Half an hour after the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event began.
The Tokyo School members had already encountered their respective targets.
"So you're the students from the Kyoto School."
Satoru stood on a tree branch, looking down at the three people in the clearing.
"Who!"
"When did he get there?"
"Satoru!"
The three below were startled by the sudden voice.
"How come they feel even weaker than Utahime? Could it be Eichi was right, and I've been underestimating Utahime all this time?"
Satoru looked at the one Grade 2 sorcerer and two Grade 3s beneath him, comparing them to Utahime he had recently become familiar with.
Due to his limited social circle and overly blunt manner of speech, there weren't many jujutsu sorcerers Satoru knew or remembered well.
Of the ones he did remember, Utahime truly ranked at the bottom.
"It's Gojo Satoru! Everyone, don't hold back! Attack with full power!"
The leading sorcerer from the Kamo clan was the first to shout.
"Hm?"
Satoru focused his gaze on the Kamo sorcerer.
"Hoh, he's actually walking toward me. Not only is he not running, he's actively approaching me?"
Satoru's lips curved into a gentle smile.
"Shikigami: Blood Serpent."
The Kamo clan's sorcerer formed hand seals, summoning a crimson serpent Shikigami.
The Blood Serpent lunged toward Satoru.
Another sorcerer waved his hands, causing several stones to rise from the ground and shoot toward Satoru.
The last sorcerer, using the cover of the trees, quietly crept behind Satoru and launched a punch.
It was clear that this coordination had been drilled extensively.
As the three closed in, Satoru leisurely critiqued their strategy in his head.
Flying stones to block my escape route. Blood Serpent to draw my attention from the front. And a finishing strike from behind, huh?
But... in the next moment, the stones, the serpent's fangs, and the punch all stopped right beside Satoru.
"Muda muda."
"The distance between you and me is infinite."
With a few casual punches, Satoru shattered the coordinated attack that had clearly taken time to prepare.
"Damn it, is this Limitless?"
One of the sorcerers said in frustration.
"Don't panic. He can't maintain Limitless forever. There has to be a weakness. We just need to hang on and strike when the opportunity comes."
The Kamo clan leader encouraged the others.
Sure enough, the two beside him perked up at his words.
At this moment, the three sorcerers, all a head shorter than Satoru, stood shoulder to shoulder, ready for battle. Above them stood Satoru, exuding absolute dominance.
The three looked like brave warriors facing off against a Demon King.
Elsewhere, Suguru had also encountered his opponents.
"Drip one milliliter of this."
Suguru carefully dripped the potion Eichi had given him into his honey tea.
Then, he downed the small amount of tea remaining in the bottle in one go.
He looked at the Cursed Spirit he had subdued nearby.
He swallowed the Cursed Spirit Orb in a single gulp. As expected, the previous disgusting sensation, like sucking on a rag that had wiped up vomit was gone.
A warm smile appeared on Suguru's face.
Unfortunately, Satoru wasn't here to see it. And before long, the smile vanished.
"One of my Cursed Spirits just disappeared."
Unlike Mei Mei's Black Bird Manipulation, Suguru's Cursed Spirit Manipulation didn't allow shared vision.
So Suguru could only guess what happened based on the feedback he received.
"This doesn't feel like an encounter with another Cursed Spirit. Is it a Kyoto School sorcerer?"
Suguru quickly arrived at the answer.
"I'd better handle them first, otherwise they might exorcise the Cursed Spirits I released, thinking they're part of the Exchange Event."
With that, Suguru headed toward where the Cursed Spirit had vanished.
Meanwhile, the picnic group of four—
"Someone's coming."
With her eyes closed, Mei Mei gave a calm warning as the Kyoto School's sorcerers approached.
"I know. Prepare to engage."
Utahime responded immediately.
"No, no, Utahime-senpai can rest. Ria, it's up to you."
Eichi reached out and pressed Utahime down, then turned to Artoria.
"Leave it to me."
Artoria stood up.
At that moment, the three Kyoto School sorcerers emerged from the forest and entered the clearing where the picnic was set.
"Didn't we come here for the Exchange Event? The one where someone gets hurt every year?"
One of the Kyoto sorcerers asked his teammates, confused.
"Yes, that's right."
The teammate nodded.
"Then why are they having a picnic?"
Silence.
No one had an answer.
Then, they saw the smallest girl among the four get up and approach them.
Two of the three sorcerers instantly became furious.
There's a saying that all the strong in Jujutsu Kaisen are gorillas.
While exaggerated, when you look at the height and build of powerful figures in the series, it holds some truth.
Even the women—Mei Mei is 1.72 meters, Utahime is also above 1.7.
Among the female sorcerers introduced so far, only Artoria could possibly be shorter than Nishimiya Momo.
"Hey, don't be rash. Did you forget the intel we reviewed before the event?"
The leader stopped his impulsive teammates.
"Special Grade Imaginary Heroic Spirit."
"Special Grade?"
Yeah... they hadn't read that part. Last year had been too easy, so they assumed this year would be the same.
"Listen, we're not a match for a Special Grade. In a bit— pfft!"
Before he could finish, Artoria struck him in the stomach with the hilt of her invisible Holy Sword.
"Too much talk. Tactics should be discussed before battle. On the battlefield, the enemy won't give you time for that."
Artoria looked at the leader, her eyes cold and steady.
Less than a minute later, all three had been knocked out and tossed aside by Artoria.
She then returned to her true battlefield, the fight against hunger.
Back to Satoru.
The three warriors who once bravely faced off against the Demon King were now exhausted and on the run.
"Take this."
Satoru grabbed the Blood Serpent's tail with his right hand and whipped it, lashing it toward the fleeing trio.
"Ah, don't twist your body so much. I can't aim properly."
Satoru pinched the serpent's tail with one hand and grabbed its head with the other, complaining.
"Eh heh."
A mischievous smile formed on Satoru's face, as if he recalled something funny.
Both the Blood Serpent and the three running sorcerers felt a chill down their spines.
The trio below ran even faster.
A few minutes later, the three were hanging from a tree in suggestive, awkward poses courtesy of the Blood Serpent.
Satoru nodded in satisfaction.
"This snake's durability is pretty impressive. It can stretch this far."
Satoru praised.
The three were still dangling from the tree, bound by the Blood Serpent.
(To be continued.)
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