"Hey, isn't this going a bit too far?"
"It's fine! The teachers all did this before, and they turned out fine, didn't they?"
"Really? Is that true?"
"It's true. I'll show you photos if you don't believe me."
After saying that, another set of photos was sent to the first-year students' group chat at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Since they had already seen Satoru's maid photos in the chat, everyone was mentally prepared.
But when they saw the group photo of Satoru, Suguru, Eichi, Shoko, and Artoria, all five of them dressed in maid outfits, they all silently tapped download and save.
At the same time, something deep inside them began to loosen.
"It's too small. I can't fit into it at all."
Panda looked at the tiny skirt in his hand, which could only fit one of his legs, and fell into deep thought.
"Alright, Tokyo Jujutsu High doesn't have any skirts that would fit you, Panda senpai. Give it to me."
After saying that, Yuji snatched the tiny skirt and began examining it.
At the same time, he wondered why such a small piece of cloth was more popular than a hoodie.
Yuji couldn't understand it.
"Why is a male student at Tokyo Jujutsu High seriously examining a girl's short skirt in the classroom?"
Megumi covered his face, looking helpless.
"Hey, Fushiguro, have you seen my uniform?"
Just then, Nobara, who was wearing shorts, suddenly pushed the door open and walked in.
Hearing her voice, Yuji shivered, seemingly recalling the terror of being dominated by Nobara's hammer. He immediately stuffed the skirt in his hand into his clothes.
He had accidentally gotten his uniform dirty earlier while saying goodbye to Kasumi and the others.
Since it was still early, Nobara planned to change into another one.
However, she found that both of her spare uniforms were missing.
Confused, Nobara decided to ask Big Brother Fushiguro, the only reliable first-year.
"I don't know."
Megumi answered curtly.
"That's strange. I definitely put them in the drying area."
Nobara's tone was full of doubt as she began looking for someone else who might know something.
"Ah, Panda senpai, have you seen my uniform...?"
Panda, who had been trying to make himself as unnoticeable as possible, reluctantly stood up.
"Emmm, I don't know."
Panda turned around, his originally round and fluffy body tightly wrapped in a short-sleeved jacket, as if it might burst at any moment.
"Is that so? Where did my uniform go?"
Nobara was so shocked by the sight before her that her eyes lost focus, and she answered in a mechanical tone.
The next second, Nobara followed her instincts, pulled out her hammer, and knocked out Panda, who was posing with an expression that said, "I really don't know anything."
"It really turned out like this."
Megumi, standing on the podium, stared blankly at the scene before him, his art style completely out of place.
At this moment, Nobara seemed to have stepped into a horror movie. Resentment surged behind her, red light flashed in her eyes, and her face was shrouded in darkness even thicker than Eichi's shadow technique.
"Hey, my skirt is missing too. That's crossing a line you don't get to touch, isn't it?"
A chilling voice came from Nobara.
Nobara's glowing red eyes swept around the room before finally locking onto Yuji, who was sitting on the floor nearby.
"Hey, Yuji, what's on your stomach? Can you show me?"
"N-nothing."
"Is that so? Then you definitely wouldn't mind showing me, right?"
Yuji, who had hastily stuffed the skirt into his clothes and created a small bulge on his previously flat stomach, trembled as he stared at the hammer and backed away.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Satoru, save me!"
As if hearing Yuji's cry for help, his timely rescuer arrived.
"Salmon!"
"I, I'm changed."
The classroom's wooden door was suddenly opened, and Toge, who had changed into a skirt, struck a cool pose as he entered the classroom.
Beside him was Junpei, also wearing a short skirt, his face flushed and his movements a little stiff.
However, what greeted the two of them was not the laughter or applause they had expected, but a terrifying entity shrouded in black energy.
Nobara, having transformed into a Berserker, locked her crimson gaze onto them the moment they entered the classroom, then rushed in front of them with movements so fast that even Yuji could barely see them.
Still retaining a sliver of sanity, Nobara let go of her hammer and slammed both fists down on their heads.
"Bonito flakes!"
"Waaah!"
Two unconscious "corpses" lay on the ground, at Nobara's mercy.
"She's taking off my pants... skirt. So scary."
Although he felt ashamed, Junpei decided it was better to play dead right now.
"You guys are truly... scum."
Nobara pulled off their skirts, leaving two male students of Tokyo Jujutsu High lying on the floor in only their underwear.
"Hmm?"
Nobara noticed something was off.
"This is Maki's skirt."
Nobara looked at the skirt in her hand, puzzled.
Nobara's and Maki's uniforms were easy to tell apart.
Nobara's style was closer to a pleated skirt, while Maki's was closer to a straight skirt.
Just then, the door opened again.
"Good afternoon, everyone! I am Nobara desu!"
Satoru, wearing an eye mask, with two long, smooth, bare legs and a radiant smile on his face, hopped into the classroom while moving like a kappa.
In an instant, everyone in the room seemed to have been hit by Unlimited Void and stood completely motionless.
"Heh heh, heh heh heh."
"Oh dear."
Satoru looked at the "corpses" scattered across the classroom and the obviously tense atmosphere, then fell into deep thought.
"Could it be that my pose and style weren't shocking enough?
Are young people's psychological tolerance levels that strong now? Back then, I used this trick to make Eichi and Shoko spit out their dinner, and Artoria even dropped her chopsticks!"
"Satoru, behind you, beh-i-i-ind you."
Yuji wanted to warn him but did not dare speak too loudly, so he could only draw out his words.
Click.
The familiar sound of a gun being cocked rang out, and Satoru turned his head to see a completely blackened Nobara.
"Is that so? So you were the one who took my uniform."
The next second, a tongue of flame erupted.
"Die! You scum of all scum! The strongest scum!"
"Wait, don't be angry! I'll give it back to you now."
"Who wants something you've worn?!"
"Are you discriminating against me? Plenty of people fight over my worn clothes on Amazon!"
"You actually sold them? No, that's not the point. Just die!"
Seeing Nobara chase Satoru out the door, Yuji immediately took the skirt, which originally belonged to Nobara, out of his clothes and hid it under the podium.
At this moment, at the entrance of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
"Then we'll take our leave here. See you next year, Principal Yaga."
"Mm, have a safe trip."
Utahime Iori bowed deeply, then turned and left with the Kyoto School group.
Just then, the sound of gunfire reached everyone's ears.
"What's wrong? Enemy attack?"
It was no wonder Utahime thought so. She only came to Tokyo Jujutsu High once a year, so she was not very familiar with its daily activities, which had already gone through many iterations. On top of that, they had only just been attacked once, so she was naturally nervous.
"It's nothing. No need to be nervous. Eichi, go take a look."
Yaga guessed what was happening as soon as he heard the gunshots, then immediately ordered Eichi to check the situation.
But it was already too late, as two figures had already swept past everyone.
"Didn't I say I'd compensate you with a new one?"
Satoru, running barefoot on his long legs, pulled off fancy maneuvers in front of them while occasionally flashing a glimpse of what was under his skirt, quickly sprinting past everyone.
"No use talking! Just die!"
Chasing behind him was Nobara, wearing a pair of shorts and transformed into a dual-wielding Nobara.
After the two left, the only ones left were students and teachers who had lost all color, standing or lying around like stone statues, as if they had been struck by Unlimited Void.
"Ahem. Well, everyone, don't misunderstand. This is actually a special training program unique to Tokyo Jujutsu High."
Eichi and Yaga, already used to Satoru's various bizarre behaviors, were the first to recover.
"As everyone knows, Satoru is a target who is completely unafraid of being broken, so we often have students fight him at full strength in various types of combat to train their practical combat abilities."
After saying that, Eichi nodded. You could say that after students fought Satoru, their strength and combat experience did improve, didn't they?
"I see. No wonder the students at Tokyo Jujutsu High are all so strong."
Todo said thoughtfully.
"This person actually believed it?"
Kokichi's eyes widened as he looked at Todo.
"Yosh. If it can make me stronger, I'll join too."
After saying that, Todo rushed toward Satoru.
This even stumped Eichi.
(To be continued.)