Chapter 81: The Title of the Strongest.
"Cough, cough! Ah... so painful."
Okkotsu Yuta, sent flying several tens of meters, knelt on the ground and coughed up blood. That punch really hurt when it landed. If it weren't for his nearly "infinite" cursed energy reinforcing his body, he might have been pierced through.
"This is no time to rest, rival!"
Aoi Todo's voice came through. Looking up, Todo had already thrown another punch.
Gritting his teeth against the pain in his chest, Okkotsu Yuta stood up and swung his sword.
Clang!
Upon impact, the sword shattered into pieces, as fragile as glass. Aoi Todo reminded him, "You've infused too much cursed energy. The sword body, as a vessel, won't be able to withstand it, rival."
After speaking, he threw a punch at Yuta's face, not using Black Flash, just a simple punch. After all, Yuta had held back earlier; it was courtesy to reciprocate.
For Aoi Todo, if he could teach someone, he would generously impart what he knew. His purpose was to make his opponent stronger, so they could fight him again.
Okkotsu Yuta, having rolled twice on the ground, wiped the blood trickling from his nose and said, "Thank you, I understand."
"Mm, let's continue."
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"Gojo Satoru! What do you think you're doing? Okkotsu Yuta is currently on the verge of rampaging! He must be executed!"
At this moment, Yoshinobu Gakuganji had shed his previous elderly appearance of wearing a kimono and leaning on a cane. Instead, he wore a black short-sleeved shirt and held an electric guitar, his tone now laced with a hint of passion.
"Nothing much, just stopping you all here. I have two suggestions for you."
Standing in the sky, Gojo Satoru looked down on everyone, raised his right hand, and said, "1. I take all of you down. 2. Be sensible, lie down on the ground yourselves and don't move. Only I can handle my students."
Facing the arrogant Gojo Satoru, the people below exchanged glances. For a moment, they couldn't make a decision. After all, they were employed by Kyoto Prefectural Jujutsu High School.
But faced with Gojo Satoru's threat, they didn't dare to make a move. After all, the title of "The Strongest" belonged to him. Although no one knew his true strength, these two words alone weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
"Are you serious?" Yoshinobu Gakuganji stared intently at Gojo Satoru in the sky, seemingly wanting to test his true strength as well.
"Of course. I won't use lethal force. If you want to challenge the title of 'The Strongest,' you can all come at me together." After speaking, Gojo Satoru landed on the ground and beckoned to them with his finger.
"Attack! If anyone can even touch Gojo Satoru once, this month's bonus will be tripled, and hospitalization fees will be covered!"
The moment Yoshinobu Gakuganji finished speaking, the three active semi-first grade and above sorcerers at the school exchanged glances and then immediately drew their respective cursed tools.
As the principal, Yoshinobu Gakuganji naturally knew the importance of leading by example. He walked over directly, holding his electric guitar. His fingers lightly strummed the strings, and his internal cursed energy began to stir with the rhythm of the music.
"Vmm!"
When he strummed the strings again, the sound was like it had been amplified tenfold by a speaker, deafeningly loud. Four cursed energy blades shot towards Gojo Satoru, swift and fierce.
But they couldn't get close to Gojo Satoru, no matter what. This was also within Yoshinobu Gakuganji's expectations. He immediately strummed the strings violently again, and countless cursed energy blades appeared from all directions, launching an attack on Gojo Satoru with no blind spots.
After three breaths, Yoshinobu Gakuganji stopped strumming and looked at the thick smoke ahead. He knew this wouldn't have much effect on Gojo Satoru and said:
"Go!"
"Yes!"
The three jujutsu sorcerers charged forward with their cursed tools, but in an instant, before they could even activate their own cursed techniques, they were instantly defeated by the unscathed Gojo Satoru.
He sent all three flying with a single kick, his speed so fast that even the spectating Yoshinobu Gakuganji couldn't react in time.
The title of the strongest was well-deserved; slaughtering first-grade sorcerers was like butchering dogs.
Yoshinobu Gakuganji didn't know what to say at this moment. He felt that the two of them were beings from entirely different dimensions. Everyone knew Special Grades were ridiculously strong, but he hadn't expected one to instantly defeat first-grade sorcerers.
So this is Gojo Satoru, the one who holds the title of 'The Strongest'...
"Well? Still want to fight, old man?" Gojo Satoru said, his hands in his pockets, seemingly feeling no pressure at all. He just looked at Yoshinobu Gakuganji calmly with those azure eyes.
At this moment, Yoshinobu Gakuganji could only submit. He put down the electric guitar in his hands and said, "I'll pretend I didn't see what happened today. You'd better manage your student well and don't let him do anything foolish."
"Of course. That's how it should be."
Gojo Satoru watched Yoshinobu Gakuganji turn and leave, waved his hand, and said, "Take care, don't let me see you out. Remember to come for tea next year."
"I will." Yoshinobu Gakuganji left with a grim expression. The group of teachers who had been sent flying weren't seriously injured and followed the principal out. They had truly experienced the difference between first-grade and the pinnacle of Special Grade – a world apart.
His speed was too fast to even react to.
Actually, among first-grade sorcerers, they were considered at the bottom tier. The stronger ones weren't currently at the school. Being instantly defeated was, in fact, normal. After all, one was the floor, and the other was the ceiling; they weren't even in the same dimension.
"Oh dear, I guess I put in a little bit of effort there." Gojo Satoru turned to look towards the maze and said, "Forge ahead bravely towards the future. After all, no one can clip a fledgling's wings, including me."
Inside the maze.
Aoi Todo was currently exchanging blows with Okkotsu Yuta. Aoi Todo was also very happy to teach his rival; he could even see a shadow of his best friend in him.
This was the so-called mutual attraction between the strong.
His best friend's talent was unquestionable, the strongest he had ever seen, both in fighting style and combat thinking. After all, with just a simple bit of guidance, he had immediately comprehended Black Flash and even used it three times consecutively within the same day. Although it was possible he could have continued, Todo himself was already finding it a bit much.
That afternoon, he had also chatted a lot with him. As they talked, Tatsuro had recounted a tragic story, and the mentality of the protagonist in that story – numb, dark, seemingly not knowing why he was alive, until the person who brought him change appeared, bringing hope and a pursuit of the future.
A so-called best friend, isn't that the person who understands you the most?
If a best friend is like that, then a rival should be too.
He asked, "What kind of woman do you like?"
"Huh?" Okkotsu Yuta was stunned and was sent flying by Todo's punch.
Aoi Todo continued to ask, "What kind of woman do you like?"
Okkotsu Yuta, lying on the ground, felt utterly baffled. We're fighting, why bring women into this?
"What kind of woman do you like? Big boobs or small boobs, tall or short, what kind of personality? Answer me quickly! Rival."
Facing Aoi Todo's barrage of questions, Okkotsu thought for a moment and quickly said, "I probably like average-sized ones, height doesn't matter, and a gentle and kind personality."
"Too lame, rival." Aoi Todo looked up at the sky, tears welling in his eyes, as if feeling regretful. He said, "To have such a lack of ambition! You should pursue girls with big boobs, who are tall, and mischievous!"
"That's your preference! Don't you dare force it on me!" Okkotsu Yuta roared. After all, Takada-chan from the concert they attended together matched that description quite well.