The Kyoto Sister-School Exchange Event ended abruptly.
The appearance of a Special Grade cursed spirit had turned what should have been a friendly competition into a full emergency.
The closing ceremony never happened.
Instead—
The entire campus was placed under investigation.
Auxiliary managers rushed back and forth across the school grounds.
Several Jujutsu Headquarters supervisors arrived to conduct inquiries.
The atmosphere around Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical College became tense and oppressive.
Yet for the students—
The experience they had gained that day was far more impactful than any training exercise.
For many of them—
It would become a memory they would never forget.
Tokyo Jujutsu High — Infirmary
Inside the dim infirmary—
Shoko Ieiri worked continuously.
A cigarette hung loosely from her lips.
Its faint glow illuminated her tired face.
She moved carefully between beds.
Her hands glowed faintly with Reverse Cursed Technique.
Several injured students slowly recovered under her treatment.
Finally—
She exhaled a long breath.
"Honestly…"
"Every single school event ends in chaos."
She glanced at the person sitting nearby.
"Gojo."
"Can't you behave for once?"
Across the room—
Satoru Gojo sat comfortably in a chair.
He was playing a simple puzzle game on his phone.
Bright music occasionally played from the screen.
"Hmm?"
Gojo barely looked up.
"Oh."
"You mean today?"
"Nothing special happened."
He shrugged casually.
"Just a Special Grade cursed spirit getting erased."
Shoko's hand paused mid-treatment.
"…Erased?"
"I heard that freshman—Yagami Sora—handled it alone."
"And the method was…"
She frowned slightly.
"…extremely violent."
Gojo finally put his phone down.
"Yeah."
"Instant kill."
"Hanami didn't even have time to deploy its Domain."
"That fight wasn't a battle."
"It was closer to a physical exorcism."
Shoko leaned back against the wall.
Her medical knowledge told her something important.
"That shouldn't be possible."
"Even Special Grade sorcerers can't eliminate a Special Grade cursed spirit that quickly."
"How did he decide the outcome so fast?"
Gojo leaned back in his chair.
His gaze shifted toward the window.
Outside—
The sunset painted the campus orange.
On the playground steps—
Yagami Sora sat drinking a can of cola.
Around him stood several students.
Yuji Itadori spoke excitedly.
Junpei Yoshino listened quietly.
And nearby—
Aoi Todo passionately explained his strange "best friend philosophy."
From a distance—
Sora looked like an ordinary high school student.
Quiet.
Lazy.
Almost bored.
Gojo smiled faintly.
"He doesn't manipulate cursed energy."
"He manipulates rules."
"The vectors that govern movement and energy."
Shoko raised an eyebrow.
"Vectors?"
"In this world," Gojo explained calmly,
"All motion follows physical laws."
"Force."
"Direction."
"Momentum."
"Energy transfer."
"In Sora's eyes…"
"…a cursed technique is just another vector."
"If he calculates it correctly—"
"He can erase it."
"Redirect it."
"Or reverse it."
Shoko crossed her arms.
"Even you can't do that?"
Gojo tapped his blindfold.
"My Six Eyes allow me to see everything precisely."
"My technique stops attacks before they reach me."
"That's how Infinity works."
"But Sora…"
He smiled slightly.
"…rewrites the attack itself."
"I prevent contact."
"He removes the possibility."
"That's the difference."
Gojo laughed quietly.
"If I'm the strongest within the rules of jujutsu…"
"Then he's something else."
"Maybe the strongest physicist in existence."
"A destroyer operating on the level of laws."
Shoko sighed.
"The higher-ups are going to panic."
Gojo's smile widened.
"Oh, definitely."
"The old men at headquarters probably won't sleep tonight."
"They've spent centuries controlling power and authority."
"But in front of absolute strength…"
"…those rules don't mean anything."
"And if Sora decides their system is inefficient—"
He shrugged.
"They'll disappear overnight."
Meanwhile—
Deep underground somewhere in Tokyo—
A dim basement smelled of mold and damp stone.
Inside—
Several figures gathered around a table.
On it lay the remains of Hanami.
Only a charred fragment remained.
The cursed spirit had been completely destroyed.
The one examining it was Suguru Geto.
—or rather—
The ancient sorcerer controlling his body.
Kenjaku.
His expression darkened slightly.
"Dead?"
Across from him—
The volcano-headed cursed spirit Jogo trembled with anger.
"That brat…"
"Yagami Sora…"
His voice carried deep resentment.
"Hanami didn't even activate its full technique!"
"A beam of white light erased everything!"
"That attack wasn't ordinary cursed energy!"
"It felt like reality itself was torn apart!"
Jogo slammed his fist against the table.
"And the worst part…"
"His ability directly suppresses us."
"With Gojo Satoru…"
"At least we understand Infinity."
"But that boy…"
"His power makes no sense."
"Flames get reflected."
"Plants get reversed."
"Even Mahito's Idle Transfiguration might not work on him."
His voice trembled.
"How are we supposed to fight something like that?!"
Kenjaku remained silent for a long time.
Then he smiled slowly.
"Yagami Sora…"
"I originally believed he was merely a variable."
"But it appears…"
"…he's an anomaly."
"The balance of the jujutsu world has been disrupted."
Yet strangely—
Kenjaku seemed excited.
"The greater the power…"
"…the greater the strain."
"A brain calculating physical laws constantly must carry enormous pressure."
He folded his hands calmly.
"And unlike Gojo Satoru…"
"…that boy still has attachments."
"Friends."
"Students."
"People he protects."
His smile grew colder.
"Every human has weaknesses."
"And weaknesses create opportunities."
Kenjaku turned away.
"The plan will need adjustments."
"The Shibuya Incident must become more precise."
His voice echoed through the dark basement.
"I will make him watch."
"Watch as the rules he tries to protect…"
"…collapse into blood and chaos."
The shadows swallowed his figure.
And somewhere in the darkness—
The gears of a far more dangerous plan began to turn.
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