After the match.
Natsubi Raku sighed, stretched a bit, and complained, "My neck hurts a little, Megumi-kun, can you help me massage it?"
"Uh..."
Fushiguro Megumi remembered the promise that if he lost, he had to call him "Natsu-nii." Although it was hard to say, a promise was a promise.
"Natsu... Natsu... Natsu-nii."
"Good."
Natsubi Raku looked at the shy Fushiguro Megumi with a comforting smile and didn't force him to continue. He just reached out his right hand to pat his head and said, "I've always wanted a younger brother. From now on, you can consider me as your big brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill behind him, and the name Zenin Maki flashed in his mind.
Just as he was about to run, two arms locked around his throat, and Zenin Maki's angry voice came, "You little brat, hiding your true strength, huh? You've got such a powerful technique and even copied my sword skills. Spit out the sword skills I taught you!"
"Ugh~ I'm just afraid of wasting my big moves, so I learned some sword skills for self-defense. I'm about to suffocate, loosen up a bit, loosen up a bit."
Natsubi Raku patted Zenin Maki's arms and quickly admitted his mistake.
"Dinner, dinner! If there's no extra dinner tonight, Maki won't let you off!"
Panda cheered from the side.
"Salmon!"
Inumaki Toge agreed.
"Maki, Natsubi Raku's face is turning red. If you don't let him breathe, he might pass out."
Only the kind-hearted Yuta Okkotsu noticed that Natsubi Raku was on the verge of suffocation.
Natsubi Raku gave him a thumbs up, feeling relieved that his efforts to gain favor were paying off.
Yuta Okkotsu continued, "If he passes out, there'll be no dinner tonight."
"..."
Natsubi Raku: MMP, I'm offended, just strangle me already!
"Ah, you're right."
Zenin Maki released her grip, and Natsubi Raku, finally able to breathe, sat up, taking in large gulps of fresh air. His face gradually returned to a normal color.
"Are you guys planning a feast tonight?"
After complaining, Natsubi Raku looked at Fushiguro Megumi and said, "Come out for dinner tonight, don't make me knock on your door. Everyone here is nice, it's good to interact."
"Okay."
Maybe not good at socializing, Fushiguro Megumi hadn't taken the first step, but he was happy to make friends now. After all, no one wants to be alone forever.
Although these people seemed strange, he had observed them for days and found their hearts to be very kind. It's just that communicating with that white-haired senior was a bit difficult...
He always said things that Fushiguro didn't understand, even though Panda explained it sometimes.
Whatever...
Since I'm here, I should adapt.
"Kid, you're doing well, but your body is a bit weak. If you get stronger, you might be able to beat Natsubi Raku. Do you want to learn about cursed tools from me?"
Zenin Maki asked with a smile.
"Uh... Okay, Maki... nee-san."
Fushiguro Megumi's words hit Zenin Maki's sweet spot. She hugged his neck and ruffled his hair, saying, "Ah, you're sensible, kid. I've decided to teach you some powerful stuff so you can defeat Natsubi Raku and avenge today!"
"..."
Goodness, are you completely letting yourself go?
Natsubi Raku was speechless. Looking at the almost noon sun, he said to everyone, "I need to prepare the ingredients. You guys just wait for tonight's feast."
"Go ahead, go ahead, don't disturb us getting to know Fushiguro Megumi."
Zenin Maki waved dismissively.
"..."
Damn, you forget old friends for new ones, just because I didn't use your sword skills to win...
Natsubi Raku left silently with his hands in his pockets. Just as he walked out of the training ground, Gojo Satoru's voice came from behind, "Natsubi-kun, the principal wants to talk to you."
The principal wants to talk to me?
Natsubi Raku turned around to see Principal Yaga Masamichi looking serious, as if there was something important to say. But what could be so important now? Could it be that they wanted to take his eyes for research?
No, no, no, with Gojo-sensei around, it shouldn't be that extreme. So what is it?
Could it be about the fire technique just now?
If that's the case, he can only say it's due to bloodline. After all, 80% of sorcerer techniques are inherited through bloodlines.
After some internal conflict, Yaga Masamichi was already in front of him. Looking up, his serious expression was deeply imprinted in Natsubi Raku's mind.
"Clap—"
Yaga Masamichi patted Natsubi Raku's shoulder loudly and then laughed, "Hahaha! Well done, in two months, you'll go to the sister school exchange event with Yuta Okkotsu. Good luck! Make our school proud and crush them!"
"Uh... Huh?!"
Natsubi Raku looked at Principal Yaga in confusion, frantically searching his mind for this so-called sister school exchange event.
Gojo Satoru explained, "It's the annual student exchange event between Tokyo Jujutsu High and Kyoto Jujutsu High to evaluate the strength of the two schools. Although it's pointless, we've lost several times, so it's up to you and Yuta Okkotsu to win this time. Good luck~!"
"..."
"Oh."
Relieved that it wasn't about questioning his technique's origin, Natsubi Raku felt at ease. He couldn't explain it anyway, and saying too much would arouse unnecessary suspicion.
Wait...
If they did ask, claiming it was due to bloodline might be more dangerous. After all, he's not from a sorcerer family, just an ordinary person who doesn't understand this stuff...
What a headache.
"By the way, about that technique you used earlier..."
"Is there a problem with that technique?"
Facing Principal Yaga's sudden question, Natsubi Raku's response was a bit flustered and urgent.
"It's quite powerful! But during the sister school exchange event in two months, try not to use it too much. If you have to, tone it down a bit so it doesn't draw too much attention. Although with Yuta Okkotsu around, you might not be too conspicuous."
"Under... understood, thank you for your concern, Principal. We're having a gathering tonight, would you like to join us?"
Natsubi Raku swallowed hard, quickly changing the subject. Continuing might expose him, though it might already be too late.
"No, no, if I go, you might not enjoy yourselves. Maybe next time. See you, Natsubi-kun. I'm looking forward to your growth."
Yaga Masamichi waved and left.
"What delicious food are we having tonight?"
Gojo Satoru, being a foodie, zeroed in on the important topic.
"..."
You're still in the mood to talk about food...
Damn, what started as a friendly match turned into a battle for dignity. To avoid standing out in school, I even used my ultimate move.
"Nothing special, Gojo-sensei, you can eat dust today."
"Hey! Why?"
"No reason, Gojo-sensei, just eat dust. You'll survive..."