To be honest, Megumi Fushiguro was not really that bothered by Satoru Gojo. That was just the surface reason, while the deeper reason was his hope to transition and clean things up as smoothly as possible. He did not want to leave behind loose ends.

  Megumi Fushiguro and his sister Tsumiki Fushiguro had been well known at their school, the kind of students people remembered. With his sister suddenly in a coma and him transferring schools, things could easily go wrong if handled poorly. Rumors and pressure were the last things he wanted.

  Although Satoru Gojo could smooth things over with a few connections, Megumi Fushiguro had grown up being very independent. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he did not want to trouble others, even his own guardian. That habit was carved deep into him.

  All of the siblings’ living expenses so far had come from subsidies provided by Tokyo Jujutsu High. In exchange, Megumi Fushiguro was expected to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer in the future, essentially a form of scholarship. It was not that Satoru Gojo refused to give him more, but that Megumi Fushiguro did not want to take it.

  His sister’s care, the Curse Removal, and the handling of the culprit were all already in Satoru Gojo’s hands. Handing over even these smaller matters made Megumi Fushiguro uncomfortable. There were lines he did not want to cross.

  Satoru Gojo did not say much about this. After nearly ten years together, they understood each other well enough. He simply patted Megumi Fushiguro on the shoulder, then turned to Akira.

  “I’ll leave him to you,” he said. “With you, even the ‘Ten Shadows Technique’ can definitely be taught properly.”

  Akira caught the meaning behind his words and replied quietly, “You’ve already checked my background?”

  “With that many obvious hints, if I still couldn’t figure it out, the Gojo Clan might as well be removed from the Three Great Clans,” Satoru Gojo said with a confident smile. “Heh, the Three Great Clans. Maybe my ideal Makoto can be realized through you.”

  “I’ll pass,” Akira replied. “I’ve never planned to do anything to the Kamo Clan.”

  “It’s all the same,” Satoru Gojo said. “Your existence alone is the trigger for change.”

  With that, Satoru Gojo turned and left, continuing to act as the hands-off supervisor he liked to be.

  “Akira-senpai?” Megumi Fushiguro asked.

  Watching two men who both felt unfathomable whisper to each other, it would have been a lie to say Megumi Fushiguro was not curious. Still, Akira had no intention of satisfying that curiosity.

  “It’s nothing,” Akira said. “Gojo-sensei has his own business. We just need to do what we should be doing. What do you think we should do now?”

  “Training?” Megumi Fushiguro answered at once.

  “No,” Akira said, shaking his head. “I told you to calm down, not to swing from one extreme to the other.”

  Students who went overboard made Akira sigh. Being unhinged in battle could be a good thing, but in daily life he hoped their minds would stay functional.

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  “You haven’t eaten dinner and you’re injured,” he continued. “If you don’t want a short life, stop here. Eat first, take a shower, then sleep. Tomorrow, go ask for leave from your school. You don’t need me to teach you how to do that, right?”

  “No, thank you, Akira-senpai,” Megumi Fushiguro replied.

  He lowered his posture naturally. Once Megumi Fushiguro acknowledged someone, he sincerely treated them as a teacher and showed respect. Akira had clearly earned that respect.

  His strength was solid, and his words were easier to listen to than most. Compared to others who spoke in an irritating way, he was far better. That alone made a difference.

  After Megumi Fushiguro left, Akira turned to Maki Zenin. “So, what’s next for us?”

  “Of course we keep fighting,” she said without hesitation. “Using Megumi as an opponent was not satisfying at all, so please accompany me until the end.” The fighting spirit on her face had never faded.

  “Weren’t we supposed to be on vacation to relax?” Akira asked.

  “This is my vacation,” she replied. “There’s no better way to relax. At most, we can soak in a hot spring afterward.”

  “I’ve never heard of any hot spring inns nearby,” Akira said helplessly.

  Judging by her attitude, unless he knocked her down, it would be hard to get away. He silently thought she might as well stay honestly in a hospital bed tonight and stop ruining his nighttime stroll around Saitama with Little Sha.

  On the other side, Maki Zenin also decided to hit harder. Maybe because her five-senses training plan had started to show results, she felt that Akira was not entirely well intentioned. That suspicion pushed her further.

  The result was that Maki Zenin really did end up lying in a hospital bed. Akira’s plan to roam around Saitama at night also fell through, as he was injured badly as well, especially his legs, which took several solid hits.

  Without tricks and relying purely on raw ability, Akira did not have a clear advantage over Maki Zenin. Even though she was injured, the more hurt she got, the crazier she became. In the end, she felt satisfied, while Akira was the one left unhappy.

  Fortunately, the well-behaved and considerate Gardevoir stayed with him the whole time. Since they could not roam around Saitama, the two of them found a nice viewing platform nearby and watched the night scenery together. At least the vacation trip was not completely wasted.

  The next day, when the boys and girls gathered again at the hospital, all of them were covered in bruises. The scene was strangely comical. It was hard not to laugh.

  Satoru Gojo seized the chance and took a flurry of photos, exactly like Akira had done the night before. Even after the group returned to Tokyo Jujutsu High, the signs of fighting still had not faded. The marks were far too obvious.

  The ones who had stayed behind, Panda and Toge Inumaki, were left staring in shock. They could hardly believe what they were seeing. It was beyond expectations.

  “This was your vacation?” Panda asked.

  “Salmon?” Toge added, meaning, “Are you okay?”

  After Maki Zenin proudly announced her battle results, Panda raised a paw to cover their face. “This idiot,” they muttered. “Even I, a Panda, can’t stand watching this.”

  The only one who was truly happy was the childlike Pancham. With so many new dark circles to look at, it was overjoyed, swinging its little fists around. It was quickly restrained and taken away by Gardevoir using Psychic Power.

  Right after that, Panda and Maki Zenin started fighting as well. The main reason was that Panda had been getting more and more excessive lately. The behavior was becoming unbearable.

  One moment they asked Maki Zenin what kind of boys she liked. The next, they asked Akira whether he preferred women with larger chests or smaller ones. Asking things like that in front of so many people was shameless. What an outrageous gossip-loving Panda.

  At Tokyo Jujutsu High, training battles often ended in chaotic brawls. Even Megumi Fushiguro could not avoid getting dragged in this time. In the end, the one still standing was Toge Inumaki.

  True to his name, he focused entirely on survival. His legs were quick, he ran fast, and he kept a low presence by rarely speaking. One well-timed, wide-range use of Cursed Speech sealed the victory.

  After a period of training, his sense of timing when releasing Cursed Speech had improved greatly. When he stayed silent, it was fine, but once he spoke, there were guaranteed results. That reliability stood out.

  When the brawl ended, the boys, girls, and the Panda lay sprawled across the training field. They recovered their strength while listening to Akira and the observing Satoru Gojo summarize and review the fight. The atmosphere was tired but focused.