A/N: as promised here is another bonus chapter for reaching another 100 power stones.
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Silly author note: BREAKING NEWS: Fraud Allegations Rise After Kenjaku Admits He "Just Wanted To See What Happens."
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Shinra woke up feeling like a million bucks.
I could buy so much ramen.
You could buy the ramen company.
Don't give me ideas.
He freshened up, threw on the refreshed Akatsuki cloak, dry cleaned, no bloodstains this time and headed to the basement.
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Room 0 was exactly what you'd expect from a secret Jujutsu High basement. Concrete walls. Fluorescent lights.
And Yuji, currently getting absolutely slapped in the face by a boxing glove attached to a mechanical arm.
"OW COME ON I WAS DISTRACTED"
The doll didn't care. It wound up and hit him again.
Shinra leaned against the doorframe, watching. Yuji had apparently gotten too invested in a rom-com playing on a nearby TV and let his guard down. The doll was capitalizing.
"Shinra!" Yuji spotted him, dodging a left hook. "You're here! Help!"
"You're fine." Shinra walked in. His eyes shifted three tomoe spinning, then settling into the EMS star pattern. "The doll's hitting you because your CE is leaking everywhere."
Yuji blinked. "It is?"
"Look at yourself."
Yuji looked down. Shinra could see it clearly cursed energy flickering off Yuji's skin like static electricity, wasted with every movement. His emotions spiked, and the energy followed.
"Gojo sent me to teach you how to control that," Shinra said. "You're burning through your reserves because you can't keep it in your gut."
DING!
[NEW MISSION: Teacher Part 2]
Objective: Fix Yuji's CE leakage using EMS perception.
Reward: Technique: Rasengan (Cursed Energy Edition)
Shinra read it twice.
Rasengan?
CE Rasengan. Spiraling sphere of death. High internal destruction.
You're just giving me Naruto moves now.
You have Sharingan. It fits.
Fair.
"Spar with me," Shinra said, dropping into a stance.
Yuji grinned. "Finally!"
He lunged.
Big right hook the Divergent Fist. Shinra's EMS tracked it perfectly. He didn't just see the punch; he saw the lag. Physical impact first, then a split-second later, the wave of cursed energy following behind it.
Shinra caught Yuji's wrist. Twisted. Redirected Yuji's own momentum into the wall.
"Your timing's trash," Shinra said. "You're hitting twice because your CE and your fist aren't synced. Close the gap."
Yuji picked himself up. "What gap?"
"The one between your punch and your energy. They should hit at the same time. You're hitting, then your CE catches up a second later."
Yuji frowned. Thought about it. Nodded.
"Try again."
For three hours, they went at it.
Shinra used the EMS precognition to tap Yuji every time his energy flickered. A smack on the wrist when the CE came too late. A shove when it came too early. A kick when Yuji got frustrated and leaked everywhere.
"You're getting emotional again."
"I'M NOT EMOTIONAL"
"That's emotional."
Yuji swung. Shinra slipped it. Tapped his ribs. "There. Late again."
Yuji growled. Reset. Swung again.
Better.
They kept going. Shinra didn't mention Black Flash that was Todo's thing as a brother, and he wasn't about to steal the goat's moment. But he tightened Yuji's defense until the boxing doll couldn't land a hit anymore.
By the end, Yuji was drenched in sweat, but his CE was stable. Contained. Flowing where it should.
DING!
[MISSION COMPLETE: Teacher Part 2]
[REWARD: Rasengan (Cursed Energy Edition)]
Information flooded his brain. The rotation. The compression. The shape.
Oh this is nasty.
Right? High internal damage. Hits like a truck.
Shinra looked at his palm. Spiraled some CE experimentally. A tiny sphere formed unstable, but there.
Yuji's eyes went wide. "WHAT WAS THAT?"
"New trick. Later." Shinra dismissed it. "You're done for today. Keep practicing the control."
Yuji nodded, too tired to argue.
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The training grounds were quiet when Shinra arrived.
Maki stood in the center, holding the Heaven-Piercing Naginata. She wasn't swinging it. Just... looking at it. Turning it over in her hands like it was made of glass.
"You like it?" Shinra asked, walking up behind her.
She didn't turn around. "I'm testing the balance."
"You've been 'testing the balance' for like ten minutes."
"Shut up."
Shinra smiled. "Don't just stare at it, Maki. Use it."
She finally glanced back at him. "You gonna teach me that flowing thing or what?"
"That's why I'm here."
He stepped into her space. Closer than necessary. His hands reached around hers on the naginata shaft, adjusting her grip. His chest nearly pressed against her back.
DAMN DANIEL, Rob's voice screamed in his head. SHE IS SIXTEEN. IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS I'M CALLING COPS.
Bruh. I'm also sixteen. Relax.
I DON'T MAKE THE RULES. I JUST JUDGE THEM.
Shinra ignored him.
"Like this," he said quietly, guiding her arms through a Flowing Water arc. "The movement isn't about strength. It's about redirection. Feel the weight. Let it flow."
Maki went rigid for a second. Her breath hitched.
Normally, she'd headbutt anyone who got this close. She'd made that very clear the first time they met. But now? She stayed. Let him guide her arms. The scent of his cloak clean, faintly like whatever expensive detergent he'd started using mixed with the heat of his body.
Her face burned.
"I... I think I get it," she said. Voice softer than usual.
She didn't pull away.
Neither did he.
For a long, quiet minute, they just stood there. Her back against his chest. His hands over hers. The naginata held between them.
Then Shinra smirked. Stepped back. Broke the tension.
"Good. Because we're going to a café. My new ride just got delivered, but you still need much more practice to learn this fully."
Maki blinked. Blushed harder. Swung the naginata at him half-hearted, missing by a foot.
"You're such an ass."
"Love you too. Let's go."
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The school gates had a flatbed truck parked outside.
On it: a Porsche 911 GT3 RS. Matte black. Red lines that matched his cloak. Aggressive as hell.
Maki's jaw dropped.
"You bought a Porsche."
"GT3."
"A GT3."
"Hop in. I need someone to tell me if the seats are comfortable enough for a beautiful girl like you."
Ain't you using too much rizz?.
Shut up, Rob.
Maki scoffed, trying to hide her grin. "You're such a show-off."
But she got in.
The seats were, in fact, very comfortable. She didn't say that out loud.
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The cafe was a quiet little place Gojo had recommended. Low-key. Private. The kind of spot where sorcerers could meet without civilians asking questions.
Inside, a man sat alone at a corner table.
Tan suit. Blonde hair. Goggles pushed up on his forehead. He looked like he'd rather be literally anywhere else like this meeting was actively causing him physical pain.
Nanami Kento.
"Shinra, Yuji, meet Nanami!" Gojo appeared out of literally nowhere, sliding into the booth next to the blonde man. "He's a former salaryman and a Grade 1 badass. Very serious. Very grumpy. You'll love him."
Nanami's eyes scanned them.
They landed on Shinra. Moved from the Akatsuki cloak to the expensive watch visible beneath the sleeve. Glanced out the window at the illegally parked Porsche. Came back to Shinra's face.
"I dislike orphans who act like celebrities," Nanami said flatly. "And I especially dislike people who wear bathrobes as tactical gear. It's inefficient and extravagant."
Yuji tensed. Maki's hand drifted toward her naginata.
Shinra didn't react.
He pulled a thick envelope from inside his cloak. Slid it across the table.
Nanami looked at it. At him. Back at it.
Inside: 1,000,000 yen. Crisp bills. Fresh from the bank.
"This is for...?"
"Consultation fee," Shinra said smoothly. "And a down payment for you not to mention my 'extravagant lifestyle' to the higher-ups. Also, I heard you like to retire early. Figured it helps the fund."
Nanami's expression didn't change.
But the envelope vanished into his jacket with the speed of a Special Grade curse.
"I have decided," Nanami said, voice completely deadpan, "that your cloak is a bold, avant-garde choice that reflects the chaotic nature of our profession."
Gojo burst out laughing. "NANAMI! You're so easy!"
"I am a professional, Gojo. Shut up."
Nanami pulled out a photo. The humor drained from the table instantly.
The photo showed a teenage boy with long bangs. Plain face. Nothing special at first glance. But the context made it heavy.
"A group of high schoolers were found in a cinema," Nanami said. "Their heads were... reshaped. Like someone played with clay and forgot to put them back right."
Yuji's face went pale. "Reshaped?"
"This boy was the only survivor." Nanami tapped the photo. "Junpei Yoshino. We believe he's in contact with a Special Grade spirit that can manipulate souls directly."
Shinra leaned back.
Mahito.
The little shit himself.
Yeah.
His EMS flickered. Just for a second. Red and black spinning.
"I'm gonna beat the shit out of him for what he did in shibuya." he thought.
"anyways, I'll meet you guys later.
Nanami studied him. Those experienced eyes missing nothing.
Shinra stood. Adjusted his cloak, then started to leave.
He walked out.
The Porsche started with a growl.
Nanami watched him go, then looked at Gojo. "That kid is dangerous."
"Yep."
"In a way I can't predict."
"Also yep."
"...I hate working with unpredictable people."
Gojo grinned. "That's why I love you, Nanami."
"I hate you too."
[END CHAPTER 11]
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