Eight years later.
Inside the Zen'in Family Head's exclusive Martial Arts Field.
All kinds of training equipment and sports grounds were readily available.
If you could think of it, it had it.
At this moment.
The sun shone brightly.
The brilliant light illuminated two men and one woman on the rubber track, sweating profusely and embodying the vibrant poem of youth.
The leading young man was spirited and spoke with fervor!
"To become the Strongest, talent alone is far from enough!"
"Resilient willpower and an unyielding spirit of never giving up are the true secrets to helping us climb to the peak!"
"The most important of these is—self-discipline!!!"
"A Sorcerer's battle... is not just a competition of Cursed Techniques, but even more so a clash of physical combat!"
"The height of a spring will not exceed its source; the strength of a Sorcerer ultimately depends on his physical combat skills!"
"Today's self-discipline condition is—complete all training today without relying on Cursed Energy to strengthen the body!"
"One thousand push-ups every day!"
"One thousand sit-ups every day!"
"One thousand squats every day!"
"Run one hundred kilometers every day!"
"As long as we persevere every day, even if we fail repeatedly, we will succeed. We all have a bright future!"
As his voice fell.
The leading young man, with energy to spare, found new strength.
His speed surged, leaving the man and woman behind him far behind!
Seeing this.
The brown-haired girl at the very back was tottering and complaining bitterly.
"I say, Brother Mirai, why do you two freaks have to drag me, a logistics support person, into this training?!"
"I'm a delicate healer, I won't be fighting on the front lines TT."
Upon hearing this.
Mirai's figure suddenly vanished like a teleportation in front.
In an instant, he appeared beside Shoko Ieiri, and with earnest words, he replied:
"Shoko, I can only save those who are prepared to be saved."
"I wouldn't want you to be taken out one day in the future without even making a splash, so..."
His voice paused.
A vein suddenly bulged on Mirai's forehead, and he roared:
"What are you doing?! Don't you dare try to slack off by using me for leverage!"
"Ahaha~ I couldn't help myself, I couldn't help myself~ Eheh w."
Silently letting go of Mirai's clothes, which she had been pulling with her cat-like paw.
Shoko Ieiri batted her eyes, sticking out her tongue.
She tried to cutely get away with it.
But Mirai wouldn't indulge her.
He directly turned and kicked her butt.
Helping her take off from the spot!
She instantly overtook Gojo Satoru, who was scuttling forward like a zombie with a princely gait, creeping darkly.
"Ah!!!"
"Brother Mirai is a demon!!!"
To avoid falling face-first, Shoko Ieiri had to furiously pump her arms, constantly controlling her body's balance.
Her legs also burst forth with surging power, enough to adapt to her current speed.
Slowly, she became the most dazzling person on the rubber track, leaving everyone in the dust.
Seeing this, Mirai's lips curved into a relieved smile, and he praised her.
"You can do it after all~"
"No madness, no enlightenment w."
He withdrew his distant gaze.
Mirai turned his head to look at the human oil slick, Gojo Satoru, who was crawling at a snail's pace, slacking off.
And after sensing Mirai's gaze through his Six Eyes, Gojo Satoru instantly shuddered!
"Satoru, you brat, look at Shoko. Her running shoes are practically smoking, and then look at yourself; your running shoes are like new = =."
"I've already lapped you a hundred times, and even Shoko has lapped you two and a half times. This won't do~"
With a teasing glance at Gojo Satoru's revealing backside, Mirai's leg, which had just kicked Shoko, felt a little restless again.
Sensing Mirai's dangerous gaze with his Six Eyes, Gojo Satoru looked at the deep, lingering footprint on Shoko's short skirt in front of him, and timidly said:
"But... Big Brother, I'm already the Strongest in the Gojo Family. The pulling force, absolute defense, and long-distance teleportation of Limitless are already enough to make me invincible."
"I can slowly learn Reverse Cursed Technique and Domain later. Why do I still need to train so desperately? Isn't it better to just lie flat and slack off? If the sky falls, you'll catch it anyway, Big Brother!"
"Idiot!!!"
"So painful TT."
After knocking an egg-sized bump on Gojo Satoru's forehead.
Mirai looked at his Otouto's slovenly appearance, feeling exasperated.
As his Oni-chan and old father, he was almost going to be depressed about teaching Gojo Satoru!
Even though from a young age, under Mirai's constant influence and encouragement, Gojo Satoru had always said he would train hard and definitely surpass Mirai in the future, until he was ten years old.
But as he grew older.
The mischievous nature of the human oil slick gradually took over.
His wild, unrestrained, and lazy personality began to show.
Mirai's earnest teachings... his persistent adherence to self-discipline, he failed to learn.
But the casual suggestion of lying flat and slacking off, he held as a sacred principle.
Regarding this.
Mirai expressed: He was speechless = =.
Why are you so easily persuaded?
Human oil slick: Eheh =w=.
"Satoru, how many times have I told you!"
"The Limitless Cursed Technique is not invincible!"
"Any skill that relies on Cursed Energy can potentially be silenced, countered, or broken through by various methods."
"For example, your proud Limitless absolute defense, I know of at least four ways to break through it."
"Cursed Tools like the inverted spear of heaven and Black Rope."
"Cursed Techniques like Domain Amplification."
"My Mr. Mahoraga..."
"And this is why I've always emphasized the importance of physical combat to you."
"At the end of the day, a Sorcerer's competition still depends on the strength of their Cursed Energy."
"It's a simple number game of big fish eating small fish, and small fish eating shrimp."
"For the top powerhouses in the Jujutsu World, Reverse Cursed Technique is basically standard equipment."
"Before both sides run out of Cursed Energy, it's often difficult to determine a winner. Ultimately, it still comes down to physical combat, which anyone can learn."
"In the Jujutsu World, only physical combat reigns supreme above all else!"
With a clang.
Mirai's azure Six Eyes shone brightly.
Behind him, a non-human, tall, muscular horned demon-like figure seemed to appear.
"But..."
Gojo Satoru still wanted to argue, but Mirai had already lost patience.
No time for words, directly—
"Mahoraga!"
At Mirai's command.
A tall, majestic Shikigami phantom immediately overshadowed Gojo Satoru's pitiful, weak, and lazy slender body.
"Follow this brat at a three-minute pace. Keep running until I say stop!!"
"If he stops running or his pace drops, you'll poke his butt with the Sword of Exorcism. Don't hold back, poke him hard!!!"
As his voice fell.
Mirai no longer wasted time with Gojo Satoru.
He stomped his foot heavily, his figure instantly accelerating, surpassing Shoko at the very front.
Whoosh—!
The excessive speed stirred up a strong gust of wind pressure.
A large amount of dust gathered around the vacuum-like environment formed by Mirai's afterimage.
Shoko Ieiri, seeing this, silently pinched her nose and closed her eyes.
After the air currents calmed down.
She turned her head to look at the instantaneous speedometer beside her.
It recorded the maximum speed Mirai burst out at that moment—fifty meters per second, or one hundred eighty kilometers per hour.
Good heavens~
Is he still human??
He's already this strong without using Cursed Energy.
If he were to use Cursed Energy to strengthen his body... "Hiss~"
Shoko Ieiri couldn't even imagine how fierce he would be at full power?!
He'd surely break something, right?!
Compared to him... the little weakling, Gojo Satoru, was indeed cuter.
And the key was, she could handle him w.
She looked back at Gojo Satoru, who was being fiercely chased and poked by Mr. Mahoraga.
Shoko Ieiri narrowed her beady eyes.
With a look of relief, she ambled along in front of him at the same three-minute pace.
Hmph hmph hmph~
Foolish Gojo Satoru~
Just eat my dust behind me~
At the bottom of the food chain.
Gojo Satoru looked at the back of Mirai, who had once again lapped him and gracefully ran past him, and he was "moved" to tears.
"Wuwuwu~ Having such a good Big Brother, I'm truly so happy TT."
As he wiped away his "moved" tears, Gojo Satoru's speed decreased by an almost imperceptible amount.
Mahoraga: A flaw? w? I poke!
"Ouch!"
"Stop poking, Big Guy!"
"My butt is all torn up!"
He touched the injured area, and a trace of fresh red stained Gojo Satoru's palm.
Seeing this.
He immediately blacked out.
However... Mahoraga: A flaw? w? I poke again!
"Ah~"
"I poked!"
"I poked again!!"
"Big Guy!!!"
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!!!!"
For a moment.
On the rubber track.
The cries of "Only Because" rose and fell.
Joyful laughter was incessant.
Words of encouragement were deafening.
The dripping sweat was scorching hot.
Running in the sunset, that was their lost youth!