Facing the intense stare of Aoi Todo, Yagami Sora looked completely unimpressed.
In fact—
He casually lifted a finger and cleaned his ear.
As if the towering man in front of him were nothing more than a buzzing mosquito.
"Arrogant?"
Sora blew lightly on his fingertip.
"That's not arrogance."
"That's confidence."
His gaze swept lazily over Todo's bare chest.
"And could you put your clothes back on?"
"The air here is already bad enough."
"If you keep stripping like that, it'll become unbearable."
"I'm not interested in looking at muscular men."
"Especially before breakfast has finished digesting."
For a moment—
There was silence.
Then—
"Hahahahaha!"
Todo burst into roaring laughter.
His booming voice shook the nearby trees.
Instead of anger, excitement filled his eyes.
He crossed his arms and stared down at Sora with unusual seriousness.
Like a collector examining a rare specimen.
"Before we fight…"
"I have a question."
He leaned slightly forward.
"Yagami Sora."
"What kind of woman is your type?"
The entire training field froze.
Megumi Fushiguro immediately covered his face.
His expression said clearly:
Here we go again.
Nobara Kugisaki blinked in confusion.
"…Wait."
"Is this a fight or a dating interview?"
Even Junpei Yoshino looked stunned.
Only Yuji Itadori seemed curious.
Sora, however, remained completely calm.
His sharp eyes locked onto Todo.
Even while standing casually, he was analyzing every movement of Todo's muscles.
"Toudou Aoi."
Sora finally spoke.
"You're pursuing a very primitive pleasure."
"A dopamine-driven impulse rooted in human biology."
He raised his hand slightly.
His fingers traced the air as if manipulating invisible threads.
"And yet you're asking me about personal preference?"
"That question is as meaningless as asking a physicist which color of quark he likes."
Todo blinked.
For the first time—
His normally straightforward mind struggled to process what he had just heard.
"Your 'best friend theory' is simply an attempt to drag people into your narrow worldview."
Sora stepped forward.
The fallen leaves beneath his feet instantly crumbled into fine dust.
"My world is different."
"Here…"
"There is no gender."
"No attraction."
"Only vectors."
"Only laws."
"Only the endless calculation of force and direction."
Even the Kyoto students were stunned.
They already knew Todo had bizarre standards for judging people.
But this answer—
This was something else entirely.
Todo ignored everyone around him.
Instead he continued seriously.
As if discussing a matter of universal importance.
"So you're saying…"
"You don't like big-butted women like Jennifer Lawrence?"
His expression suddenly turned grim.
"If that's the case…"
"You're a boring man."
"And boring men have no place in my world."
His fists clenched.
CRACK.
CRACK.
The sound of joints popping echoed in the air.
A powerful surge of cursed energy erupted from his body.
"If that's your answer…"
"I'll personally guide you to the afterlife."
All eyes turned toward Sora.
Everyone wanted to see how he would respond.
Two seconds passed.
Then Sora looked up.
His gaze toward Todo resembled someone examining a patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital.
"…Boring."
Todo blinked.
"What?"
"I said the question is boring."
Sora stepped forward.
His presence suddenly expanded.
Cold.
Rational.
Terrifying.
It completely contrasted Todo's blazing battle spirit.
"In this world…"
"Strength is the only truth."
"Women?"
"They only slow down my calculations."
"Emotion clouds judgment."
"And hesitation gets people killed."
His gaze turned colder.
"I'm only interested in the strong."
"The kind of opponent who can survive one of my attacks."
"The kind who forces me to actually calculate the angle of reflection."
He glanced at Todo with obvious disdain.
"As for things like…"
"Breasts."
"Butts."
"Body shape."
Sora scoffed.
"Those are distractions for weak people."
"Anyone obsessed with such trivial pleasures…"
"…will never reach the pinnacle of power."
Silence.
Even deeper silence than before.
The Kyoto students stared at him.
Speechless.
Todo was strange.
But this answer—
This sounded like something from an emotionless war machine.
Was this how Special Grade sorcerers thought?
Then—
Something unexpected happened.
Todo's expression changed.
Shock.
Then excitement.
Then—
Tears streamed down his face.
"…Magnificent!"
He roared loudly.
His cursed energy erupted like a volcano.
"Even if you didn't answer Jennifer Lawrence…"
"This purity!"
"This devotion to strength!"
"It's beautiful!"
He pointed dramatically at Sora.
"Yagami Sora!"
"You are truly an interesting man!"
"No…"
"A true seeker of strength!"
He lowered his stance.
Muscles tightened like drawn steel cables.
Every fiber of his body vibrated with explosive power.
"Since you say you only care about strength…"
"Then prove it!"
"Show me whether you're worthy of those words!"
"COME!"
"Let's fight!"
BOOM!
The ground beneath Todo's feet exploded.
Debris scattered everywhere.
Like a cannonball—
He charged toward Yagami Sora with overwhelming force.
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