Chapter 191 – The Adult Division Begins
As dawn broke, nearly ninety percent of the jujutsu sorcerers had already gathered at a stadium far from the city.
The venue was enormous—roughly the size of two football fields combined. It was a special arena jointly constructed by the two Jujutsu High schools, designed specifically for their annual exchange events.
Tiered spectator stands rose on both sides, capable of seating several thousand viewers.
Yet even with nearly the entire jujutsu community present, there were only around one to two hundred sorcerers in total.
In stark contrast, the Simurian Starfolk had arrived in massive numbers.
They filled nearly half of the spectator stands—at a glance, at least three to four thousand individuals.
Watching them take their seats one by one, Gojo Satoru's eyes flickered with faint amusement.
"That many, huh?"
From their presence alone, Gojo could tell—every single Simurian in the audience was a sorcerer.
Just the spectators they brought already far outnumbered Earth's entire jujutsu population.
Based on what Dex had told him the previous day, among the fifty thousand surviving Simurian Starfolk, at least ten thousand were sorcerers.
Now that he saw them in person, it didn't seem exaggerated at all.
Was it because they were refugees—only the elites had survived?
"Gojo Satoru,"
Leo said as he waddled over with a round belly and a smiling face,
"Our leader has urgent matters today and couldn't attend in person. I hope you'll forgive the absence. He will, however, be following the match closely."
"That's a shame," Gojo replied casually.
"Today's matches are the real highlight."
"But it's fine," he added lightly.
"We'll have plenty of chances to interact in the future. Missing this one isn't a big deal."
Gojo didn't question why Dex hadn't shown up.
After all, Dex had already hinted yesterday that something might happen today.
Gojo simply hadn't expected his intuition to be that accurate.
"Is everyone present?" Gojo asked.
"If so, we can begin."
"We're fully prepared," Leo replied with a pleasant smile.
"We can start immediately."
With that, he took the seat beside Gojo.
After today, this planet—Earth—would belong to the Simurian Starfolk.
And humanity would become their subordinate race.
"Then let's begin," Gojo said.
He turned toward the raised platform behind them and nodded at the two commentators standing there.
For an event this formal, it felt wrong not to have commentators—so one had been selected from the jujutsu world, and one from the Simurian Starfolk.
"Good morning, everyone,"
said the jujutsu-side commentator, Kusakabe Atsuya.
"I'll be serving as today's commentator."
Kusakabe looked utterly unenthusiastic.
His dead-fish eyes were filled with resistance—clearly, being a commentator was the last thing he wanted to do.
Gojo had insisted that only Kusakabe Atsuya was worthy of being a "gold-medal commentator," and forcibly paid ten million to hire him.
"HAHAHA—Senior Zetsu, look! Your dad's the commentator today!"
From the spectator stands, Kaguya Okkotsu excitedly patted the shoulder of Kusakabe Zetsu beside him.
"I see him. You don't have to point it out,"
Zetsu replied flatly.
For some reason, he suddenly felt deeply embarrassed.
It was his own father doing the commentary—yet all he wanted was to crawl into a hole and disappear.
"Good morning to our friends from Earth, and to the warriors of Simurian Star!"
The Simurian commentator beside Kusakabe Atsuya spoke enthusiastically.
"My name is Asam, from Simurian Star, and I'll be serving as today's co-commentator alongside Mr. Kusakabe!
I hope all competitors perform to the best of their abilities!"
Compared to Kusakabe's deadpan delivery, Asam was visibly energetic—clearly a professional commentator.
"Because the Jujutsu side claimed victory in yesterday's Youth Division match,"
Asam continued,
"the current score stands at 1–0, with the Earth's Jujutsu world in the lead!
"According to the rules agreed upon by both sides, the Earth's Jujutsu side will send out the first competitor today!"
The announcement officially signaled the start of the Adult Division.
All eyes in the stadium turned toward the Jujutsu side, anticipation thick in the air.
"I've wanted to experience the passion of the Simurian Starfolk for a while now."
A middle-aged man stood up from the stands and walked down the steps toward the arena.
"I'll take the first match."
"The first representative from the Jujutsu side is Kinji Hakari,"
Kusakabe Atsuya introduced calmly.
"He's exceptionally powerful—a core pillar of the Jujutsu world.
At the same time, he's also… a hot-blooded gambler."
"It's clear from his stride that this is no ordinary opponent,"
Asam echoed, shifting his gaze to the Simurian side.
"I wonder which top-tier warrior we'll be sending out to face him."
From the Simurian ranks, a man in his early thirties rose to his feet.
In a single leap, he descended from the stands into the arena—blue lightning crackling across his body.
"Oh!" Asam's voice rose with excitement.
"Our representative is Allen, known on Simurian Star as the fastest and most explosive top-tier warrior!"
"Mr. Allen's technique is lightning-based," Asam continued.
"Among Simurian's elite warriors, his strength ranks near the very top.
"We hope both fighters give us a spectacular match!
A friendly reminder—there are no restrictions on techniques."
"Our professional medical teams are on standby, so no matter how serious the injuries are, there's no need to worry!"
In other words:
As long as you don't kill each other—go all out.
"So it's Uncle Hakari going first…"
Kaguya murmured from the stands, visibly surprised.
"Is he really that strong?"
Zen'in Kaon asked curiously.
"Is he another sorcerer on the level of a Special Grade?"
"Uncle Hakari is technically only a semi–Special Grade," Kaguya explained,
"but his actual combat strength is no weaker than a true Special Grade.
"It's just that his technique is… unusual, and doesn't meet certain classification standards.
"And he's also my father's senior.
My dad once said that when Uncle Hakari is in top form, he can even rival Principal Gojo."
Kaguya scratched his head.
"But I've never actually seen him fight."
"I see."
Kaon immediately focused her attention on the arena.
This was exactly the kind of match worth watching.
Every competitor stepping onto the field today possessed power comparable to a Special Grade—each battle was a rare learning opportunity.
On the vast battlefield, Allen looked at Hakari with a faint smile.
"You visited our ship once," he said.
"I remember you."
Back then, Hakari hadn't even been able to withstand a hundredfold gravity.
To be honest, Allen hadn't thought much of him.
Physically, Hakari had already been at a disadvantage.
"Let's begin," Hakari said, shrugging off his shirt and tossing it aside as cursed energy surged within him.
"Let me feel your passion."
"Then you'd better brace yourself."
Allen bent his knees slightly.
Blue lightning exploded outward from his body.
BOOM!
In an instant, he vanished—reappearing right in front of Hakari.
Lightning tore through the air, striking Hakari's body faster than the naked eye could follow.
"Zzzzt!"
Hakari was blasted backward, skidding across the ground before forcibly stopping himself.
He glanced down at his chest.
Blackened scorch marks.
He even caught the faint smell of grilled meat.
"…Looks like things are heating up."
A grin slowly spread across Hakari's face.
This opponent—
now this had passion.
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