The mood in the courtyard was still chaotic from earlier.
Yuji was still yelling about "normal human reactions," Hakari was still laughing under his breath, and Maki had already mentally given up on correcting anything that had happened in the last ten minutes.
Takeru, meanwhile, had already gone back to standing in a "ready for training" stance like nothing emotionally significant had occurred.
Gojo clapped his hands once.
"…Alright. Before this turns into another unsupervised disaster cycle—"
Hakari immediately raised a hand.
"…Too late."
Gojo ignored him.
"…I'm introducing someone."
That got everyone's attention.
Even Takeru tilted his head slightly.
Yuji blinked.
"…Another mentor?"
Maki narrowed her eyes.
"…That's never a good sign with you."
Gojo smiled.
"…Oh, he's perfect for you guys."
A pause.
Then—
Footsteps.
Measured.
Even.
Controlled.
Someone walked into the training yard.
Suit clean.
Tie perfectly straight.
Expression unreadable in the most deliberate way possible.
Kento Nanami.
Yuji blinked.
"…Oh. He looks… serious."
Hakari leaned in slightly.
"…That guy looks like he schedules breathing."
Nanami stopped a few meters away.
Looked over the group.
Then sighed.
"…So this is what you've been doing."
Gojo waved cheerfully.
"…Nanamin! These are the students I was telling you about."
Nanami adjusted his glasses slightly.
"…I regret asking."
Maki crossed her arms.
"…Same energy as me."
Nanami's eyes shifted to her briefly.
"…You look competent."
Maki nodded once.
"…Finally, someone with standards."
Yuji raised a hand.
"…Hi! I'm Yuji!"
Nanami nodded.
"…I know."
Yuji froze.
"…You do?"
Nanami didn't elaborate.
Instead, his gaze moved across the group.
Hakari.
"…Irregular risk profile."
Hakari grinned.
"…I'll take that as a compliment."
Panda.
"…Unexpected physical output."
Panda waved.
"…That sounds fair."
Kirara.
Nanami paused slightly.
"…Efficient support type."
Kirara nodded politely.
Inumaki.
Nanami blinked once.
"…This is going to be complicated."
Inumaki:
"…Salmon."
Nanami:
"…Exactly."
Then Nanami's eyes landed on Takeru.
A longer pause.
"…You."
Takeru tilted his head slightly.
"…Yes?"
Nanami looked him up and down.
The posture. The balance. The injuries that clearly weren't recent—but weren't fully healed either.
"…You train improperly."
Silence.
Hakari immediately laughed.
"…Oh, he got scolded-scolded."
Yuji leaned in.
"…That's worse than Gojo."
Nanami continued calmly.
"…You are overtraining, under-resting, and compensating with reckless output."
Takeru blinked.
"…Effective results achieved."
Nanami sighed.
"…That is not the point."
Gojo grinned in the background.
"…He's already fitting in."
Nanami stepped forward slightly.
"…If you want actual improvement, you don't destroy your body every time you train."
Takeru processed that for a moment.
Then nodded.
"…Noted."
Nanami added immediately:
"…And you."
He pointed slightly.
"…Stop encouraging it."
Gojo pointed at himself.
"…Me?"
Nanami stared.
"…Yes."
Gojo smiled wider.
"…No."
Nanami closed his eyes briefly.
"…I expected that answer."
Maki exhaled quietly.
"…At least one adult is normal."
Hakari leaned toward Yuji.
"…Give it three days."
Yuji whispered back.
"…Three days for what?"
Hakari grinned.
"…For him to break Nanami's patience."
Nanami clapped his hands once.
"…Training starts tomorrow. Proper schedule. No exceptions."
Takeru nodded immediately.
"…Understood."
Nanami paused.
Then added:
"…And you will sleep."
Takeru blinked.
"…Sleep efficiency?"
Nanami:
"…Mandatory."
Silence.
Gojo whispered to Hakari:
"…He's not ready for Nanami."
Hakari whispered back:
"…Nanami's not ready for him either."
And just like that—
a new kind of order was introduced to the chaos of Jujutsu High.
One that didn't care about talent.
Only structure.