The Shaolin Temple (part two)

In the classroom at Jujutsu High, Gojo Satoru was in the middle of giving a lecture to his students. His voice was clear and engaging, capturing the attention of most in the room.

"...and that's why it's crucial to understand the nature of cursed energy and how it interacts with your techniques," Gojo explained, writing on the board.

While the rest of the class was focused on the lesson, Maki's thoughts were elsewhere. She was thinking about Hiro and his training at the Shaolin Temple. Suddenly, a thought struck her - the monks at the temple were known for their shaven heads as part of their spiritual practice. The image of Hiro, whom she always admired for his blonde hair, having to shave his head made her heart race in panic.

Caught up in her thoughts, Maki abruptly stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. The unexpected noise disrupted the class, drawing everyone's attention to her.

Gojo stopped mid-sentence and turned to Maki with a raised eyebrow. "Maki, is everything okay? You seem a bit... startled."

The class was now looking at Maki, waiting for her response. Realizing she had unintentionally become the center of attention, Maki quickly tried to regain her composure.

"Uh, sorry, Sensei. Just remembered something important. Please, continue," she stammered, sitting back down, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Gojo, sensing that Maki wasn't going to share more, shrugged and turned back to the board, resuming his lecture. Maki, meanwhile, tried to focus on the class, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Hiro and his potential bald future. The idea was both amusing and unsettling to her, and she couldn't help but wonder how he was adapting to the many changes at the temple.

In his room at the Shaolin Temple, Hiro stood in front of a small mirror, meticulously combing his blonde hair. He took great pride in his appearance, even in the austere surroundings of the temple. As he was perfecting his hairstyle, a young monk entered his room.

"Master Liang is waiting for you for your Wushu training," the young monk informed him.

Hiro gave his hair one final comb-through and turned with a confident smile. "Tell him I'll be right there. Being this good-looking takes time."

When Hiro arrived at the training area, Master Liang was waiting for him, an expression of mild impatience on his face. "You're late," he stated simply.

Hiro shrugged nonchalantly. "Beauty takes time, Master Liang. I'm sure you understand."

Master Liang did not seem amused. "While you have shown talent in Wushu over these past weeks, Hiro, you still have much to learn about humility. Skill is important, but so is the right attitude."

Hiro nodded, taking the rebuke more seriously than his previous comments suggested. "I understand, Master Liang. I'm ready to train and learn."

Master Liang, after observing Hiro's movements and techniques, decided it was time for a new challenge. He walked over to a storage area and returned with a heavy-looking vest. "Today, we will test your endurance and strength in a different way," he said, handing Hiro a weighted vest.

Hiro examined the vest, feeling its significant weight. "How much does this thing weigh?"

"100 kilograms," Master Liang replied. "Your task is to wear this vest and descend the mountain. And remember, you are not to use your cursed energy to enhance your physical abilities. This exercise is to build your natural strength and endurance."

Hiro's eyes widened at the weight and the task ahead. "100 kilograms, down the mountain, with no cursed energy? That's intense."

Master Liang nodded. "It is a challenge, but it's within your capabilities. It's important to strengthen not just your cursed energy abilities but also your physical body in its natural state."

Hiro strapped on the vest, immediately feeling the strain on his muscles and joints. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the task ahead. "Alright, I'll do it."

As Hiro began his descent down the mountain, each step was a test of his strength and endurance. The weight of the vest pushed him to his physical limits, but he was determined to complete the challenge. This exercise was a stark reminder of the importance of balancing his sorcerer abilities with his fundamental physical conditioning.

Exhausted but triumphant, Hiro finally reached the bottom of the mountain. The weight of the 100-kilogram vest had tested every ounce of his physical strength and endurance. He was drenched in sweat, his breath heavy, but the sense of accomplishment was undeniable. As he unstrapped the heavy vest, he couldn't help but celebrate his achievement.

"Finally done!" Hiro exclaimed, relieved to be free of the extra weight.

However, his moment of triumph was short-lived. As he looked around, he saw Master Liang sitting calmly nearby, sipping a cup of tea. The master appeared completely at ease, a stark contrast to Hiro's exhausted state.

Liang looked up at Hiro, his expression unreadable. "You took longer than expected," he said calmly. "Now, you must return to the top of the mountain."

Hiro's heart sank at the words. "Back up? Again?" he asked, disbelief in his voice.

"Yes, Hiro. Endurance is not just about one effort. It's about persistence, resilience, and the ability to keep going, even when you're tired," Master Liang explained, setting down his tea cup.

Hiro, realizing the challenge was far from over, took a deep breath and prepared himself mentally for the task ahead. He picked up the heavy vest again, strapping it on with a renewed sense of determination.

As he began the arduous trek back up the mountain, Hiro understood that this was more than just physical training; it was a lesson in perseverance, mental strength, and pushing beyond his perceived limits. Each step upwards was a step towards greater resilience and a testament to his willpower. This was the essence of his training at the Shaolin Temple - not just mastering techniques, but cultivating an indomitable spirit.

Exhausted and pushed to his limits, Hiro finally made his way back to the temple. The journey up the mountain with the 100-kilogram vest had been even more grueling than the descent. With each step, his muscles screamed for relief, and his breath came in ragged gasps. When he reached the top, he unstrapped the vest and let it drop to the ground with a heavy thud, his body following suit as he collapsed onto the ground, utterly spent.

Master Liang approached him, a slight smile on his face. "You know what's funny, Hiro? I gave you the 100-kilogram vest because I couldn't find the 50-kilogram one. But it turns out, it was always in the storage, in plain sight," he said, laughing lightly.

Hiro, too tired to respond, simply let himself fall back onto the ground, staring up at the sky. He was too exhausted to find humor in the situation. His entire body ached, and he felt like he could sleep for days.

Still lying on the ground, Hiro listened as Master Liang continued. "You took quite a long time coming back up, Hiro. It's now time for your training session with Mr. Li."

Hiro, barely able to muster the energy to speak, pleaded, "Can I have a break, please? Just a little rest before I start with Mr. Li?"

Master Liang looked down at Hiro, his expression a mix of sympathy and firmness. "Rest is important, but so is discipline. Your training is rigorous for a reason. Each part of the day is structured to push you, to help you grow. However, I understand your exhaustion. Take a short break, then join Mr. Li. He's waiting for you."

Hiro nodded weakly, grateful for the brief respite. As Master Liang walked away, Hiro lay there for a few more moments, gathering his strength. He knew the day's challenges were far from over. The training at the Shaolin Temple was unlike anything he had experienced before – it was demanding, relentless, but it was also making him stronger in ways he hadn't imagined.

After a short while, Hiro slowly got to his feet, his body aching but his spirit undeterred. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the next phase of his training. With a newfound sense of determination, he made his way to meet Mr. Li, ready to continue his rigorous journey of growth and discovery.

Hiro, still recovering from the physical exertion of the weighted vest challenge, made his way to where Li Wen was waiting for him. His body was tired, but his mind was alert, curious about what this next training session would entail.

"What are we doing today?" Hiro asked as he approached Li Wen.

Li Wen offered a small, knowing smile. "Today's training won't be physically exhausting, but it will be challenging in a different way. Have a seat."

Hiro sat down, his interest piqued. Li Wen continued, "Your cursed energy ritual has a lot of potential, Hiro. It's not just about generating electricity. You can use it to accelerate your body, even your metabolism and cognitive processes."

Hiro nodded. "Yeah, I've been experimenting with it. It's like I can speed up everything in my body, not just my movements."

Li Wen's expression turned serious. "That's correct. But with great power comes great responsibility, and even greater risk. Accelerating your body's functions can have significant consequences if not managed properly. Today, we'll explore how to control and harness this ability more effectively, focusing on precision rather than raw power."

Hiro listened intently, understanding the importance of what Li Wen was saying. The ability to control and fine-tune his cursed energy would be crucial in maximizing his potential as a sorcerer and minimizing the risks associated with such power.

Li Wen, holding a small blade, made a precise, shallow cut on Hiro's hand. Hiro winced slightly at the sudden sting. "Now," Li Wen instructed, "use your cursed energy to accelerate your metabolism and platelet activity to heal this wound. While a reverse cursed technique that heals is rare and limited to a few sorcerers, this method can be a practical alternative. It won't regenerate a lost limb, but it can heal serious wounds. This technique will also help you refine your control over your cursed energy manipulation."

Hiro focused on his hand, channeling his cursed energy to the cut. He concentrated on accelerating the healing process, feeling a warm sensation as his body responded. Gradually, the bleeding stopped, and the wound began to close, much faster than it would under normal circumstances.

"Good," Li Wen observed, watching the process closely. "This is about precise control, not just brute force. You're learning to fine-tune your cursed energy to specific tasks. It's a vital skill for a sorcerer, especially in combat situations where quick healing can be the difference between life and death."

Hiro looked at his hand, amazed at the rapid healing. "I never thought about using my energy like this. It's always been about offense, speed, and power."

Li Wen nodded. "A sorcerer's journey is about discovering the full potential of their abilities and learning to apply them in versatile ways. Your training here is not just about physical strength or combat tactics. It's about understanding and mastering every aspect of your cursed energy. Think of it as broadening your arsenal."

Li Wen observed Hiro's progress with a sense of satisfaction, then nodded as if coming to a decision. "Now that you've laid the foundation, it's time to move to the next level. I will teach you a technique that is extremely powerful, one that could potentially defeat even the likes of Gojo Satoru."

Hiro's eyes widened in surprise and intrigue. The idea of learning such a powerful technique was both exciting and daunting. "Really? Something that strong?"

"Yes," Li Wen affirmed. "But remember, with great power comes great responsibility. This technique is not to be taken lightly. It requires immense control and discipline. Used recklessly, it could be as dangerous to you as it is to your opponent."

Hiro nodded, understanding the gravity of what Li Wen was saying. "I understand. I'm ready to learn."

Li Wen then began to explain the fundamentals of the technique. "This technique harnesses your ability to manipulate cursed energy, but it takes it to an extreme level. You will learn to condense and refine your energy, focusing it into a single, devastating attack. It's a technique that demands precision and focus. One wrong move, and the consequences can be dire."

Li Wen, seeing Hiro's eagerness and understanding of the responsibility that came with this new technique, began to explain it in detail.

"This technique," he started, "is known as 'Cursed Energy Amplification'. It involves condensing your cursed energy to an incredibly dense state and then releasing it in a controlled but immensely powerful burst. Imagine focusing all your energy into one point, then amplifying and directing it with precision."

Hiro listened intently, absorbing every word. "So, it's like taking all the power I have and concentrating it into a single attack?"

"Exactly," Li Wen continued. "But the key here is control and precision. This isn't just about unleashing power; it's about shaping and directing it with pinpoint accuracy. The energy must be condensed and then expanded at the right moment. Timing and control are critical."

Hiro nodded, beginning to grasp the complexity and potential of the technique. "How do I do that, though? Condense and then expand the energy?"

Li Wen explained, "It begins with deep, internal focus. You must be acutely aware of your cursed energy, feeling it flow through you. Then, using your will, you compress it, making it smaller, denser. Once you've reached the peak of condensation, you release it with a focused intention. It's like pulling back a bowstring to its limit and then letting go."

Hiro took a moment to process the information. "Sounds intense. And dangerous."

"It is," Li Wen affirmed. "That's why we'll start with small steps. You need to become comfortable with sensing and manipulating your cursed energy on a more subtle level before attempting the full technique."

Hiro, deep in thought about the new technique, turned to Li Wen with a crucial question. "How can this technique possibly get through Gojo's Infinity? That's based on the concept that the space between him and his opponent becomes infinite, right?"

Li Wen nodded, acknowledging the depth of Hiro's inquiry. "You're correct. Gojo's Infinity is based on the principle that anything approaching him slows down infinitely, effectively never reaching him. However, your Cursed Energy Amplification technique has the potential to challenge that."

Hiro listened intently, eager to understand. "But how can anything beat an 'infinite' slowdown?"

"The key lies in surpassing the speed of the effect itself," Li Wen explained. "Gojo's technique manipulates space to create that infinite distance. If your attack can move faster than the speed at which light tends to become infinite in his technique, then theoretically, it could breach that barrier."

Hiro's eyes widened as he grasped the concept. "So, I need to make my attack faster than light to beat the infinity? That sounds... intense."

"Yes, it's a daunting task," Li Wen said. "It requires not just immense power but also an extraordinary level of control over your cursed energy. You'll need to condense and accelerate it to a point beyond what we normally perceive as possible."

Hiro took a moment to digest this information. "This goes way beyond anything I've tried before. It's not just about brute force; it's about breaking the very laws of physics as we know them."

Li Wen nodded. "Precisely. That's why this training is so rigorous. You're learning to push your cursed energy to its absolute limits and beyond."

Hiro felt both exhilarated and daunted by the challenge ahead. This technique was not just a new skill; it was a venture into uncharted territory, pushing the boundaries of what he thought was possible. As he continued his training, Hiro did so with a heightened sense of purpose, aware that he was exploring the very limits of his abilities as a sorcerer.

As Hiro concentrated his cursed energy, he extended his hand forward, unleashing a burst of electric energy. The air crackled with the raw power of his attack, the light illuminating the training area.

Li Wen watched, his eyes widening in surprise at Hiro's rapid progress. "Impressive, Hiro. You've managed to produce the attack much faster than I anticipated," he said, though his tone remained measured. "However, the speed at which you're releasing the energy is still not sufficient to challenge the likes of Gojo's technique."

Hiro, his breathing heavy from the exertion, looked at Li Wen, determination in his eyes. "I understand. I'll keep pushing the limits until I get there. Speed is something I can improve."

Li Wen nodded approvingly. "That's the spirit. Remember, this isn't just about speed; it's about the acceleration of your energy at a rate that surpasses normal limitations. Your potential is great, but so is the effort required to reach this level."

Hiro resumed his stance, ready to try again, pushing himself further. With each attempt, he focused on refining the acceleration of his cursed energy, trying to reach that unimaginable speed necessary to break through infinite barriers. Li Wen's guidance and Hiro's unwavering resolve were driving him closer to achieving the impossible.

Li Wen observed Hiro's form and the intensity in his eyes. After a moment, he spoke with a tone that carried both respect and a dose of reality. "You've come far, Hiro. Your control over techniques like the Dragon Lightning is formidable. But we must address a fundamental truth. A special-grade sorcerer possesses power that can potentially destroy an entire country. Such capacity isn't simply the result of training; it's often an innate ability one is born with."

Hiro's concentration broke for a moment as he processed Li Wen's words. "So, you're saying it's not something I can achieve with effort?"

"That's correct," Li Wen affirmed. "However, you should not be disheartened. You've attained the level of a grade 1 sorcerer—a remarkable feat. And while you might not have been born with the innate ability to become a special-grade sorcerer, you possess the potential to defeat one. That speaks volumes of your skill and determination."

Hiro nodded slowly. "So, my focus should be on refining my skills further, not chasing a title that might be out of reach?"

"Exactly," Li Wen replied. "Focus on your strengths and continue to push your limits. Your potential is not defined by a title but by your actions and the impact you make."

Hiro took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, a new sense of clarity settling over him. "I understand. I'll strive to be the best sorcerer I can be, whatever grade I am."

Li Wen smiled subtly. "That is a wise approach. Now, let's continue your training."

Reinvigorated by the conversation, Hiro returned to his practice, his mind free from the burden of titles and his heart set on becoming a powerful force for good in the jujutsu world. His journey was his own, and he was determined to make it count.

As Li Wen and Hiro continued their training, Master Jiànzhēng, the venerable sage, approached them. He regarded Hiro's efforts with a thoughtful gaze before turning to Li Wen.

"How is the young sorcerer progressing?" Master Jiànzhēng inquired with a gentle voice that carried the weight of wisdom.

Li Wen watched Hiro unleash a powerful bolt of energy that crackled across the sky, lighting up the horizon. "Hiro has the potential to become the strongest of them all," he responded confidently.

Master Jiànzhēng offered a warm, knowing smile. "Do you believe he might surpass even the child of prophecy?"

Li Wen shook his head. "The child of prophecy is in a league of his own. But Hiro, he could grow to rival the likes of Gojo Satoru, Yuki Tsukumo, and even Suguru Geto. He has the makings of a true prodigy."

Just then, as if to punctuate Li Wen's words, Hiro's energy discharge resonated powerfully, a testament to his growing mastery.

"He is indeed a prodigy," Li Wen remarked, pride evident in his tone.

But Master Jiànzhēng corrected him with a gentle tone. "No, Li Wen. What you see is not just raw talent. It is the result of relentless effort. I have seen him train alone in the early hours, pushing himself beyond the limits. His strength is as much a product of his hard work as it is of his innate ability."

Li Wen turned back to watch Hiro, who was catching his breath after the exertion. A look of satisfaction crossed the young sorcerer's face, knowing that his dedication was paying off.

Master Jiànzhēng's words were a reminder that while innate talent was significant, the true measure of a sorcerer's strength lay in their willingness to work tirelessly towards their goals. Hiro's potential was boundless, not because he was predestined for greatness, but because he had the will to strive for it every single day.

Li Wen watched Hiro's determination and progress with a tempered satisfaction, acknowledging the hard work and dedication that the young sorcerer was showing. As the energy dissipated from the sky, he turned to Master Jiànzhēng, reflecting on the journey ahead.

"He has come far, and yet he still has a long path to tread. He is still leagues away from the prowess of Yuki Tsukumo or Gojo Satoru," Li Wen said thoughtfully. "It will take years for him to even come close to their level of mastery."

Master Jiànzhēng nodded in agreement, his eyes following Hiro's every movement. "The path of a sorcerer is long and fraught with challenges. Time and experience are his teachers now."

"But," Li Wen continued, "if Hiro can master this technique—the one that allows him to amplify and control his cursed energy with such precision—he could have the power to defeat even the strongest of sorcerers. It's not just about matching them in skill, but outsmarting them with strategy."

Hiro, overhearing part of the conversation, paused and looked back at his teachers. He knew the road ahead was long and that the names mentioned were those of legends within the jujutsu world. But he also felt a surge of determination. He was not one to back down from a challenge, and the thought of reaching such heights only spurred him on.

With a respectful bow to both Li Wen and Master Jiànzhēng, Hiro expressed his commitment. "I understand the journey is long, but I'm ready for it. And with this technique and the ones to come, I'll aim not just to match the legends but to carve my own path."

The two masters exchanged a glance, a silent communication passing between them. They both saw the burning ambition in Hiro's eyes, an ambition that would drive him to remarkable feats. They knew then that Hiro's journey would be one to watch, filled with potential and the promise of a future where he might stand among the greats as an equal—or perhaps, one day, as a surpassing force.

Weeks had passed since Hiro left for the Shaolin Temple. In the common room of Jujutsu High, Maki stood before the calendar on the wall, her finger tracing the dates until it stopped. There was just one week left. The promise Hiro made before leaving—to return by Christmas—echoed in her mind.

Yamada walked by, noticing Maki's contemplative stance. "Thinking about Hiro?" he asked.

Maki turned, a mix of hope and skepticism in her eyes. "Next week... it's the time he said he'd be back. Do you think he'll make it?"

Yamada leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms thoughtfully. "Knowing Hiro, he's stubborn enough to do whatever he sets his mind to. But mastering the techniques of the Shaolin Temple in just a few months? That's a tall order, even for him."

Maki nodded, her gaze drifting back to the calendar. "He's always been one to defy expectations. But this... I just hope he's not pushing himself too hard."

Yamada smiled slightly. "Well, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that Hiro has a way of surprising us all. I wouldn't count him out just yet."

Maki managed a small smile, comforted by Yamada's confidence. "You're right. If anyone can do it, Hiro can."

Yamada's question lingered in the air, and Maki turned to face him, her expression revealing a momentary vulnerability that she rarely showed.

"What is Hiro to you, Maki?" Yamada pressed gently, his curiosity genuine.

Maki paused, considering her feelings, which she often kept guarded. "Hiro... he's someone who challenges me, who doesn't treat me like I'm fragile just because I'm a woman or because of my family issues," she started. "He sees me as a sorcerer first, an equal. And... he's someone I can't seem to figure out, which is frustrating and... intriguing."

Yamada nodded, understanding the complexity of their relationship. "But is he just a fellow sorcerer to you? Or is there something more?"

Maki hesitated, her gaze falling to the floor as she wrestled with her thoughts. "I don't know," she admitted quietly. "He's become important to me, more than I expected anyone could. He's under my skin, Yamada. And now that he's not here, I realize just how much his presence has become a part of my daily life."

Yamada gave a knowing nod, his eyes softening. "It sounds like he's more than just a comrade to you, Maki."

Maki didn't respond, but her silence spoke volumes. The realization of her feelings for Hiro seemed to be dawning on her, bringing a mix of apprehension and clarity.

In the modest room he had been assigned at the Shaolin Temple, Hiro was busy packing his belongings. The once unfamiliar surroundings had become a second home to him over the past months, but it was time to leave. Li Wen entered the room, watching Hiro's movements with a mixture of pride and disbelief.

"I must admit, I truly did not expect you to complete the training in just five months," Li Wen said, his voice carrying a note of respect.

Hiro folded another garment, placing it carefully into his bag. "It's because I made a promise to return by Christmas," he replied, his tone steady and determined. "Promises mean a lot to me, and this one... this one I intend to keep."

Li Wen nodded, understanding the driving force behind Hiro's determination. "Your dedication is commendable, Hiro. But remember, the journey of a sorcerer is never truly finished. There's always more to learn, more to master."

"I know," Hiro acknowledged, sealing his bag. "But for now, my path leads back home. I've learned so much here, and I'm grateful for everything. But there are people I need to see, things I need to do."

Li Wen smiled, placing a hand on Hiro's shoulder. "Then go with our blessings, Hiro. You have made remarkable progress, and I have no doubt that you will continue to grow and excel in your path as a sorcerer."

With his belongings packed, Hiro took one last look around the room that had been his sanctuary of growth and learning. He was not the same person who had arrived at the temple; he was returning to Jujutsu High stronger, wiser, and ready for whatever lay ahead.

As Hiro and Li Wen walked out of the room together, there was a sense of closure, yet also a promise of new beginnings. The temple had been a crucible, forging Hiro into a more potent force, and now it was time to test that strength in the world he had left behind.

Hiro stood in the temple courtyard, his bag slung over his shoulder. The monks, his teachers, and peers had gathered to bid him farewell. One by one, he bowed deeply to each of his masters, expressing his gratitude for their guidance and wisdom.

To the stern-faced meditation master who had taught him patience and inner calm, he gave a respectful nod. To the young Wushu master who had helped him hone his physical skills, he offered a firm handshake. And to Li Wen, who had opened his mind to the true potential of his cursed energy, he extended a heartfelt thanks.

As the goodbyes were said, a sense of camaraderie filled the air. The monks, who had initially been taken aback by his unconventional ways, now showed a mix of fondness and respect for the young sorcerer who had become part of their lives.

Finally, ready to step out of the temple's gates, Hiro turned back and shouted with a mischievous grin, "I hope you all lose your virginity soon!" The monks, accustomed by now to Hiro's brashness, could only shake their heads and chuckle at his parting words.

With that, Hiro turned and walked away from the Shaolin Temple, leaving behind a legacy of laughter, learning, and an indelible mark on the hearts of those he'd lived with. As the gates closed behind him, he carried with him the knowledge, discipline, and memories that would forever be a part of his journey as a sorcerer.

In the somber meeting room at Jujutsu High, Tokyo's top sorcerers were gathered for an urgent briefing. The atmosphere was tense, each sorcerer aware of the gravity of the situation. Gojo, standing at the front, addressed the group with a serious expression.

"Today, Suguru Geto has made his intentions clear. He's planning to unleash the 'Parade of a Hundred Curses' in both Tokyo and Kyoto tomorrow. This event will release thousands of curses across these cities," Gojo informed the group.

Principal Yaga, looking grave, added, "We need to mobilize all available sorcerers for this. We'll be calling upon grade 1 and 2 sorcerers as well. This is a crisis of unprecedented scale."

Mei Mei, Nanami, Ijichi, and Shoko exchanged worried glances. The threat posed by such an event was enormous, and the potential for casualties was high.

Nanami, ever the pragmatist, spoke up. "We'll need to coordinate our efforts efficiently. Dividing into teams to cover different areas will be crucial."

Mei Mei nodded in agreement. "Our first priority should be to protect civilians and then to exorcise as many curses as possible."

Shoko, the healer, added, "I'll set up a triage center here at Jujutsu High. We should be prepared for injuries."

Ijichi, looking over some maps, suggested, "We can use these to strategize our positions throughout the cities. Quick response will be key."

Gojo looked around the room, his eyes determined. "This is going to be a tough battle, but we've faced tough before. We need to stay focused and work together."

The group began to plan, each member aware of the critical role they would play in the coming battle. As the meeting continued, strategies were formed, teams were organized, and assignments were given. They were united in their determination to protect the cities and its people from the impending chaos. The mood was one of resolve and readiness; they were prepared to face whatever Geto had in store, standing together as the defenders of the jujutsu world.

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On December 24th, as the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grounds of Jujutsu High, an ominous figure appeared in the courtyard. Suguru Geto, with his intimidating presence, stood facing Maki Zenin. The air was thick with tension, an unspoken threat hanging heavily between them.

Geto looked at Maki with a disdainful smirk. "What do we have here? A monkey who can't even use cursed energy," he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension.

Maki, unflinched by his insult, stood her ground, her eyes fixed on Geto. She was well aware of the danger he posed, but she refused to show any fear. In a defensive stance, she prepared herself for any move he might make.

"Why are you here, Geto? What do you want?" Maki asked, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart.

Geto's smirk widened. "I'm just taking a little stroll before the festivities begin. But tell me, where is Yuta Okkotsu? I was expecting to see him here."

Maki remained silent, unwilling to give away any information about her fellow sorcerer's whereabouts. She knew the importance of maintaining a strategic advantage, especially with someone as unpredictable and dangerous as Geto.

Geto sighed dramatically. "No matter. I'll find him soon enough. But you, Maki Zenin, don't you realize you're out of your depth here? You should be running away, not trying to play the hero."

Maki tightened her grip on her weapon, ready to respond to any threat. "I'm a sorcerer of Jujutsu High. It's my duty to protect this place, no matter who the enemy is."

Geto chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "Brave words for someone without cursed energy. Let's see if your bravery can save you now."

Maki's determination was unwavering as she faced off against Suguru Geto. "You're not getting past me," she declared firmly, her resolve clear in her stance.

Geto laughed, a sound devoid of humor. "It's futile, Maki Zenin. The only sorcerer capable of defeating me is Satoru Gojo, and he's preoccupied with the curses in the city center. You stand no chance."

Maki's expression didn't falter. "There's another sorcerer who could wipe the floor with you, and he's going to be here any moment."

Geto's smile turned into a smirk. "Oh, you mean Yuta Okkotsu? He won't be enough to stop me."

Maki shook her head, a hint of confidence in her voice. "I never said I was talking about Yuta."

The statement caught Geto off guard, his smirk fading slightly. Maki's confidence implied someone else, someone Geto hadn't considered. The air between them crackled with tension as they stood in the courtyard, the quiet before the storm that was about to erupt.

Maki maintained her combat-ready position, prepared to delay Geto for as long as possible. She knew the importance of buying time until help arrived. Every moment counted in the impending chaos, and Maki was ready to play her part in defending Jujutsu High and the safety of all its inhabitants. The stakes were high, and the battle was about to begin.