[75] : Little Sister Calls!

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Due to Bokue Keikain's casual stomp earlier, the sister-school Goodwill Event had to be prematurely ended.

His original intent had simply been to plow through the entire mountain surface, popping out those barrier anchors like seeds turned out of the soil.

However, the actual result not only shattered the barrier completely, but also wiped out every Grade 2 and Grade 3 curse that had been placed within the competition area.

Oh, and casually obliterated three Special Grade Curses as a bonus.

This was the equivalent of two groups competing in a hunting contest in The Hunter: Call of the Wild—where, just ten minutes after it started, a hacker suddenly barged in, instantly eliminating every animal on the map, scooping all the trophies into their own pockets, and swaggering off into the sunset.

How could anyone compete after that?

What was even the point?

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Half an hour later, with the Goodwill Event officially declared terminated, all the participating students and staff returned to the starting point—the gates of Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Or rather, the ruins of it.

"Wh—what the hell happened here?!"

Itadori Yuji couldn't help yelling in astonishment the moment he arrived at the entrance.

He didn't even need to walk inside the campus; the destruction was fully visible from the gates alone. The school's iconic main hall had been completely severed at the waist, falling over and crushing the nearby teaching building. In the background, the dormitory building was engulfed in raging flames from sparks caused by severed power lines.

Truth be told, because of the school's... "specialized nature," its facilities weren't nearly as rich and extensive as those of ordinary high schools. Things like libraries, science observatories, or any typical amenities simply didn't exist at Jujutsu High.

The campus literally consisted of just three main structures: the Main Hall (the principal's office), student dormitories, and classrooms—which were more decorative than functional.

Well, "decorative" might even be generous; at least, they certainly weren't functional.

After all, even a complete beginner like Itadori Yuji had been sent off to perform missions straight away. That pretty much said all you needed to know about the academic rigor of Jujutsu High.

In other words, there likely wasn't any.

To put it bluntly, once these three buildings were wrecked, that was basically the whole school flattened.

"Ahh, well…"

Gojo Satoru raised a finger to gently push up his sunglasses, subtly glancing sideways toward a certain white-clad youth who stood there as if none of this had anything to do with him.

In theory, one advantage of sunglasses was to hide your gaze, preventing others from noticing where you were looking. Yet, he couldn't help but awkwardly notice Bokue Keikain calmly staring back at him out of the corner of his eye, as if fully aware of Gojo's gaze.

Hmm…

After a moment of thought and composing his words carefully, Gojo cleared his throat, adjusted his sunglasses once again, and spoke in a half-joking, half-serious tone:

"You see, while you guys were busy competing, we actually got attacked here at the school by Special Grade Curses—so naturally, all of this is their fault."

"Special Grade Curses?!"

Itadori Yuji wore an utterly shocked and empty-headed expression.

Then, as if suddenly recalling something, he slapped his palm with a closed fist and exclaimed:

"Oh right! During the event, there was a massive earthquake—could it have been caused by those Special Grade Curses?"

Gojo Satoru quickly seized the chance and nodded casually.

"Yep, pretty much exactly that."

As the two continued their casual back-and-forth, Tōdō Aoi stood quietly behind them, his expression particularly complex as he stared fixedly at the white-clothed young man ahead.

As the sole eyewitness at the time, he had personally watched Bokue Keikain casually obliterate three Special Grade Curses with nothing more than a single punch and a quick glance.

Especially that punch… the amount of energy it unleashed—was that seriously something a human being could do?

If a blow of that magnitude landed on him during a fight…

Nope. Nevermind. Better not to imagine that.

"Well, whatever. Given the current situation, there's no choice but to temporarily suspend the Goodwill Event."

At this moment, Gakuganji Yoshinobu, who'd been silent so far, finally spoke up. Leaning on his cane with both hands, he raised his white eyebrows and cast his gaze directly towards the silver-haired young man.

"Gojo Satoru, remember to inform Yaga later. We'll leave first today; tomorrow morning we'll pay a visit to the Keikain Clan."

"Roger that~!"

Gojo didn't say anything more, simply waving his hand cheerfully as he saw them off.

Clearly, the outcome of today's meeting was that the Jujutsu Association had decided to seek aid from the Onmyōji Clan.

Historically speaking, such a decision would unquestionably be seen as bending the knee and bowing the head before those "Celestial Dragon"—like Onmyōji—nothing short of spineless cowardice.

But today, after personally witnessing the overwhelming strength Bokue Keikain displayed, everyone thoroughly understood:

—[Sometimes, bowing down was nothing to be ashamed of.]

After all, both sides simply weren't even on the same dimensional level.

"In that case, I'll also head back now."

Bokue Keikain lazily yawned and turned to leave.

Gojo hurriedly reached out a hand:

"Ah, wait a sec! I just received a message—Ijichi-san is currently driving Principal Yaga over here. Once they arrive, he can give you a ride back!"

"No need, it's faster if I go myself."

The white-robed youth shrugged, stepping forward as his figure blurred like ink diffusing into water, completely vanishing from sight.

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Time flew quickly; it was now the following day.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

In Bokue Keikain's home bedroom, early-summer sunlight pierced softly through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm golden hue. The space remained serene and quiet, disturbed only by the gentle ticking of the alarm clock.

On the bed, Bokue Keikain was still fast asleep, embracing Kuroka.

Yesterday was Saturday, which naturally made today Sunday—still the weekend. Thus, even though it was already this late, neither of them had bothered getting up yet.

Of course, the main reason was because last night, the young man and his feline companion had stayed up… rather late.

Just glancing at the clothes carelessly scattered around the bedside, with clear traces stretching all the way toward the bedroom door and beyond, made it pretty clear.

Evidently, after returning home from yesterday morning's tasks, Kuroka had once again been thoroughly "filled" with an extra helping of spiritual energy.

Bzzzzzzt—!

The sudden, insistent vibration of a cell phone broke the morning tranquility. The harsh buzzing of the device against the hard wooden bedside table made a certain cat-eared girl furrow her brows unhappily, muttering sleepily under her breath:

"Hurry up and turn off that stupid alarm… You idiot, Bokue… forgetting to turn off your alarm on a weekend…"

She rolled over drowsily, burying her face deeper into Bokue's chest, ears drooping down adorably as she stubbornly tried to escape the annoying noise.

"Pretty sure I turned off the alarm…"

Opening one eye groggily, Bokue Keikain reached out blindly from beneath the covers toward the buzzing sound, fumbling a moment before finally grabbing hold of the vibrating phone.

His vision still blurry, the indistinct incoming-call screen appeared before his eyes.

Someone was calling him?

Too sleepy to think further, he promptly ended the call.

Yet, barely five seconds passed before the device began vibrating again.

Persistently calling like this—it clearly wasn't some advertising spam.

With no other choice, Bokue Keikain reluctantly slid his finger across the screen, answering the call and putting the phone to his ear as he sleepily mumbled:

"Hello, who's this?"

Silence.

After roughly half a second of pause, a clear, serene voice tinged lightly with a Kyoto accent drifted calmly over the line:

"You've been away from home for so long—have you really forgotten your own little sister's phone number?"

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