Lunch had ended.
Barely.
Mostly because tiny Yuji tried eating three desserts at once and tiny Takeru attempted to calculate the "optimal chocolate milk ratio."
Now everyone had returned to the classroom.
Except the energy was completely different now.
The kindergarteners were excited.
Actually excited.
Kids were practicing math on their own.
Helping each other spell words.
Competing over who could answer fastest.
The teachers were still emotionally processing the fact that their students now viewed education like an action game.
Takeru stood at the front of the room proudly.
Arms crossed.
"Alright class."
"YES TEACHER!"
the children shouted.
Young Gojo leaned against the wall smugly.
"…You accidentally became an educational icon."
Takeru pointed at him dramatically.
"This."
He gestured toward Gojo.
"This is why being a Gojo…"
A proud pause.
"…is GOATED."
Older Gojo instantly stood taller proudly.
"PREACH."
Takeru threw his arms outward dramatically.
"LOTSSO MONEY."
The children gasped in awe.
Tiny Yuji pointed excitedly.
"WEALTHY CLAN TECHNIQUE!"
Tiny Takeru nodded seriously.
"…Infinite allowance."
Megumi sighed deeply.
"…They're learning the wrong lessons."
Both Mei Mei's immediately disagreed.
"…No, these are excellent lessons," older Mei Mei corrected.
Young Mei Mei nodded.
"Financial literacy is important."
Nanami looked exhausted beyond human comprehension.
"…This classroom has become a stock market."
Takeru grinned and clapped his hands once.
"ANYWAY."
The kids immediately locked in again.
"ROUND TWO!"
This time—
the questions got even harder.
Not impossible.
But clearly above kindergarten level now.
"What's 24 plus 18?"
Tiny Takeru's hand shot up instantly.
"42!"
"CORRECT!"
Money thrown dramatically.
Tiny Yuji jumped up next.
"ASK ME ONE!"
Takeru pointed.
"How many sides does a triangle have?"
"…THREE!"
"CORRECT!"
The classroom cheered like someone had won a championship match.
One random child in the back solved subtraction for the first time and screamed in victory.
Another proudly read an entire sentence aloud.
The teachers were actually taking notes now.
"…Positive reinforcement…"
"…Gamification…"
"…Why is this working so well…"
Meanwhile—
older Gojo sat beside tiny Takeru proudly.
"You know…"
He adjusted his glasses dramatically.
"As fellow Gojos, we're naturally built different."
Tiny Takeru gasped.
"…REAL?"
"Absolutely."
Young Gojo joined in instantly.
"Our brains are simply too elite."
"…Stop corrupting the children," Utahime said immediately.
Too late.
Tiny Yuji pointed confidently now.
"I'M AN HONORARY GOJO."
Yuji blinked.
"…Honestly fair enough."
Sukuna watched the madness from the corner with crossed arms.
"…This generation may actually be worse."
Hakari laughed loudly.
"YOU LOVE IT UNC."
"…Do not call me that."
Then—
tiny Takeru suddenly solved another difficult problem.
Quickly.
Correctly.
Everyone paused slightly.
Because it wasn't luck anymore.
He was genuinely learning fast.
Takeru looked at him quietly for a second.
Proud.
"…Good job little dude."
Tiny Takeru grinned brightly.
"…I wanna become as smart as you."
That hit harder than expected.
Because older Takeru remembered being told he was reckless.
Too loud.
Too chaotic.
Too much.
But here—
his younger self looked at him like a hero.
So Takeru smiled softly.
Then flicked another stack of yen onto the desk dramatically.
"…You'll surpass me."
Tiny Takeru gasped.
"…THAT'S SO COOL."
And the lesson continued—
with laughter.
Chaos.
Learning.
And enough money flying around to concern the Japanese economy.