🎊HRU: Chapter 295/297

Chapter 295: Level

Seeing Kamo Kenshin appear, someone on the viewing platform let out a quiet sigh.

As the eldest son of one of the three major clans, everyone naturally recognized Kamo Kenshin.

But the more they understood his background, the more regret they felt.

Even though Kenshin's talent was exceptional—having been promoted to Grade 1 during his second year of high school—and despite the numerous achievements he accumulated during his overseas internship this year, to the point of being hailed as the most promising Special Grade candidate...

Unfortunately, Kamo Kenshin failed to awaken the Blood Manipulation Technique.

If he had, he might have become one of the top five prodigies of this generation. He could have entered the school as a Special Grade sorcerer, or at the very least, stood on equal footing with them.

Thinking of this, several people couldn't help glancing at Kamo Kenshin with undisguised regret.

When the Kyoto Jujutsu High team stepped onto the stage, they quickly noticed the Tokyo Jujutsu High team already waiting ahead of them.

"Hello. I'm the captain of the Kyoto team, Grade 1 sorcerer, Kamo Kenshin." Kenshin narrowed his eyes slightly as he extended his hand toward Satoru and the others in greeting.

"Grade 1 sorcerer, Mei Mei." the girl beside him replied flatly.

"I'm a Grade 2 sorcerer, Iori Utahime." Utahime introduced herself with a smile.

However, she felt no shame about her rank. For most support-type sorcerers, even reaching Grade 2 was an impressive feat, and breaking through to Grade 1 was incredibly rare.

Unless a support-type sorcerer could master the Reverse Cursed Technique.

Because the Reverse Cursed Technique was extremely difficult to learn. Across the entire jujutsu world, only a handful of individuals could use it—and all of them were true top-tier elites.

Seeing this, the Tokyo team also began introducing themselves.

"Hello. I'm the captain of this year's Tokyo team, Special Grade sorcerer, Gojo Satoru."

Satoru spoke calmly, shaking Kenshin's hand without showing even the slightest sign of superiority.

He knew Kamo Kenshin well and acknowledged his strength—probably comparable to Suguru's.

However, since Kenshin failed to awaken the Blood Manipulation Technique, his status within the Kamo clan was quite low, and he was often stationed overseas.

Thinking of this, Satoru couldn't help but recall his younger brother, Satoshi.

Satoshi also couldn't awaken his Cursed Technique at first. If not for his later awakening of immense talent in forging Zanpakutō, things might have turned out the same for him.

At the same time, Kenshin was also quietly observing Satoru.

He had to admit, he felt envious of this renowned prodigy in the world of jujutsu.

Though still young, Satoru's strength was undeniable.

Some claimed that Gojo Satoru had already overwhelmed most of the jujutsu world from the moment he was born.

If there was anyone in this world who could wipe out all Cursed Spirits and jujutsu users, that person could only be named Gojo.

Even before entering Jujutsu High, Satoru had already exorcised multiple Special Grade Cursed Spirits.

Upon enrollment, he cleared the notoriously difficult entrance trials and was directly certified as a Special Grade sorcerer—one of the rarest geniuses in history.

Thinking of this, Kenshin felt a sharp sting in his chest.

If only he had awakened the Blood Manipulation Technique, perhaps he could stand side by side with Satoru now.

But geniuses often fall victim to the very talents they take pride in.

Kenshin exhaled and consoled himself silently.

After shaking hands, the three members of the Kyoto team turned toward Suguru.

"Grade 1 sorcerer, Geto Suguru." Suguru greeted them with a relaxed smile.

The expressions of the Kyoto team immediately grew more serious.

Of course, they had heard of Suguru. Though he was officially a Grade 1 sorcerer, he was widely recognized as a strong Special Grade candidate.

More importantly, it was his near-perfect coordination with Gojo Satoru that made them dangerous.

But even beyond that...

Suguru's ability to manipulate various Cursed Spirits granted him access to a diverse range of techniques, giving him an unpredictable and adaptive fighting style.

Still, his most frightening weapon wasn't his versatility—but his hand-to-hand combat.

Aside from Satoshi and the Zenin clan's awakened Heavenly Restriction users, few could match Suguru in pure hand-to-hand combat.

It spoke volumes about his extraordinary resolve and discipline.

"Grade 1 sorcerer, Ieiri Shoko." Shoko introduced herself.

It wasn't a big deal, but she still felt a little awkward carrying the title of Grade 1.

Back then, she had relied heavily on Satoshi, and since she had only just entered school, she hadn't had many opportunities to demonstrate her true ability.

This made her current Grade 1 title feel... somewhat inflated.

Shoko thought to herself that, based on her performance so far, Grade 2 would probably be more appropriate.

"Hello, Shoko," Utahime said warmly. "I've heard a lot about you."

"They say you were born with mastery of the Reverse Cursed Technique. Is that true?" Mei Mei asked with curiosity.

Neither of them saw anything wrong with Shoko's rank.

After all, she possessed the Reverse Cursed Technique.

More than a thousand years ago, the jujutsu world had fought a fierce war against Ryomen Sukuna, the strongest Cursed User of that era.

In the end, the entire sorcery world was defeated.

While Sukuna's Domain Expansion, Malevolent Shrine, was certainly a factor...

What truly allowed him to crush the allied forces was his use of the Reverse Cursed Technique.

During that brutal conflict, the top jujutsu families had dealt heavy damage to Sukuna many times.

But with the healing granted by the Reverse Cursed Technique, the tide of battle was reversed again and again. Ultimately, the Cursed Users prevailed, and the jujutsu world suffered a bitter loss.

The most terrifying thing was this.

While mastering the Reverse Cursed Technique was already rare, being able to apply it to others—healing external targets—was even rarer.

In the thousand-year history of jujutsu, only a select few could accomplish such a feat.

And Shoko was one of them.

That's why no one questioned her rank as a sorcerer.

In fact, in their strategy for the Sister School Goodwill Event, after defeating Satoshi, their next target wasn't Satoru—but Shoko.

Because if they allowed Shoko's Reverse Cursed Technique to support Satoru during battle, he might just be able to replicate Sukuna's terrifying dominance from a thousand years ago.

And none of them wanted to witness that outcome.

After completing their introductions to the Tokyo Jujutsu High team, the Kyoto team moved to their designated position and began waiting quietly for the arrival of their final opponent.

(To be continued.)

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Chapter 296: The Strong One Is Always the Last to Appear

Seeing the composed demeanor of the three Kyoto team members, many of their supporters in the stands erupted into cheers.

The three bowed slightly to express their gratitude for the crowd's enthusiasm.

However, Gojo Satoshi had yet to arrive.

Even though the focus of this Sister School Goodwill Event was Satoru's younger brother, Satoshi, he and the others from Tokyo Jujutsu High still kept their attention on the Kyoto team.

For some reason, Satoru couldn't shake a faint sense of unease whenever he looked at Kamo Kenshin.

It puzzled him.

Kamo Kenshin had not awakened an advanced technique. He hadn't reached Special Grade either and likely had not mastered a Domain.

While Domain mastery doesn't automatically make one a top-tier sorcerer, ninety-nine percent of top-tier sorcerers have mastered one.

Satoru had yet to attain Domain Expansion, but with the power of the Six Eyes and his immense talent, his combat strength was already comparable to that of Domain users.

It was only a matter of time before he mastered a Domain himself.

So why did he feel a vague sense of danger from someone still at Grade 1?

Unable to get an answer from staring at Kamo Kenshin, Satoru shifted his gaze to the two girls next to him, only for Iori Utahime to glare at him fiercely.

Satoru: "?"

"Hey, Suguru, did we offend Utahime somehow? Why does it feel like she really hates me?" A confused look crossed Satoru's face.

"Honestly, her not liking you is totally normal," Suguru replied with a smirk.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Satoru asked again.

"Well," Suguru said, squinting and shaking his head, "if you think she'd like you at first sight, that's the real problem. Ever heard of the three great delusions in life?"

Satoru: "..."

"By the way, why hasn't Satoshi shown up yet? I'm itching to beat him up." Satoru quickly changed the subject.

"Are you sure you're not the one asking for a beating?" Shoko said, pulling out a few candies from her pocket and handing two to Satoru and Suguru.

"When you're bored, a little sugar helps." Satoru smiled. "But I still don't think Satoshi can beat us this time."

He wasn't alone anymore. He had both Shoko and Suguru at his side.

And for the past few days, he had personally been helping Satoshi train.

So even if he was facing his younger brother, Satoru felt confident.

"Now that I think about it, the three of us together really do have a shot," Suguru said, touching his chin. "Satoru, Shoko, how about we skip Kyoto for now? Just use your Six Eyes to find Satoshi directly. If we beat him with Kyoto's help, it won't feel satisfying."

"I was thinking the same thing."

Satoru looked up at the sky. Suguru thought Satoru would decline, but instead, he smiled triumphantly, patted Suguru on the shoulder, and said, "Suguru, you really are my best friend. I've been thinking the exact same thing!"

"If we're together, even Satoshi can't be underestimated."

Satoru's trembling body and flushed cheeks weren't from fear, but excitement. When Suguru suggested the idea, a competitive spark flared in his heart.

"Alright, let's show Satoshi what our strongest team looks like." Satoru grinned, wrapping his arm around Suguru's shoulder.

At the same time…

Two old men entered the plaza, drawing attention from the nearby graduates and faculty.

They were quickly greeted by surrounding staff and alumni.

The two were none other than the principals of the technical colleges—Gakuganji Yoshinobu and Sekiguchi Seiji.

"Good morning, everyone," Seiji greeted them with a pleasant smile.

Gakuganji simply nodded.

Satoshi's seat was still empty, indicating he had yet to arrive.

With some time still left before the event's official start, the two principals didn't linger and made their way to the platform.

On the high platform, Yaga Masamichi stepped forward as soon as he saw them and bowed respectfully. "Principal Sekiguchi. Principal Gakuganji."

Sekiguchi responded with a wide, satisfied smile, clearly pleased with the young instructor.

Gakuganji, however, looked slightly embarrassed.

His gaze turned to the blonde woman leaning lazily against the edge of the platform, looking out over the scenery.

She was none other than Yuki, the leading teacher from Kyoto Jujutsu High.

Unlike the others, she paid no mind to the principals' arrival, clearly not taking them seriously at all…

Gakuganji looked over at Yaga next to him and felt as if his chest was stabbed with a blunt blade. His face darkened.

Yuki slowly turned her head, completely unfazed by his tone.

Seeing Gakuganji glaring at her, she let out a small sigh and reluctantly greeted him. "Principal Gakuganji."

Sekiguchi chuckled beside them. "Yuki, as expected of a Special Grade. So carefree."

Yuki curled her lip.

It was simply her nature—and somewhat intentional. She hated this kind of suffocating formal atmosphere.

But due to her special status, Gakuganji couldn't really do anything about her.

Originally, she hadn't wanted to remain as a teacher at the technical college and had been planning to go abroad.

But in the end, because she was concerned about Satoshi, who was still dormant in the Tombs of the Star, she gave up studying overseas and decided to stay at Kyoto High... and slack off.

...

Just then, a young man slowly appeared at the edge of the plaza and began walking toward the waiting area.

He instantly drew everyone's attention.

People were momentarily stunned, then erupted into cheers.

It was Gojo Satoshi!

The moment Satoshi arrived, all eyes—both audience and participants—locked onto him.

His appearance was like the final shell detonating at the dam, instantly igniting the atmosphere of the entire event.

"Satoshi, you finally showed up!" Satoru's breathing grew heavy. His blue eyes sparkled with excitement as they locked onto his younger brother.

Satoshi, sensing his brother's rising spirit, responded without hesitation.

"Satoru, so... are you ready to lose to me again?"

"Satoshi, what nonsense are you saying? I'm not losing this time!" Satoru grinned, eyes sharp like a wolf stalking its prey. "You'd better be careful. We've improved a lot!"

(To be continued.)

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Chapter 297: It's Still Not Too Late to Quit Now

"Alright, I'm looking forward to it. See you on the battlefield." Satoshi smiled, his snow-white teeth flashing.

"Satoshi, we're opponents this time. Are you really sure about this?" Ieiri Shoko looked up at him with concern.

She knew very well how strong Satoshi was. But over the past few days, she had been training alongside Satoru and Suguru. She had witnessed firsthand the effort and preparation they had put into this Goodwill Event. If Satoshi underestimated them, he would definitely suffer for it.

Satoshi nodded with a smile and patted her gently on the head. "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Just keep an eye on Satoru and Suguru."

Hearing this, Shoko finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Since Satoshi said so, then everything must be fine.

Hearing the conversation between Satoshi and Shoko, Satoru's expression twisted slightly in annoyance.

He looked at his brother with a hint of contempt and said indignantly, "Hey, what's with that? You're asking Shoko to take care of us? It should be the other way around!"

"Satoshi, you better worry about yourself. If you underestimate me and Suguru, you're going to eat dirt!"

Shoko rolled her eyes, shoved Satoru aside, and said flatly, "You and Suguru are both troublemakers. Forget about protecting me. I'll be fine. Just try not to get yourselves hurt."

Satoru quickly stabilized himself, then glared at Shoko. "Tch. You better keep your attention on Satoshi. Suguru and I aren't losing to him this time."

But he wasn't really worried about Shoko. After all, the rules of the Goodwill Event didn't prohibit the use of Cursed Tools.

To be precise, most Cursed Tools were allowed—and that included Zanpakutō.

Banning Zanpakutō would be a disadvantage to Satoshi. Since he could use his Zanpakutō, Shoko could also protect herself with hers. Not to mention, she wasn't the main target.

Satoshi would clearly be focused on Suguru and Satoru.

From a threat perspective, both he and Suguru were more dangerous than Shoko.

While they were chatting, someone nearby was also watching Satoshi closely.

"So that's the other Gojo genius, Gojo Satoshi?" Kamo Kenshin said calmly.

He had naturally heard of Satoshi. The name was already famous across the jujutsu world. But this was the first time they had met in person.

It was rumored that Satoshi possessed terrifying physical combat ability. Even without using Cursed Energy, no sorcerer had ever bested him in hand-to-hand combat. He was known as the new generation's sorcerer slayer.

But right now, he didn't look nearly as intimidating as the rumors suggested.

Kenshin stared at him, eyes slightly puzzled.

He had expected Satoshi to be some muscle-bound maniac.

But the person standing before him didn't look physically imposing at all. In fact, his posture was upright but somewhat slender—almost delicate.

"Kenshin-senpai, you really shouldn't underestimate Gojo Satoshi," Iori Utahime said seriously. "Shoko and I just saw it with our own eyes. When he goes on the offensive... it's terrifying."

Recalling the scene where Satoshi simultaneously wielded two Zanpakutō with demonic force, even Utahime, usually calm and reserved, felt her throat tighten and involuntarily swallowed.

Even though this wasn't a deathmatch, and both sides were sure to hold back to some degree...

Just the thought of facing Satoshi in combat made her already pounding heart race even faster.

"Yes, Gojo Satoshi is extremely powerful. In a one-on-one match, I doubt anyone here could defeat him." Mei Mei also nodded in agreement.

Kenshin's brow furrowed slightly.

"I imagine Tokyo High will focus on Gojo Satoshi as their main threat. If that's the case, it'll be six against one. Leave the rest to me."

After all, he still had the trump card passed down from the Kamo clan.

Originally, it was meant to deal with Gojo Satoru. But if Satoshi really turned out to be as dangerous as everyone claimed, Kenshin wouldn't hesitate to use it against him instead.

Thinking this, he stared at Satoshi's calm smile with a trace of sarcasm.

This is still the world of jujutsu. No matter how strong your physical techniques are, there are limits in a team battle. If you really think you can take down both schools alone, that's just arrogance.

Satoshi had long been a thorn in his father's side.

If he could defeat Satoshi here, it would certainly earn him favor with his father.

As if reading his thoughts, Iori Utahime frowned and said, "We can't sense any Cursed Energy from Gojo Satoshi, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have any. He's already mastered jujutsu. If we underestimate him now, we're going to regret it..."

"Don't worry, Utahime." Kenshin smiled calmly. "Even if Gojo Satoshi is strong, Gojo Satoru and Suguru together aren't far behind him."

"Let them fight each other first. Once they're both worn out, we'll clean up the rest."

Mei Mei couldn't help but frown at this.

So, the plan was to let Satoru's group deal with Satoshi alone?

"Satoru's group can't defeat Satoshi," Utahime said, her voice firm. "Kenshin-senpai, we shouldn't betray them."

Kenshin's expression darkened slightly at her words. "How would you know without trying? Gojo Satoru is a genius among geniuses. Same with Suguru. They're not like us."

His sarcasm cut deep.

Utahime opened her mouth to reply but found no words. She frowned, her expression conflicted.

Kenshin wasn't wrong.

Compared to those two teams, theirs did seem the most... ordinary.

Did they really have the power to intervene?

Or would they just be criticized as weak and useless?

Still, Kenshin had made a tactical call. As captain, his decision wasn't baseless—it was what gave their team the best chance of victory.

...

Soon after, Sekiguchi Seiji appeared, walking toward the group with a relaxed smile.

Unlike Gakuganji's formal robes and the Zenin clan's traditional kimono, Sekiguchi wore a neatly pressed black suit today, his graying hair carefully combed.

He looked more like he was attending a formal ceremony than a battle event.

Yaga Masamichi wore a similar slim-cut suit, both of them solemn and poised.

Sekiguchi looked at Satoshi, stroked his beard, and smiled.

"Gojo Satoshi, it's still not too late to back out."

"This was originally a Goodwill Event between two schools. A third-party team joining does go against the rules."

(To be continued.)