As dawn broke, nearly ninety percent of the jujutsu sorcerers had already gathered at a stadium far from the city.
The venue was enormous—roughly the size of two football fields combined. It was a special arena jointly constructed by the two Jujutsu High schools, designed specifically for their annual exchange events.
Tiered spectator stands rose on both sides, capable of seating several thousand viewers.
Yet even with nearly the entire jujutsu community present, there were only around one to two hundred sorcerers in total.
In stark contrast, the Simurian Starfolk had arrived in massive numbers.
They filled nearly half of the spectator stands—at a glance, at least three to four thousand individuals.
Watching them take their seats one by one, Gojo Satoru's eyes flickered with faint amusent.
"That many, huh?"
From their presence alone, Gojo could tell—every single Simurian in the audience was a sorcerer.
Just the spectators they brought already far outnumbered Earth's entire jujutsu population.
Based on what Dex had told him the previous day, among the fifty thousand surviving Simurian Starfolk, at least ten thousand were sorcerers.
Now that he saw them in person, it didn't seem exaggerated at all.
Was it because they were refugees—only the elites had survived?
"Gojo Satoru,"
Leo said as he waddled over with a round belly and a smiling face,
"Our leader has urgent matters today and couldn't attend in person. I hope you'll forgive the absence. He will, however, be following the match closely."
"That's a sha," Gojo replied casually.
"Today's matches are the real highlight."
"But it's fine," he added lightly.
"We'll have plenty of chances to interact in the future. Missing this one isn't a big deal."
Gojo didn't question why Dex hadn't shown up.
After all, Dex had already hinted yesterday that sothing might happen today.
Gojo simply hadn't expected his intuition to be that accurate.
"Is everyone present?" Gojo asked.
"If so, we can begin."
"We're fully prepared," Leo replied with a pleasant smile.
"We can start imdiately."
With that, he took the seat beside Gojo.
After today, this planet—Earth—would belong to the Simurian Starfolk.
And humanity would beco their subordinate race.
"Then let's begin," Gojo said.
He turned toward the raised platform behind them and nodded at the two comntators standing there.
For an event this formal, it felt wrong not to have comntators—so one had been selected from the jujutsu world, and one from the Simurian Starfolk.
"Good morning, everyone,"
said the jujutsu-side comntator, Kusakabe Atsuya.
"I'll be serving as today's comntator."
Kusakabe looked utterly unenthusiastic.
His dead-fish eyes were filled with resistance—clearly, being a comntator was the last thing he wanted to do.
Gojo had insisted that only Kusakabe Atsuya was worthy of being a "gold-dal comntator," and forcibly paid ten million to hire him.
"HAHAHA—Senior Zetsu, look! Your dad's the comntator today!"
From the spectator stands, Kaguya Okkotsu excitedly patted the shoulder of Kusakabe Zetsu beside him.
"I see him. You don't have to point it out,"
Zetsu replied flatly.
For so reason, he suddenly felt deeply embarrassed.
It was his own father doing the comntary—yet all he wanted was to crawl into a hole and disappear.
"Good morning to our friends from Earth, and to the warriors of Simurian Star!"
The Simurian comntator beside Kusakabe Atsuya spoke enthusiastically.
"My na is Asam, from Simurian Star, and I'll be serving as today's co-comntator alongside Mr. Kusakabe!
I hope all competitors perform to the best of their abilities!"
Compared to Kusakabe's deadpan delivery, Asam was visibly energetic—clearly a professional comntator.
"Because the Jujutsu side claid victory in yesterday's Youth Division match,"
Asam continued,
"the current score stands at 1–0, with the Earth's Jujutsu world in the lead!
"According to the rules agreed upon by both sides, the Earth's Jujutsu side will send out the first competitor today!"
The announcent officially signaled the start of the Adult Division.
All eyes in the stadium turned toward the Jujutsu side, anticipation thick in the air.
"I've wanted to experience the passion of the Simurian Starfolk for a while now."
A middle-aged man stood up from the stands and walked down the steps toward the arena.
"I'll take the first match."
"The first representative from the Jujutsu side is Kinji Hakari,"
Kusakabe Atsuya introduced calmly.
"He's exceptionally powerful—a core pillar of the Jujutsu world.
At the sa ti, he's also… a hot-blooded gambler."
"It's clear from his stride that this is no ordinary opponent,"
Asam echoed, shifting his gaze to the Simurian side.
"I wonder which top-tier warrior we'll be sending out to face him."
From the Simurian ranks, a man in his early thirties rose to his feet.
In a single leap, he descended from the stands into the arena—blue lightning crackling across his body.
"Oh!" Asam's voice rose with excitent.
"Our representative is Allen, known on Simurian Star as the fastest and most explosive top-tier warrior!"
"Mr. Allen's technique is lightning-based," Asam continued.
"Among Simurian's elite warriors, his strength ranks near the very top.
"We hope both fighters give us a spectacular match!
A friendly reminder—there are no restrictions on techniques."
"Our professional dical teams are on standby, so no matter how serious the injuries are, there's no need to worry!"
In other words:
As long as you don't kill each other—go all out.
"So it's Uncle Hakari going first…"
Kaguya murmured from the stands, visibly surprised.
"Is he really that strong?"
Zen'in Kaon asked curiously.
"Is he another sorcerer on the level of a Special Grade?"
"Uncle Hakari is technically only a semi–Special Grade," Kaguya explained,
"but his actual combat strength is no weaker than a true Special Grade.
"It's just that his technique is… unusual, and doesn't et certain classification standards.
"And he's also my father's senior.
My dad once said that when Uncle Hakari is in top form, he can even rival Principal Gojo."
Kaguya scratched his head.
"But I've never actually seen him fight."
"I see."
Kaon imdiately focused her attention on the arena.
This was exactly the kind of match worth watching.
Every competitor stepping onto the field today possessed power comparable to a Special Grade—each battle was a rare learning opportunity.
On the vast battlefield, Allen looked at Hakari with a faint smile.
"You visited our ship once," he said.
"I rember you."
Back then, Hakari hadn't even been able to withstand a hundredfold gravity.
To be honest, Allen hadn't thought much of him.
Physically, Hakari had already been at a disadvantage.
"Let's begin," Hakari said, shrugging off his shirt and tossing it aside as cursed energy surged within him.
"Let feel your passion."
"Then you'd better brace yourself."
Allen bent his knees slightly.
Blue lightning exploded outward from his body.
BOOM!
In an instant, he vanished—reappearing right in front of Hakari.
Lightning tore through the air, striking Hakari's body faster than the naked eye could follow.
"Zzzzt!"
Hakari was blasted backward, skidding across the ground before forcibly stopping himself.
He glanced down at his chest.
Blackened scorch marks.
He even caught the faint sll of grilled at.
"…Looks like things are heating up."
A grin slowly spread across Hakari's face.
This opponent—
now this had passion.
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