The training field was reset.
Masamichi Yaga stood at the edge, arms crossed.
"Next evaluation," he said. "Ieiri Shoko."
Shoko blinked once.
"…Me?"
Gojo smirks. "Ohhh? Doctor's up?"
Shoko sighed deeply, rubbing her eyes. "I'm a healer. I don't do frontline stuff."
"That's irrelevant," Yaga replied flatly. "Go."
She stared at him for a few seconds, clearly weighing how much effort refusing again would take.
"…Annoying," she muttered.
Still, she stepped forward.
The barrier flared.
A curse spirit emerged—amorphous, swollen, its surface rippling unnaturally. Multiple eyes opened and closed across its torso, each one leaking cursed energy.
"Grade Three," Yaga announced.
The curse noticed her immediately.
It lunged.
Shoko didn't dodge.
Didn't block.
She raised one arm.
Cursed energy surged—but instead of twisting into malice, it inverted.
Reverse Cursed Technique.
Positive energy flooded her arm, coating it like a second skin. The air around it hissed, reacting violently to the purity of it.
Curses were born from negative energy.
Positive energy was their bane.
The curse swung.
Shoko stepped inside its reach.
And shoved her arm straight into its chest.
There was no resistance.
Her arm slid through the curse's body like a hot knife through butter. The point of contact sizzled violently, steam and smoke erupting as the curse screamed—its form destabilizing instantly.
The positive energy tore through it from the inside.
The curse convulsed.
Shoko's expression didn't change.
Reverse Cursed Technique wasn't flashy.
But to curses—it was poison.
With a wet, distorted sound, the curse finally gave out—its body dissolving into smoke that scattered uselessly across the floor.
Shoko pulled her arm free.
She glanced down at her sleeve, now lightly singed.
"…Great," she said flatly. "This was my clean one."
Behind the barrier,
Gojo whistled.Then he clapped once and shouted. "Wow. That was terrifying. And gross. Ten out of ten."
Emiya rolled his eyes at gojo over the top display .
Geto narrowed his eyes, clearly more focused. "So that's Reverse Cursed Technique used offensively…"
"Mm," Shoko replied without looking back. "Don't recommend it. Not hygienic."
Yaga let the silence stretch for a moment before speaking.
"Evaluation complete," he said. "Grade confirmed."
"Next evaluation. Geto suguru"
Geto stepped forward calmly, hands tucked into his pocket.
The curse emerged slowly—tall, twisted, its presence sharp enough to sting the senses.
"…Semi–Grade One," Yaga stated.
Gojo whistled.
" What's with the disparity are you bullying him."
Yaga rolled his eyes.Getting used to gojo antics .
"For the record, this evaluation is not to determine whether you qualify as sorcerers."
He glanced briefly at Geto.
"Geto Suguru is already registered as Grade Two sorcerer. "
The curse roared and charged.
Geto didn't move.
Instead, he pulls his hand out of his pocket as black substance flow from behind him.
"Release."
The Space rippled.
A curse spirit manifested behind him—a dead samurai clad in cracked armor, helmet split, rusted katana in hand. Empty eye sockets glowed faintly.
Grade One.
The samurai stepped forward and intercepted the curse head-on.
Steel met flesh.
Cursed energy erupted as the two clashed violently, each strike sending shockwaves through the barrier. The samurai fought with rigid precision, blade flashing as it pressured the curse.
Yaga's voice carried over the noise.
"Although it will be little challenging for him he will ..!."
The curse staggered.
And Geto was gone.
Not vanished—relocated
.
While all eyes were drawn to the battle between the samurai and the curse, Geto slipped through the chaos, his presence erased by the turbulence of cursed energy.
He appeared behind the curse.
In the same instant—
His fist slammed into its back.
Cursed energy detonated on impact, warping the curse's form and forcing it forward.
The samurai didn't hesitate.
One clean motion.
The katana flashed.
The curse's head separated from its body before it could react.
The corpse collapsed, dissolving into smoke.
Silence followed.
The samurai stood still for a moment, then bowed faintly toward Geto before dissolving away.
Geto put his hands in his pocket and stepped back, expression unchanged.
Yaga stared wide eyed.Cleary at the loss for word.
Taking the deep breath and announced.
"…Evaluation complete."
As silence followed Gojo stepped forward, hands tucked casually into his pockets, grin already plastered across his face.
"Well," said Satoru Gojo, "guess it's my turn."
Yaga looked at him for a long moment.
"…Don't destroy the field."
Gojo blinked. Then smiled wider.
"No promises."
The cursed energy inside the barrier surged—reacting before the curse even manifested, as if sensing something wrong approaching.
Gojo rolled his shoulders once and walked toward the barrier like he was heading into a playground.
"Alright," he said lightly, eyes gleaming behind the glasses. "Let's get this over with."