The courtyard was wrecked again.
Not destroyed.
Just…
violently inconvenienced.
Cracks covered the ground.
Half the windows were gone.
There were equations still glowing faintly on the newest recruit's torso.
And in the middle of it all—
Takeru stood proudly with a pen still in hand.
"…ALRIGHT!"
He pointed dramatically at the sky.
"IF ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO FIGHT—"
A grin spread across his face.
"C'MON!"
Hakari immediately shouted from the building:
"BRO THINKS THIS IS A TOURNAMENT ARC!"
Takeru ignored him completely.
"I AIN'T FIGHTING IN FIVE!"
Then—
a blur.
FWIP.
A sudden gust rushed past him.
And everyone froze.
Because Takeru's upper body was suddenly bare again.
"…Hm?"
He blinked once.
Looked down.
"…Where did my shirt go."
Then someone landed directly in front of him.
A girl.
Strong cursed energy.
Fast enough that even several people there barely tracked her movement.
And—
she was wearing Takeru's shirt.
Apparently because she hadn't been wearing one before.
The oversized black uniform shirt hung loosely on her frame as she slid into a fighting stance immediately afterward.
But despite the aggressive posture—
her face had a faint blush across it.
Everyone stared.
Yuji blinked rapidly.
"…Did she just steal his clothes mid-sentence?"
Hakari lost it immediately.
"THAT'S INSANE!"
Young Gojo pointed dramatically.
"THE SHIRT SNATCH TECHNIQUE!"
Megumi sighed.
"…Why is this happening specifically to him."
The girl kept her stance firm.
Trying to look intimidating.
But the blush remained.
And Takeru—
just looked confused.
"…Why are you red."
Silence.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"…I'm not."
"…You kinda are."
"…Shut up."
"…Okay."
The room-temperature response somehow made her even redder.
Uro immediately covered her face.
"…Oh this is painful."
Yorozu narrowed her eyes from nearby.
"…Another one?"
Hana crossed her arms instantly.
"…Seriously?"
Takeru looked between them completely lost.
"…What's happening."
Sukuna laughed.
Actually laughed.
"…Brat."
A grin spread across his face.
"…You truly are stupid."
The girl adjusted the collar of Takeru's stolen shirt slightly.
Still in a fighting stance.
Still blushing.
"…Fight me."
"…For my shirt?"
"…YES."
"…Couldn't you just ask for one?"
"…THAT'S NOT THE POINT."
Takaba was already on the ground laughing.
"She robbed him emotionally and physically!"
Even Nanami looked exhausted by the situation.
"…I miss when enemies simply tried to kill us."
Takeru scratched the back of his head.
Still confused.
"…You know you can keep it if you want."
The girl froze.
Everyone else immediately reacted harder than she did.
Hakari screamed.
"OH HE'S SMOOTH WITHOUT TRYING!"
The girl's blush deepened instantly.
"…S-SHUT UP AND FIGHT ME!"
Takeru blinked.
"…Okay but I still don't get why you're embarrassed."
At that point even Sukuna covered part of his face.
"…Hopeless."
And another battle began—
for reasons only half the people present understood.