It was an ordinary afternoon at Tokyo Jujutsu High. The training grounds echoed with the sounds of sparring matches, clashing techniques, and Gojo’s occasional laughter.

Yuji and Megumi were in the middle of a hand-to-hand exercise, Yuji relying on speed and raw power while Megumi focused on timing and precision. Nearby, Nobara practiced landing perfect strikes on moving targets, rolling her eyes whenever Gojo made another sarcastic comment from the sidelines.

Gojo leaned against a tree with his arms crossed, offering advice only after letting his students struggle just enough to figure things out themselves. Every so often he’d step in to demonstrate a technique, effortlessly reminding everyone why he was considered the strongest.

The tension melted away as everyone grabbed water bottles and found a place to sit, enjoying the brief rest before training resumed.