The next morning at Jujutsu High felt deceptively normal.
Birds outside. Light hallway chatter. The kind of calm that always meant something was about to go wrong again.
Inside the training courtyard, Megumi was already waiting.
He didn't look surprised when Takeru arrived.
He just looked tired.
"…You're early."
Takeru nodded once.
"…Recovery efficiency improved overnight."
Megumi stared at him.
"…That's not how bodies work."
From behind them—
Yuji waved.
"Morning!"
Nobara followed, immediately suspicious.
"…Why is he already standing?"
Takeru turned slightly.
"…I am cleared for controlled activity."
Megumi immediately responded.
"…No."
A pause.
Takeru blinked.
"…That was fast."
Yuji scratched his head.
"…What did you want to do?"
Takeru thought for a moment.
Then:
"…Repeat controlled sparring conditions."
Nobara pointed at him instantly.
"…NO."
Megumi sighed.
"…You just got out of Shoko's medical ward."
Takeru nodded.
"…Correct."
"…YESTERDAY," Nobara added.
Takeru paused again.
"…Recovery speed exceeded expected baseline."
Yuji leaned closer.
"…That doesn't mean you're fine, though…"
Before anyone could continue—
a voice interrupted from above.
"…Ohhh?"
Gojo dropped down casually between them, hands in his pockets.
"…Sounds like someone wants to get back into trouble already."
Megumi immediately looked up.
"…Sensei."
Nobara pointed.
"…He's trying to train AGAIN."
Gojo tilted his head at Takeru.
"…You sure about that?"
Takeru nodded once.
"…Yes."
A pause.
Gojo smiled slightly.
"…Alright then."
Everyone froze.
"…Wait—what?" Yuji said immediately.
Gojo raised a finger.
"…But not with me."
A pause.
"…You're sparring with him."
He pointed behind them.
A figure stepped forward slowly from the edge of the courtyard.
Hakari.
Grinning.
Stretching his shoulders.
"…Finally."
Nobara groaned instantly.
"…Oh no."
Megumi narrowed his eyes.
"…This is a bad idea."
Yuji looked between them.
"…Why does this feel like gambling already…"
Hakari cracked his neck.
"…Let's see how much of that 'copy technique' actually sticks under pressure."
Takeru nodded slightly.
"…Accepted."
Gojo clapped once.
"…Perfect."
A pause.
"…If you die, Shoko yells at me instead of you."
Nobara shouted immediately.
"…THAT'S NOT A SYSTEM!"
The air shifted slightly.
Not hostile.
But anticipatory.
Hakari smiled wider.
"…No jackpots today."
Takeru replied calmly.
"…No limitations either."
Yuji sighed.
"…Why do I feel like we're about to clean up something again…"
Megumi muttered.
"…Because we are."
Gojo stepped back.
"…Begin whenever you want."
And for a brief moment—
Jujutsu High felt exactly like what it always was underneath everything:
A school that trained disasters.
And a place where those disasters learned how to fight each other properly.