He looked at Itadori and the other two.
"Do you three want to try as well? Even if it's just to experience that overwhelming pressure."
The three exchanged glances. Fear was written across each of their faces, but beneath it burned an almost reckless determination.
"Yes!" Itadori shouted first, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Of course!" Nobara replied through gritted teeth.
Megumi Fushiguro gave a firm nod.
From that point onward, the training became even more hellish.
Gojo Satoru became almost obsessed with fighting the 1% Simulated Sol. Every battle ended with him being instantly defeated, yet every defeat only made him eagerly demand another match.
Under the rotating guidance of the S-Class Heroes, Itadori, Nobara, and Megumi continuously challenged the 10%, 12%, and 15% Simulated Sol. Repeated defeats and countless brushes with death pushed their potential to its limits. Their teamwork became increasingly refined, while their understanding and control of their own abilities improved at an astonishing pace.
The training grounds echoed with crashing impacts, roaring voices, determined shouts, and Gojo Satoru's excited laughter every time he was instantly defeated.
Meanwhile, the source of all that chaos, the man standing at the pinnacle of power, was completely unaware of everything happening at Hero Association headquarters.
Sol walked home alongside Tatsumaki beneath the setting sun, their long shadows stretching across the street.
Floating beside him, Tatsumaki held an unfinished slice of matcha mille crepe. After a brief silence, she spoke with barely concealed awkwardness.
"Hey, those classmates of yours seem pretty energetic."
"Mm."
"That white-haired guy with the blindfold seems fairly strong." Tatsumaki pouted. "Still, he's nowhere near your level."
"Gojo Satoru is the strongest in his world."
"Hmph. So what if he's the strongest? He's still..."
She stopped herself, apparently deciding that comparing strength any further was pointless.
"How much longer are they staying?"
"That's up to them."
Tatsumaki said nothing else, simply drifting ahead a little faster.
Sol quietly watched her back before following at his usual pace.
Back inside the training grounds, the reinforced metal floor trembled with every collision between Superalloy Darkshine and Itadori.
Each impact echoed with a heavy boom.
"You need to concentrate your strength, Yuji!" Superalloy Darkshine's booming voice filled the arena.
Using only one arm, he effortlessly blocked Itadori's Cursed Energy-enhanced punch.
"Your Cursed Energy is like spilled water. It's scattered instead of focused. Imagine it as a nail driving straight through me."
Itadori panted heavily, sweat streaming down his forehead.
He threw another punch, forcing the deep blue aura around his fist to compress, becoming denser and sharper than before.
Elsewhere, several Shikigami surrounded Megumi Fushiguro.
Child Emperor's robotic dog competed with Nue in speed and maneuverability, while Megumi carefully observed a floating holographic display. Streams of data continuously analyzed every aspect of his Shikigami.
After a moment of thought, Child Emperor asked,
"Have you ever tried developing your own Cursed Spirit? Or is a Cursed Spirit's strength fixed from the beginning?"
Meanwhile, Nobara trained inside a specialized alloy shooting range.
Flash darted around her like a phantom.
"Too slow."
His voice remained perfectly calm.
With a casual flick of his finger, he precisely deflected the nail Nobara had fired.
"Predict my movements. Don't chase my afterimages. Your weapon is unique, but that means nothing if you can't hit your target."
Nobara clenched her jaw, desperately trying to follow movements that were nearly impossible to perceive with the naked eye.
Her hammer slammed into the floor with a frustrated clang.
Inside the observation room, Metal Bat rested his bat across his shoulder while grinning at the training below.
"These kids have some serious grit."
Tanktop Master nodded.
"They're lacking in several fundamental areas, but their rate of improvement is incredible. The training methods of this world are having a tremendous effect on them."
Bang stroked his beard with a warm smile.
"It's good to see young people from different worlds learning and growing together."
Their conversation was interrupted by an exaggerated groan.
Everyone turned toward the source.
Gojo Satoru was sprawled across a floating chair in the least dignified position imaginable, rubbing his chest.
"Seriously, that 1% simulation is completely unfair!"
Although he complained dramatically, his pale blue Six Eyes sparkled with excitement.
"I got blown away before I could even activate Unlimited Void! Does Sol usually fight monsters on that level?"
Standing beside him, Genos recorded the results with complete seriousness.
"Mr. Gojo Satoru's seventy-third attempt to challenge Sol-senpai's 1% simulation has ended in failure.
Analysis: The gap in absolute power and rule-level abilities cannot be overcome by the current power system."
Nearby, Saitama somehow produced a bag of senbei and casually crunched away while watching the scene.
"Oh? Sol beat you up again?"
His tone sounded as casual as if he were asking about today's weather.
Gojo Satoru immediately sat upright and slung an arm around Saitama's shoulders.
"Hey, Saitama. You've fought Sol before, right? Come on, tell me how you won. Share some secrets."
Saitama blinked.
The overhead lights reflected brightly off his bald head.
"Hm? I never fought him after he became that strong. We haven't really had a serious fight since then."
After thinking for a moment, he added,
"Besides, it's a hassle paying for anything that gets destroyed."
Gojo Satoru fell silent.
Genos immediately wrote another note into his notebook.
"I understand. Teacher Saitama is demonstrating that a wise person avoids meaningless battles."
Saitama scratched his head.
"No. I just don't want to pay for the damages."
Everyone fell silent.
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