Tokyo Jujutsu High, underground training ground.
The vast space was lit only by a few dim incandescent lamps emitting a cold, sterile light.
The surrounding walls were scarred with blade marks and scorched imprints from cursed energy blasts, silent witnesses to the countless intense sparring sessions held here.
Masamichi Yaga stood in the center of the hall.
He had removed his jacket, revealing the thick muscles of his arms. In his hand, he held a plush doll that looked comical but radiated a dangerous aura.
A Grade 2 Cursed Corpse.
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto had already retreated to the highest point of the spectator stands.
The two of them held unfinished Kikufuku in their hands, looking every bit like front-row spectators ready for the show.
"Suguru, how many minutes do you think he'll last?"
Satoru Gojo took a bite of his dessert and asked with his mouth half-full.
"Yaga-sensei's physical combat skills are incredibly solid, and with the support of that Grade 2 Cursed Corpse..."
Suguru Geto narrowed his eyes slightly.
"It's hard to say."
"Mr. Yoru's explosive power is indeed stunning, but he has no cursed energy after all."
"If Yaga-sensei keeps his distance and turns it into a battle of attrition, it'll be very difficult for him. However..."
Suguru Geto recalled the scene of Yoru shattering the shell of that Semi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
"I have a feeling he hasn't even shown a fraction of his true strength yet."
On the field.
Yoru casually tossed the worn-out guitar bag to the side.
He didn't adopt a combat-ready stance like Masamichi Yaga. Instead, he stood there with complete naturalness.
His hands hung loosely at his sides, and his breathing remained steady.
He looked more like an ordinary high school student out for a walk in the park than a fighter.
But this seemingly defenseless posture sent alarm bells ringing in Masamichi Yaga's mind!
'No openings?'
Masamichi Yaga's pupils constricted.
As a battle-hardened jujutsu sorcerer, he couldn't find a single blind spot to exploit on this youth!
'How is this possible?'
Even the world's finest physical combat masters had points of muscle relaxation while standing still.
But this boy seed to have rged perfectly with his environnt.
"Then let's test your ttle!"
Masamichi Yaga didn't hesitate any longer and threw the Cursed Corpse into the air.
"Go!"
The plush doll, infused with cursed energy, instantly sprang to life.
Red light flickered in its comical button eyes, and its body ballooned in size, transforming into a giant bear over two ters tall!
"Roar!"
The Cursed Corpse let out a thunderous roar, swinging a massive paw the size of a water barrel. It brought a whistling wind as it slamd down toward Yoru's head.
The force of the strike was enough to crush a car!
"Watch out!"
Suguru Geto couldn't help but shout a warning.
Yet Yoru didn't even look up; he rely tilted his body a fraction.
By a hair's breadth!
The massive paw brushed past the tip of his nose, failing to ruffle even a single strand of hair on his forehead.
"What?!"
Masamichi Yaga was stunned.
'What incredible reaction speed!'
'No, that's not just reaction speed—it's a terrifying level of anticipation!'
'It's as if he knew the entire trajectory of the attack before it even started!'
'Transparent World.'
Yoru thought to himself.
Even though he only activated it for a fleeting second, it was enough to see through the crude flow of cursed energy and muscle chanics within the Grade 2 Cursed Corpse.
"Too slow."
Yoru's voice echoed through the empty training hall.
At that sa mont.
He slowly extended a finger and gave it a light, casual flick.
Snap!
His fingertip struck the Cursed Corpse's chest with unerring accuracy, right where the core was located.
It looked as though he were simply flicking a speck of dust off his jacket.
But in the next second, sothing terrifying occurred.
BOOM!
A heavy, muffled explosion rang out.
The two-ter-tall Cursed Corpse, weighing hundreds of pounds, was suddenly sent flying as if it had been struck by a high-speed train!
Its massive fra was launched through the air!
It traced a wide arc across the hall before slamming violently into the alloy-reinforced wall dozens of ters away.
RUMBLE!
The wall buckled inward, forming a massive crater.
The Grade 2 Cursed Corpse didn't even have a chance to struggle. It deflated like a punctured ball, completely decommissioned.
The entire training ground fell into a deathly silence.
The only sound was the soft thud of the remains of the doll falling to the floor.
The Kikufuku dropped from Satoru Gojo's mouth and hit the ground, but he didn't even notice.
"W-w-wait..."
"Are you kidding ?"
"One finger?!"
"He flicked Yaga-sensei's Grade 2 Cursed Corpse away with one finger?!"
Satoru Gojo pulled down his sunglasses, his azure eyes filled with absolute shock and burgeoning excitent.
Suguru Geto also took a sharp breath.
"That pure physical power..."
"It has completely surpassed the limits of humanity!"
Masamichi Yaga stared blankly at the crater in the wall, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. If that finger had been aid at him...
He had no doubt his entire ribcage would have shattered instantly.
"You..."
Masamichi Yaga swallowed hard. The light in his eyes was no longer one of testing, but of deep, profound wariness.
"Just what kind of monster are you?"
Yoru withdrew his finger and gave a helpless shrug.
"Mr. Yaga, this is just basic physical force."
"If you concentrate all your power into a single point and release it in an instant,"
"you can do the sa."
Masamichi Yaga's lip twitched.
'Like hell I can!'
'I've practiced martial arts for twenty years, and even I can't flick a several-hundred-pound Cursed Corpse into a wall with one finger!'
"It seems common physical testing is aningless for you."
Masamichi Yaga took a deep breath, his expression becoming solemn.
"Yoru. I admit, your physical strength is imnse."
"But battles in the jujutsu world aren't decided by strength alone. Cursed spirits use bizarre techniques and can even manifest domains."
"Against a true Special Grade Cursed Spirit, a pure close-quarters style without cursed energy puts you at a severe disadvantage."
"Therefore,"
Masamichi Yaga looked Yoru straight in the eyes.
"Show ."
"Do you have... an ultimate move capable of delivering a finishing blow? Sothing to break the deadlock?"
"An ultimate move?"
Yoru smiled faintly.
"As you wish."
He didn't bother picking up the guitar bag with the steel pipe.
Instead, he slowly raised his right hand, miming the grip on a sword hilt.
"Huh? What's he doing?"
Satoru Gojo's eyes widened. "A pantomi performance?"
Yoru closed his eyes.
"Total Concentration..."
Inhale.
Exhale.
The air seed to buzz with a faint, rapid sound like static electricity.
It was the sound of Yoru's blood pumping at high speed, friction against his vessel walls!
His heart rate soared to a terrifying number in an instant.
His body temperature rose so sharply that the surrounding air began to shimr and distort from the heat.
One half violent thunder, the other a blazing sun!
"This is..."
Masamichi Yaga instinctively took a step back.
He was actually feeling a sense of mortal danger from soone who possessed no cursed energy!
"Thunder Breathing, Seventh Form..."
Yoru's eyes snapped open.
In his crimson pupils, golden lightning and red flas seed to intertwine.
He didn't actually draw a blade.
He simply swung his right hand forward at a speed that defied human perception!
"Honoikazuchi no Kami!"
BOOM!
There was no ripple of cursed energy.
But at the mont Yoru swung, the 50% explosive power of Thunder Breathing and 50% high temperature of Sun Breathing overlapped perfectly!
The air was forcibly torn asunder by the sheer velocity and power!
A deafening sonic boom detonated within the underground hall!
A shockwave of white air, wreathed in dark red flas, scread forward like a cannon shell!
BANG!!!
The shockwave slamd into the reinforced steel plate at the far end of the training ground.
The plate, designed to withstand the full-force attack of a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, twisted and deford instantly under the physical impact.
Then, it was torn wide by a terrifying crack several ters long.
Along the edges of the tear, dark red scorch marks lingered, burned into the tal by the extre friction.
Crimson Flash!
The physical equivalent of Black Flash!
This was the ultimate technique—using supersonic shockwaves and slashes to generate spatial distortion!
While Yoru couldn't trigger it with 100% stability yet, his probability was already far higher than that of a standard Black Flash in the jujutsu world.
The only drawback was that since it wasn't fueled by cursed energy, it didn't trigger the 'Zone' state or grant the subsequent attribute buffs.
But even so, its sheer destructive capacity was suffocating.
Silence returned to the hall.
This ti, even Satoru Gojo was speechless.
He stared fixedly at the shredded steel plate, his mind racing to calculate the speed and force of that strike.
'No cursed energy... just compressing physical power to the limit and releasing it at supersonic speed...'
'To actually produce a physical shockwave that rivals a cursed energy explosion...'
"This guy..."
Satoru Gojo's grin spread from ear to ear, his eyes flashing with unprecedented excitent.
"He really is an absolute monster!!!"
Masamichi Yaga stood frozen like a statue.
He looked at the ruined steel plate, then at Yoru, who stood there as if he hadn't even broken a sweat.
Only one thought crossed his mind.
'And he calls himself a "passing physical combat instructor"?! This guy is a walking, breathing nuclear warhead!'
"Mr. Yaga."
Yoru lowered his hand and looked at the dazed principal with a smile.
"This ultimate move."
"Are you satisfied?"
Masamichi Yaga swallowed hard.
Satisfied?
He was more than satisfied!
With a monster like this on their side, what did the High School have to fear from Special Grades?
"Yoru..."
Masamichi Yaga's voice was raspy.
"Your test... you've passed."
"No."
"I should say, Jujutsu High is honored to have soone of your caliber join us."
[SYSTEM: DING!]
[SYSTEM: CONGRATULATIONS TO THE HOST FOR SUCCESSFULLY IMPRESSING MASAMICHI YAGA.]
[SYSTEM: TASK STAGE 1 "INTEGRATE INTO JUJUTSU HIGH" COMPLETED!]
[SYSTEM: REWARD: IDENTITY FORGERY COMPLETION (THE SYSTEM HAS AUTOMATICALLY GENERATED THE PERFECT HOUSEHOLD REGISTRATION AND BACKGROUND FILES FOR THE HOST; THE GENERAL HEADQUARTERS WILL NOT BE ABLE TO FIND ANY ANOMALIES).]
The smile on Yoru's face deepened.
The first step was a perfect success.
Now.
It was ti to properly whip these two "strongest" sorcerers into shape.
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