Tokyo Jujutsu High, Second Sports Field.
The sky was clear and cloudless.
Due to Hanami's invasion, the exchange event was interrupted, and neither school achieved a decisive victory.
So, Gojo Satoru clapped his hands and changed the exchange event into—a baseball tournament.
At the best viewing spot on the field, beneath the shade of a tree behind home plate.
Lynn set up a huge parasol, placed a folding table, and even brought a portable mini-fridge.
A handwritten sign hung next to it: [Exchange No. 8 · Special Event Supply Point]
"Come, come, take a look."
Lynn was wearing a casual shirt, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose gleamed shrewdly in the sunlight.
"Although matches rely on strength, sometimes 'luck' and 'condition' are also part of your strength."
The first to take the bait was naturally Gojo Satoru, who felt uncomfortable if he wasn't spending money.
"Yo! Lynn!" Gojo Satoru strode over with his long legs and casually slapped a black card onto the table.
"Give me the best spot, and a case of iced cola to distribute to the students! We're going to win big today!"
Lynn smiled as he pocketed the black card and swiped a number on the POS machine that would give Ijichi a heart attack if he saw it.
"No problem, Gojo-sensei."
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Lynn took out a special "Cursed Energy Iced Cola" from the fridge.
"This is a special drink with trace amounts of Cursed Energy Supplement added. It can slightly relieve fatigue and boost concentration. Only five thousand yen per bottle—quite fair, right?"
Five thousand yen for one bottle of cola?
This was practically robbery.
But for Gojo Satoru, as long as his students could win the game in front of that old man (Gakuganji), what was this small amount of money?
"I'll take it! Two bottles for everyone!"
Gojo Satoru waved his hand grandly, not only buying them but also taking the colas over to the Kyoto Jujutsu High side to show off.
Watching the Tokyo Jujutsu High students drink the premium special drinks, all invigorated, Maki even hit the ball out of the field.
The atmosphere in the Kyoto Jujutsu High dugout was frighteningly low.
"Damn it... Is that idiot Gojo actually giving his students stimulants?" Utahime Iori gritted her teeth.
"That's not a stimulant, Utahime-sensei." A gentle voice sounded beside her at the right time.
Lynn had approached at some unknown point, carrying a tray with several bottles of differently colored drinks and a few towels that looked high-quality.
"These are just compliant 'Sports Supplements.' If Tokyo Jujutsu High can buy them, Kyoto Jujutsu High can naturally buy them too."
Lynn adjusted his glasses, his voice full of temptation.
"I see that everyone is quite exhausted from the long journey and the battles of the past two days, right?"
"Tsk tsk, it would be too much of a pity if you lost to Tokyo Jujutsu High simply because of 'poor condition'."
Utahime's gaze wavered.
She looked at Kasumi Miwa on the field, who was trying hard but clearly lacked stamina, and then looked at Gojo Satoru opposite her, who wore a smug expression. Her desire to win instantly overcame her reason.
"How much?" Utahime asked with a dark expression.
"I'll give Kyoto Jujutsu High a 20% discount, four thousand per bottle." Lynn smiled faintly.
The actual cost was probably only about one hundred yen; it mainly contained a tiny bit of positive energy from the Reverse Cursed Technique, which was genuinely refreshing, but definitely not worth this price.
But in this specific scenario, it was a "necessity."
"I'll buy them!" Utahime pulled out her wallet and paid with deep regret.
"If we lose, I'm holding you responsible!"
Once the first transaction was made, the rest was easy.
The game proceeded to the third inning.
Tokyo Jujutsu High was on offense, and Maki stepped up to bat.
Facing a 160 km/h fastball thrown by Mechamaru (the pitching machine), Maki smashed a home run.
Mechamaru's pride was crushed.
Lynn slipped over to the pitching machine during the change of offense and defense.
"Kokichi Muta, simple linear acceleration is easy to see through."
Lynn patted the hunk of iron.
"Want to try this? [Dynamic Visual Interference Sticker]."
Lynn took out a small sticker drawn with strange patterns.
"Just stick it on the ball, and the ball will create a slight visual afterimage during flight. Although I don't know if it's against the rules, it can delay the batter's judgment by 0.1 seconds."
"The price is only two thousand points... oh no, twenty thousand yen."
Mechamaru was silent for two seconds.
He really wanted to win just once, especially to show off in front of Miwa.
"...Stick it on." Mechamaru's voice came out through the loudspeaker.
And so, in the next inning.
Panda swung and missed.
Inumaki swung and missed.
Kyoto Jujutsu High managed to score a point.
The game gradually entered a fierce climax.
Lynn was like a busy little bee, shuttling between the two schools.
Every item precisely targeted their weak spots.
Moreover, the prices were all set right at the psychological limit of "a bit expensive, but acceptable if you grit your teeth for the sake of winning."
The final inning.
Two outs, bases loaded.
The batter was—Todo Aoi.
And the pitcher was Itadori Yuji.
This was a showdown between "best friends."
The entire field held its breath.
Only Lynn quietly packed up his stall, retreated more than ten meters, and hid behind a large tree.
"Um... Mr. Lynn?" Junpei, holding the empty drink crate, looked at his boss with confusion. "Why are you hiding so far away?"
"Junpei, remember this."
Lynn adjusted his glasses, looking at Todo Aoi on the field, whose muscles bulged from overexcitement, and Itadori, who was preparing to pitch with a serious expression.
"When two single-celled organisms collide, they usually don't produce sparks."
"They produce an accident."
Before he finished speaking, Itadori pitched the ball.
It was a powerful fastball, heading straight for the strike zone.
"Strike!! My brother!!" Todo Aoi yelled, but instead of swinging the bat, he used his face—that's right, his face—to catch the ball!
For him, this was the transmission of a best friend's love!
"BAM!!!" The baseball smashed violently into Todo Aoi's face.
The massive impact sent him tumbling backward, blood spurting from his nose.
The entire field fell silent.
Gojo Satoru froze for a second, then raised his hand: "Hit by pitch! Todo Aoi is on base! Game over! Tokyo Jujutsu High wins!"
"We won!!!" The Tokyo Jujutsu High students cheered joyfully.
The Kyoto Jujutsu High side looked like they had lost their parents, and Utahime was so angry she snapped the fan she was holding.
Amidst the chaos.
Lynn calmly walked out and pulled out an account book.
"Congratulations to Tokyo Jujutsu High on their victory." Lynn walked up to Utahime and handed her a bill.
"Here is the consumption list for Kyoto Jujutsu High today, totaling 186,000 yen. Since you lost, this money..."
Utahime's eyes widened as she looked at the string of drinks, towels, Blood Supplements, and stickers on the bill... If they had won, these would have been the price of victory.
But now that they lost, these had simply become "idiot tax."
"Lynn!!" Utahime let out a furious roar of grief.
"Please don't get agitated, Utahime-sensei." Lynn smiled and took a step back, pointing to Gojo Satoru not far away.
"Gojo-sensei just said that if Tokyo Jujutsu High won and he was in a good mood, he would reimburse half of this bill."
"Therefore, you only need to pay ninety-three thousand yen."
"Don't you feel instantly better?"
Utahime was stunned.
Although she was still spending money, the strange feeling of "getting a bargain" arose when she thought that idiot Gojo Satoru was paying half for her... what was going on?
"Hmph! Take it!" Utahime paid with a dark expression and stormed off with her students.
She swore that she would never buy anything from this shrewd merchant again!
Lynn looked at the deposit notification on his phone, then looked at Gojo Satoru celebrating with his students in the distance, a satisfied curve lifting the corner of his mouth.
Lynn had earned three hundred thousand yen through "tears."
"What a wonderful afternoon." Lynn stretched and put the account book back into his pocket.
He turned his head and looked at Fushiguro Megumi, who was currently joking around with Itadori and Kugisaki.
Just moments ago, Lynn had seen Fushiguro Megumi answer a phone call.
His expression was solemn and anxious. Clearly, the news about the Eighty-Eight Bridge had arrived.
"Get the car ready, Junpei."
Lynn adjusted his glasses.
"We need to make a trip to Saitama Prefecture."
"Your mission has arrived."