The chaos in the Jujutsu High courtyard had reached peak levels. Students, heroes, and even villains were bouncing through portals, casting cursed energy, and somehow keeping themselves from hitting each other. I had just teleported a crate of pillows into the air while redirecting a few cursed constructs toward Bakugo when…
"ENOUGH!"
The voice boomed. Everyone froze instantly.
Gojo stood on top of the main training platform, sunglasses glinting in the late afternoon sun. He raised his hands slowly, as if the motion alone could stop the multiverse madness. And, apparently, it did.
Even Toga stopped mid-spin, confused, her knife hovering harmlessly over the grass.
Bakugo groaned, "Finally… about time someone put a lid on this circus."
Gojo floated down, landing effortlessly on the courtyard stones. "Okay, everyone," he said, clapping his hands together. "Amazing energy. Absolutely chaotic. Totally insane. But you're all exhausted and pushing limits too far. Some of you might even break reality at this point."
I scratched the back of my head. "Uh… maybe a little?"
Yuji shot me a side-eye, Sukuna grumbling somewhere in the back of his mind.
"Ren," Gojo said, tilting his head. "Your portals… your manipulation of space… incredible. You've essentially turned this training session into a live, cross-universe simulation. But even I need a break from bending over backwards trying to keep everyone alive."
I nodded. "Got it. But I was just getting started!"
Gojo smirked. "I know. And that's exactly why you need to stop before you accidentally send someone to a different planet."
The group groaned. Kaito muttered something about "portal PTSD," and Dabi looked slightly bored but still intrigued. Shigaraki just grinned.
Then Gojo's expression softened, looking at all of us. "But here's the good part. You've proven something important today—your ability to coordinate, improvise, and survive in extreme chaos. That's the real lesson."
I blinked. "…Wait, that's it? No punishment? No lecture?"
Gojo laughed, a lazy, contagious laugh. "Nah. Consider this a celebration of chaos… just a controlled one next time."
Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. The air shimmered, and the portals we'd been using slowly closed, one by one. Everything stabilized. Even Toga stopped bouncing around, settling in the grass like a sleepy cat.
I sighed in relief. "…Finally."
Yuji turned to me, eyes wide. "Ren… your portals… I think I need a nap after just watching that."
I laughed. "You're telling me."
Gojo floated above us, looking down like a proud, slightly insane parent. "Alright, here's the next step. Rest for now… but tomorrow, we test how you handle actual combat coordination without just teleporting everything everywhere."
I shivered in anticipation. "That… sounds terrifying."
Gojo grinned, then disappeared in a blink.
The courtyard fell quiet. For the first time that day, the chaos had stopped.
I looked around at Class 1-A, the Kyoto students, and even the villains. Everyone was exhausted, but alive—and maybe a little wiser.
I couldn't help but smile. Today had been insane, but it felt… productive.
And deep down, I knew this was only the beginning of what I could do with portals, chaos, and a little bit of reckless fun.
Toga nudged me, sleepy but still grinning. "Ren… can we do that again?"
I shook my head, laughing. "Not today… maybe tomorrow."
And for the first time, the sunset over Jujutsu High felt like a promise: more chaos, more training, and more insane adventures were waiting.
But for now… rest.