"I'm not like you—I can't bring others along," Gojo Satoru said with a grin.
"Hahaha, you really are awful, Gojo. You can lie to yourself all you want, but don't take it too seriously," Akira said sarcastically.
"Pfft—"
Hearing this, Shoko almost burst out laughing. "Lying to himself but not taking it seriously—Akira really is sarcastic."
"If we're talking about being awful, you're even worse," Gojo retorted. Then, after a brief pause, his tone shifted. "Akira, let's have another bet. What do you say?"
"Oh? Let's hear it," Akira asked curiously.
"Guess when Geto will arrive," Gojo suggested.
"Scumbag," Shoko muttered under her breath.
"This doesn't seem right. Geto is our friend, after all," Akira said, looking conflicted.
Shoko nodded in agreement. It seemed that Akira's sarcasm was reserved exclusively for Gojo.
"One million yen—thirty-five minutes," Gojo declared.
"Two million—thirty minutes," Akira immediately countered as soon as Gojo placed his bet.
Shoko's mouth twitched as she silently cursed, Scumbags.
Meanwhile, Masamichi Yaga chuckled slightly, feeling rather pleased. He hadn't expected them to bond so quickly in just a single day. As their teacher, this was exactly what he wanted to see. What satisfied him the most, however, was Akira's earlier statement: 'Geto is our friend, after all. This doesn't seem right.'
It might seem like an ordinary sentence, but to Yaga, it meant that Akira had already acknowledged both Geto and Gojo. He glanced at Gojo's face and saw no reaction either—another sign that Gojo had accepted them as well. Gojo might seem carefree, but in truth, he was extremely prideful. Since birth, apart from Shoko, he had never truly considered anyone a friend—not because others didn't want to befriend him, but because he never acknowledged them.
Yaga understood this well. The moment Gojo called out Akira and Geto's names so casually, he had already accepted them.
Around thirty-two minutes later, Geto finally arrived. The moment he walked in and saw the two troublemakers sitting there, he was already fuming.
"Good evening, Yaga-sensei," Geto still greeted Yaga first before finding an empty seat. But what came next only fueled his anger further.
"Stop—looks like I win again, Gojo," Akira smirked, looking at his stopwatch.
"Hold on, Akira," Gojo suddenly pulled out his own stopwatch.
"Thirty-two minutes and forty-three seconds. Clearly, I'm the winner," Gojo declared triumphantly.
"Hmph." Seeing Gojo's smug expression, Akira's face twisted with frustration.
"Hahaha!" Gojo burst into laughter, reveling in his victory.
"What's there to be proud of? It's just one win," Akira said nonchalantly, though the bitterness in his tone made it clear he wasn't as calm as he pretended to be.
"You two, enough already, you bastards!" Geto growled through clenched teeth.
"Geto, this was Gojo's idea! I was going to refuse, but you can ask Shoko if you don't believe me," Akira said righteously.
"You definitely weren't acting like that earlier," Gojo exposed him immediately.
"You two… go to hell!" Geto snapped, his handsome face contorting in rage as he even summoned his cursed spirits.
"Stop, Geto! And you two, calm down!" Yaga intervened, his headache worsening. One Gojo Satoru was already a handful—now he had to deal with Akira and Geto too?
Damn those fake reports! They said Akira was supposed to be mature and composed! They said Geto was supposed to be gentle and understanding! Who wrote those lies?! Yaga cursed internally.
Seeing their teacher on the verge of snapping, the three troublemakers immediately sat up straight, looking like obedient little students.
Soon, the food arrived, and everyone started eating.
As they chatted, Geto suddenly asked, "By the way, Akira, what's that phantom-like technique of yours?"
The others all turned to look at Akira.
"It's Kamui," Akira said plainly.
His answer left everyone speechless—it sounded like he had answered, yet at the same time, he had said nothing at all.
Seeing the confused faces around him, Akira casually wiped his mouth with a napkin before elaborating.
"Alright, I'll explain from the beginning." After spending the day with them, Akira had come to acknowledge his new classmates and had no intention of keeping secrets.
He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, his black pupils had transformed into a three-tomoe Sharingan.
"First of all, these eyes—this is the base form of the Sharingan, also known as the Three-Tomoe Sharingan. It has three main abilities."
"Three?" Yaga asked, intrigued.
"Yes. In some ways, it has similarities with Gojo's Six Eyes. The first ability is enhanced perception—it significantly improves my dynamic vision, allowing me to track movements far better than normal. It also lets me see the flow of cursed energy and enhances my control over it. However, it's not as precise as the Six Eyes, and I don't have Gojo's full 360-degree vision."
"Hah, so it's just a downgraded version of the Six Eyes?" Gojo scoffed.
"Shut up, Gojo. Do you want to hear this or not? Besides, I've only explained the first ability so far," Akira snapped.
"Huh? But you already mentioned three…" Gojo muttered, trying to recall Akira's words.
"Shut up," Akira repeated before continuing. "The second ability is illusions—essentially, the genjutsu I used on Shoko earlier. Anyone who makes direct eye contact with me will instantly fall under an illusion. Against weaker curses, I can even control them."
"So it's similar to my Cursed Spirit Manipulation… and that fox shikigami," Geto commented.
"Not exactly. My control is temporary—it's done through my ocular power. I can continuously channel energy to maintain it, but I can't control hundreds of spirits like you can. Also, your technique permanently assimilates spirits into your power, whereas mine only works on a few at a time," Akira explained.
"The third ability is copying. In terms of martial arts, as long as I see a movement once with my Sharingan, I can replicate it instantly. The same applies to simpler cursed techniques—I can mimic them. Due to my own cursed energy, I can even replicate some innate techniques. For example, the lightning technique I used this morning—that was actually copied from an electrical manipulation technique. But it's not particularly useful for me, so I don't use it much. I'll explain why in a bit," Akira said.
"That's terrifying…" Yaga muttered, truly shocked by the ability to copy techniques.
Gojo, however, remained unimpressed. He already knew he could achieve something similar. With the Six Eyes, he could analyze cursed energy at a molecular level, allowing him to mimic techniques. If he mastered Reversed Cursed Technique, he could even trigger Black Flash at will. However, unlike Akira, he couldn't copy innate techniques.
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