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Four months had passed since Superman had begun training under Yuta's sharp eyes.His control over cursed energy was still raw, but his body—already a fortress of power—was beginning to channel that strange new flow.
He wasn't a true sorcerer yet, but he had learned to listen to cursed energy, to feel it brushing against the edges of his indestructible skin.
They arrived at a ruined district, cordoned off by talismans and police barriers. Locals whispered of a mysterious creature—a curse feeding on loss and despair—that had been sighted dragging people into the shadows. Even seasoned sorcerers refused to enter alone.
From the rubble, the air grew heavy. Superman squinted, his ears catching a low growl. From the shadows rose a giant--towering with burning red eyes like embers in the dark. His breath spilled out as a thick smoke, rolling over the streets until the entire block was swallowed in a suffocating fog.
The air grew heavy. The creature's deep voice rumbled through the haze:
"Another sacrifice… you will choke in my—"
But before it could finish, Superman's eyes glowed, cutting through the smoke.
His vision pierced the fog, locking on the monster's chest. Without hesitation, he launched forward—a blur of red and blue through the white mist.
BOOM!
His fist struck like a thunderbolt, sending the giant crashing backward.
The smoke dispersed instantly under the shockwave.
The monster staggered, clutching its chest where Superman's blow had landed. Its crimson eyes widened, flickering with confusion.
"Wait… what was… that—?"
And then, before it could recover, the giant dissolved into black ash, the cursed energy burning out like a candle snuffed in the wind.
The smoke cleared. Silence returned.
Superman straightened, his cape rippling behind him. Yuta watched him carefully, unreadable, but a faint smile touched his lips.
"You didn't wait. You trusted your strength," Yuta said.
Superman only nodded, his gaze still fixed on the fading ashes.
For the first time, Yuta thought—perhaps this student might survive in the world of curses.
Superman stood tall, his breathing steady, fists still clenched from the strike. He turned his head slightly toward Yuta, searching his teacher's face for an answer. Yuta Okkotsu's expression was unreadable at first—calm, reserved. He stepped forward, boots crunching over the broken concrete, his gaze fixed on where the giant had vanished.
"…You didn't hesitate," Yuta said softly.
"You didn't analyze. You didn't wait for an opening. You trusted what you saw… and you ended it in one strike."
Superman tilted his head. "Was that wrong?"
For a moment, silence.
Then, unexpectedly, Yuta smiled faintly—a rare warmth breaking through his usual coolness. "No. It was exactly what you should have done."
Superman blinked, a little surprised. "You mean… I did it right?"
Yuta folded his arms, looking up at the night sky. "You don't fight like a sorcerer. You never will. But that's fine. You fight like yourself. That's your strength. Even cursed energy won't change that."
Superman's lips curved into a small smile. "Then maybe… I really can learn this." Yuta's eyes narrowed, his tone suddenly more serious.
"Don't get too confident. That curse was weak compared to what's really out there. Next time, you won't win with one punch."
Superman nodded firmly. "Then we'll train harder."
Yuta turned away, cape of his uniform swaying slightly in the night wind.
"Good answer."
And for the first time since taking Superman as a student, Yuta felt a flicker of something rare in his chest—pride.
Before Yuta and Superman reached the ruined district, the world itself seemed to shudder.
Without warning, a surge of power fell upon the area, striking the ground with the weight of a falling star.
The streets convulsed, stone splitting and glass shattering as a violent shockwave burst outward. A great cloud of dust rose, swallowing everything in a haze.
Superman braced himself against the force, but even his unshakable body quivered. His chest tightened, his heart pounded faster, and a cold sensation crept through his veins—an emotion almost alien to him: fear.
Through the swirling dust, he saw them.
Two blue eyes glowed in the darkness, advancing slowly, unblinking, fixed on him. His body trembled, every instinct warning of a foe beyond measure.
Superman drew in a breath, his stance shifting, ready to strike. But then Yuta's calm voice cut through the tension.
"There's no need to fight."
The eyes came closer, and as the dust cleared, the figure stepped into view. Tall, white-haired, blindfold lifted just enough for those unmistakable eyes to gleam.
Gojo Satoru. For a moment, his expression was cold, unreadable—an overwhelming presence that made the air itself tighten. But then, as if flicking a switch, his serious demeanor broke into a carefree grin.
"Yuta!" Gojo called out, his voice light, teasing.
"So it's true—you've taken a student. And not just any student…" He tilted his head, glancing at Superman with amused curiosity. "Ohhh, interesting. I think I'd better test him myself."
Gojo stepped out of the dust, his white hair catching the dim light. His eyes, glowing blue, softened as his grin spread wide. He raised a hand in mock salute.
"Yo, Yuta! Long time no see." Yuta exhaled, lowering his guard.
His tone was calm, but edged with suspicion. "…Gojo-sensei. Where have you been all this time?"
Gojo tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Me? Oh, you know… here, there, a little everywhere." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice as if about to confess something dramatic.
"Actually, the old master sent me on a super top-secret mission."
Yuta frowned slightly. "A secret mission?" Gojo nodded solemnly, his expression dead serious—before breaking into a lopsided grin.
"Yeah. Super secret. Very important. Classified. The kind of mission where if I told you, I'd have to erase your memory… or worse, make you listen to Nanami lecture me about responsibility."
Yuta sighed, unimpressed. "And? What did you actually do?"
Gojo waved a hand, shrugging lazily. "Got bored halfway through. You know how it is. Long meetings, endless paperwork, no snacks. So I ditched it. Can you blame me?"
Superman, still tense, glanced between the two, uncertain if this man was truly dangerous or simply insane. Gojo turned his gaze on him, smirking.
"But hey, lucky me—I came back just in time to see Yuta training a new student… a tall, muscular guy in red and blue spandex. That's new." He clapped his hands together, the playful glint in his eyes returning.
"Alright then! How about a little test? Let's see what this 'student' of yours can do."