Tanktop Master shook his slightly heavy head, his muscles instinctively tensing. "Hostility. A lot of it."
Saitama rubbed his bald head, glanced at the flashing barrier lights surrounding them and the dense crowd in the distance, then let out a burp.
"Eh? Where is this? A new theme park? There are quite a lot of people..."
Genos immediately assumed a combat stance. The muzzles of his arm cannons lit up as he calmly analyzed the situation.
"Teacher, we appear to have intruded into the core area of an unknown organization. The other party has entered maximum alert. I recommend that we establish defensive positions immediately or attempt communication."
Sol stood in the middle of everyone, looking as relaxed as ever, as though he had simply taken his friends out for a stroll through his backyard.
His dark red eyes swept across the sorcerers standing on high alert, but his expression remained unchanged.
The idea of bringing his friends to visit another world had been nothing more than a whim. Whatever commotion it caused was not something he had bothered to consider.
"Hey, hey, hey, Sol. What's going on here?" Metal Bat pointed his bat toward the surrounding sorcerers. "These guys look like they want to fight us."
Although he was drunk, his combat instincts remained sharp. Sensing the hostility around him, his aura began to rise.
Bang also turned toward Sol, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity.
"Sol, where is this place?"
Sol finally answered, his voice indifferent.
"Another world. Their Hero Association."
He used a comparison that would be easy for them to understand.
"Oh!"
Metal Bat immediately understood. He grinned and slung his bat over his shoulder.
"Heroes from another world? Interesting! Come on, come on! The alcohol is kicking in, so let's stretch our muscles!"
His voice was loud enough to carry through the silent night, reaching the ears of the sorcerers who were already prepared for battle.
"Hero Association?"
Masamichi Yaga frowned deeply.
"What are they talking about?"
"I don't know, but that old man, the one with the mechanical arms, and that Sol guy look like they're going to be troublesome."
Maki Zenin stared intently at the people standing in the field. Sol had suddenly disappeared with Gojo Satoru and the others, making it difficult for the sorcerers to do anything but treat him with hostility.
Yuta Okkotsu, the strongest combatant present, took a deep breath and stepped forward. A massive amount of cursed energy swirled around him like a tangible force, while his gaze locked sharply onto Sol.
"Sol! Where did you take Gojo-sensei, Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara? Release them immediately!"
His voice carried undeniable resolve. Behind him, the massive phantom of Rika Orimoto flickered into existence, radiating a suffocating cursed aura.
However, the response to his stern demand was completely unexpected.
"Huh?"
Metal Bat burped, poked his ear with the end of his bat, and looked at Yuta as though he were wondering whether the young man had lost his mind.
"Release them? The pink-haired kid and the spiky-haired kid aren't eating well and getting beaten up at headquarters... Ah, no, I mean they're undergoing special training. They're living it up right now. You wouldn't believe it."
Bang nodded slightly, his calm voice carrying undeniable weight.
"Young man, calm down."
"Yuji and the others are guests in our world, and they're currently undergoing training. They're in no danger. Sol may act freely, but he would never harm someone without reason."
Tanktop Master folded his arms across his chest, his muscles bulging beneath his uniform.
"We can guarantee their safety."
Saitama blinked and looked at Yuta, then glanced toward Sol.
"Oh!"
He suddenly seemed to understand.
"So this is Yuji's original world?"
He looked around curiously.
"No wonder it feels a little similar... but also not quite the same."
He completely ignored Yuta's terrifying cursed energy and Rika's phantom, his attention seemingly drifting elsewhere.
Genos, meanwhile, faithfully continued his analysis.
"Confirming target relationship."
"The opposing side appears to be the original faction of Itadori Yuji, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki. A serious misunderstanding has occurred due to incomplete information."
"Current hostility level: High. I recommend activating a communication protocol or employing a deterrent to ensure our safety."
The energy in his arm cannons began gathering, accompanied by a low mechanical hum.
Sol had not looked at Yuta or the others throughout the exchange. The lingering effects of the alcohol had left him slightly dizzy.
His gaze moved calmly across the barrier and buildings of Tokyo Jujutsu High, as though he were simply taking in the surroundings.
He showed no interest in answering Yuta's questions. It was almost as though Yuta were shouting at empty air.
That complete disregard was more infuriating than any deliberate provocation.
"Bastard!"
Maki gritted her teeth. Sol's attitude, treating them as though they were beneath his notice, thoroughly enraged her.
Yuta's eyes darkened.
He knew that further communication might be futile.
The other side's attitude was dismissive, and their explanations were bizarre, but their position was clear. They had no intention of releasing Gojo-sensei and the others, and they seemed to consider taking them to another world perfectly acceptable.
"If that's the case..."
Yuta's expression hardened.
"Then I'll just have to use force to make you understand!"
He no longer hesitated.
A massive surge of cursed energy erupted toward the sky. Rika's phantom released a sharp shriek, and terrifying cursed power crashed down upon the people in the center of the training ground like a tsunami.
At the same time, Yuta launched himself forward like an arrow released from a bowstring, targeting Saitama, who appeared to be the easiest person to break through.
"Rika! Suppress them!"
"Yuta, let's go!"
Maki, Panda, and Toge Inumaki launched their attacks simultaneously, each locking onto a different target.
Maki went after Bang.
Panda targeted Tanktop Master.
Inumaki targeted Metal Bat.
Meanwhile, Masamichi Yaga directed the other sorcerers to reinforce the barrier while attempting to interfere remotely with cursed tools.
Faced with this sudden, full-force encirclement, the drunken S-Class heroes reacted in completely different ways.
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