Suddenly, Saitama pressed the pause button and rubbed his bald head.
"Genos."
"Yes, Saitama-sensei." Genos immediately turned off the faucet and stood at attention.
"Sol didn't come back to stay again today." Saitama sounded only mildly wistful.
"Based on previous observations, Sol-senpai is most likely staying at Miss Tatsumaki's house again today," Genos replied.
"Oh."
Saitama pressed play again, and the exaggerated laughter from the television filled the apartment once more. He appeared completely used to it and had only mentioned it in passing.
Morning sunlight streamed through the transparent dome above the training ground, illuminating the polished metal floor.
Yuji Itadori took a deep breath, sensing the flow of energy unique to this world. It was different from Cursed Energy, yet equally powerful.
"Ready?" Megumi Fushiguro asked as he adjusted the custom training gloves designed by Child Emperor. Faint electric currents flickered across the black leather.
Nobara Kugisaki tightened her grip on her newly acquired vibration hammer. The head of the weapon emitted a soft hum.
"This time, I'm lasting five minutes against the 15 percent simulation."
Several S-Class heroes observed from the far side of the training ground.
Tanktop Master folded his arms across his broad chest.
"The fighting spirit of these young people is admirable."
Metal Bat rested his signature bat on his shoulder and grinned.
"But fighting spirit alone won't beat Sol's data."
Bang slowly shook his head.
"Even as a simulation, Sol's fighting style is exceptionally unique."
At that moment, the entrance to the training ground slid open, and an unexpected guest walked inside.
"Yo, looks like I showed up just in time for the fun."
Gojo Satoru strolled in casually, his blindfold pushed up onto his forehead as the Six Eyes examined the surroundings with curiosity.
"This place is way more interesting than Jujutsu High's training grounds."
"Gojo-sensei!" Yuji exclaimed. "Where were you yesterday?"
"Naturally, I was conducting important research on this world's desserts," Gojo answered matter-of-factly as he pulled an elegantly packaged box from his pocket.
"I even brought souvenirs. Limited edition Space Daifuku. They're unbelievably good."
Nobara narrowed her eyes.
"You didn't use Limitless to cut in line for a limited release, did you?"
Gojo placed a hand over his chest with exaggerated offense.
"Do I really seem like that kind of teacher?"
A second later, he laughed.
"So, how's training going? I heard Sol's simulation beat you guys pretty badly."
Megumi sighed.
"Even the 10 percent simulation is extremely difficult. His fighting style is completely unpredictable."
"Let's have a look."
Gojo leaned toward the control panel with obvious interest.
"Oh? This simulation system is impressive. The combat logic is very well designed."
After watching the recorded battle, he nodded.
"No wonder you're struggling. This level of prediction is practically a form of future sight."
"Future sight?" Yuji asked, tilting his head.
"In simple terms, it's the ability to predict an opponent's next move through incredibly subtle body movements." Gojo snapped his fingers. "But since this is only a data simulation, there have to be weaknesses."
He turned toward Child Emperor, who was operating the control panel.
"Hey, little guy, can you load the 15 percent simulation? I'd like to give it a try."
The simulated battlefield activated once again.
Gojo Satoru stood casually in the arena, facing the 15 percent Simulated Sol.
"Go, Sensei!" Yuji shouted from outside the arena.
The simulated Sol attacked first, his figure rushing forward like a phantom.
The instant the strike arrived, Gojo shifted ever so slightly, avoiding the attack with perfect precision.
"At this stage, Sol's overall stats aren't especially high," Gojo commented casually while waving one hand.
To everyone's surprise, the simulated body suddenly seemed to collide with an invisible barrier, its movements freezing for a brief moment.
"Huh?" Metal Bat raised an eyebrow.
"What did he do?"
Bang narrowed his eyes.
"It appears he's interfering with the simulation's movement calculations using some kind of ability."
"I see," Gojo said while effortlessly evading another attack.
"At this point, Sol relies mainly on close combat. His techniques are already highly refined, but he doesn't yet have effective answers against unconventional abilities."
Three minutes later, Gojo seemed to lose interest.
He raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
"That's enough."
The simulation immediately came to an end.
Gojo walked out of the arena with a grin.
"This simulation system is fascinating, but it doesn't seem capable of fully accounting for power systems from other worlds."
Tanktop Master nodded thoughtfully.
"That makes sense. Sol's true strength lies in his ability to adapt to every kind of opponent."
"You can also try simulations from other points in Sol's development."
Gojo's Six Eyes lit up immediately, and an excited smile spread across his face.
"Oh? Now that sounds really interesting."
Without hesitation, he walked toward the control panel.
"Child Emperor, right? Load the strongest version you've got. The one after Sol devoured God."
Child Emperor's expression became hesitant.
"Gojo-san, I should warn you. Sol-sama's power after devouring God far exceeds the limits of the Hero Association's simulation system."
"At best, we can only reproduce about one percent of his data. Even then, the accuracy can't be guaranteed, so the simulation may differ greatly from his actual strength."
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