"You—!"
"What did you just call me?!"
A faint vein bulged on her forehead as she pointed a finger straight at him.
"Maaaas–cooot," Satoru Gojo said, stretching the word out deliberately.
For a moment, the room went completely silent.
Utahime Iori balled her fists at her sides, biting her lip in frustration.
"It's senpai to you!" she snapped.
"That's no way to speak to your senior!"
Satoru Gojo tilted his head slightly, looking completely unbothered.
"I don't acknowledge you as my senior."
For a moment, Utahime Iori just stared at him, completely at a loss for words.
"…That's not how these things work."
Across the field, Satoru Gojo shrugged casually.
"In my hometown, it works like this."
Utahime's eye twitched.
Then she took a slow breath, clearly trying to regain her composure.
"We are your seniors, damn it," she said, her voice tight with irritation.
"Show us some respect!"
Her voice rose with frustration.
"And we're stronger than you."
Gojo blinked once.
Then he smiled.
"Oh?"
The grin spreading across his face looked far too excited.
"Do you want to test that?"
From the back of the room, Atsuya Kusakabe immediately groaned.
"…Here we go."
Beside him, Mei Mei chuckled softly, clearly amused by the situation.
Utahime Iori crossed her arms, clearly falling for Gojo's provocation.
"Fine."
"Let's go to the training area."
"It'll be you guys versus us."
Her gaze locked onto Satoru Gojo.
"And if we win…"
"You'll call me Boss for the rest of your time at this school."
Gojo's grin widened.
"Oh? Sounds fun."
Beside him, Suguru Geto looked just as interested.
Meanwhile, Shoko Ieiri raised a hand.
"Yeah, I'm quitting."
Everyone looked at her.
She shrugged.
"I'm a healer."
"This has nothing to do with me."
Emiya sighed slightly and rubbed his temple.
"…He's deliberately picking a fight."
His expression remained completely flat.
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"And somehow we're all getting dragged into it."
"Emi-ya-kun! You have to help me!" Satoru Gojo suddenly said, turning toward him with exaggerated desperation.
The way he dragged out his name made goosebumps crawl across Emiya's skin.
"…Don't say my name like that."
Gojo immediately leaned closer.
"Emi–ya–kun."
"Emi–ya–kun."
Emiya's eye twitched.
He felt the goosebumps on his skin reach their limit.
"…Alright, damn it! I'll participate!" he snapped.
Gojo instantly straightened, raising both arms in victory.
"See? I knew you'd say yes!"
From the side, Suguru Geto chuckled softly, while Shoko Ieiri simply shook her head.
"…You're way too easy to manipulate."
Across the room, Utahime Iori let out an impatient sigh.
"Are you guy's done whining?"
Her gaze swept across the first-years.
"If you are, then let's go to the training field."
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Training Ground
The afternoon sun hung high over the wide open training field of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
The area was large and mostly empty—packed dirt ground surrounded by tall trees, with several training dummies and damaged sections of earth hinting at previous battles.
Perfect for sparring.
The group stepped onto the field one by one.
Shoko Ieiri immediately walked toward the side and sat on the stairs.
"I'll watch from here," she said casually.
In the center of the field, Satoru Gojo stepped forward, stretching his arms lazily.
"Well then."
He cracked his knuckles.
"I'll be going first."
Across from him, Utahime Iori stepped forward as well, clearly intending to fight him herself.
For a brief moment, several people glanced at her strangely.
Then suddenly—
Satoru Gojo raised both hands.
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"Wait."
Utahime Iori frowned.
"…What now?"
Satoru Gojo tilted his head slightly, looking at her for a moment.
"I don't want to fight you."
Utahime blinked.
"…Why?"
Gojo casually stuck a finger in his ear, picking at it as if completely bored.
"You're way too weak for me."
"…What?"
From the side, Atsuya Kusakabe stepped forward and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"…Utahime."
She turned toward him.
"Kusakabe-senpai?"
Kusakabe sighed.
"Let me fight him."
Utahime hesitated for a moment.
Then she nodded and stepped back.
"…Alright."
She pointed angrily toward Satoru Gojo.
"Teach him a lesson for me."
Atsuya Kusakabe walked forward into the center of the training field, stopping several meters away from Satoru Gojo.
For a moment, he simply looked at the white-haired boy.
Behind them, Mei Mei raised a hand.
"…Start."
The moment the word left her mouth—
Kusakabe moved.
His sword flashed out of its sheath in a clean, practiced motion as he dashed forward and slashed straight toward Gojo.
The blade cut through the air with precision.
But just before it could touch him—
It stopped mid-air.
The edge of the sword hovered a few centimeters from Gojo's face, unable to move any closer.
An infinite distance stood between them.
Kusakabe's eyes narrowed slightly.
Gojo simply stood there with his hands in his pockets.
A smug smile spread across his face.
"See?"
"You can't reach me."
Across the field, Utahime Iori blinked in confusion.
"…What?"
Her gaze shifted between the unmoving sword and Satoru Gojo.
"Why did the blade stop?"
Beside her, Mei Mei smiled faintly, watching the scene with calm interest.
"That," she said softly, "is the Limitless technique of the Gojo Clan."
Utahime frowned.
"…Limitless?"
Mei Mei continued, her tone almost like a quiet lecture.
"It manipulates space itself."
She gestured toward the halted blade.
"The closer something gets to him, the slower it becomes… until it stops entirely."
Utahime's eyes widened slightly.
"So that means—"
"Yes," Mei Mei finished calmly.
"Unless he allows it…"
"Nothing can touch him."
Back in the center of the field, Gojo simply stood there with his hands in his pockets.
Across from him, Atsuya Kusakabe swung his sword again.
And again.
Each strike was fast, precise, and powerful enough to cut through a curse in a single blow.
But every time—
The blade stopped.
Just short of Gojo.
Like an invisible wall stood between them.
Kusakabe's expression hardened slightly as he continued attacking, his sword flashing through the air in rapid succession.
Yet no matter how many times he swung—
The distance between the blade and Gojo's body never disappeared.
Gojo sighed.
"Are you done?"
Then suddenly—
He jumped backward.
At the same time, he raised his hand slightly.
An invisible pulling force erupted from his palm.
Kusakabe's body was abruptly dragged forward.
"—!"
Gojo stepped in and threw a punch.
Kusakabe reacted instantly, twisting his body and blocking the strike with his elbow before sliding several steps back across the dirt.
The ground scraped under his feet as he regained his balance.
Gojo smiled wider.
Then he raised his hand again.
His fingers forming a small gesture.
A dense distortion began to gather in his palm.
The air warped slightly.
Before Satoru Gojo could release the technique—
Kusakabe suddenly relaxed.
With a calm motion, he slid his sword back into its sheath.
Click.
"…I surrender."
The training field fell silent.