Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

"I really miss all the little things we did together. Do you remember that time in Okinawa when Riko splashed water all over my face and my glasses were all askew?"

"I remember. You chased after her with a sea cucumber, and in the end, Duanmu pressed you into the sand."

Xia Youjie sat down cross-legged next to him, casually tucking the hair that had been blown in front of him behind his ear. "That period was really relaxing. Although the mission was to protect the asteroid, I could see the sea every day and soak in hot springs at night."

“Yes. Back then, the three of us squeezed into one room. I caught Wu sneaking a cream puff in the middle of the night, and he insisted that it was a mouse that had bitten him,” Duanmu Yan said.

“Those were real rats! Didn’t we catch one later?” Gojo Satoru retorted.

"Wasn't that rat something you deliberately caught from somewhere else?" Xia Youjie added gently, confirming the fact.

Shoko leaned against the tree for a while, took the unlit cigarette out of her mouth, and slowly said, "The three of you used to argue, and you're still arguing now. Haven't you improved at all?"

Wu Tiao Wu immediately pointed at Xia Youjie and Duanmu Yan: "They started it first!"

Xia Youjie and Duanmu Yan said almost simultaneously, "You were the one who brought up Okinawa first."

Shoko shook her head and put the cigarette back in her mouth.

These three guys are almost 30 years old, but when you meet them they still act like a bunch of immature kids.

They're all incredibly skilled in battle, but when they meet, they turn into complete idiots.

I really want to study their brains.

Three people: Scared~

Nanami and Haibara walked up the stone steps.

Haibara was holding two cups of hot coffee. She handed one to Nanami and kept the other for herself. When she saw the group of people on the hilltop behind the mountain, she quickened her pace: "The seniors are all here!"

Nanami followed behind him, still sporting that typical corporate slave expression. Perhaps because Sukuna had been completely dealt with, his expression was much more relaxed than usual.

"Haibara said she wanted to come and report on yesterday's mission to Senior Duanmu. I said it was a day off today and I didn't need to report, but she said she still wanted to come and say hello."

Nanami adjusted her glasses. "I was dragged here."

Duanmu Yan smiled and said, "We'll talk about the report tomorrow. Everyone says the battle is over and we should all rest for a few days."

Haibara scratched the back of her head and smiled sheepishly: "Actually, I don't have much to report. I just wanted to come and see you, senior. Yesterday's battle was so exciting that I couldn't sleep all night."

"Oh, right, I also brought some cookies. Would you like some, senior?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head. "Sweet?"

Haibara nodded.

Gojo Satoru instantly controlled gravity to grab the biscuits, then casually divided them between the two people next to him, keeping half for himself.

Xia Youjie shook his head helplessly.

Duanmu Yan was putting a biscuit into his mouth when he suddenly felt his other hand being gently held.

He looked up and saw that Riko had walked up to him at some point and was looking down at him.

She was wearing that familiar white sweater, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, sunlight streaming in from behind, gilding the edges of her hair with a pale gold sheen.

"My hands are cold," she said.

"Just came out of the dormitory?" He moved aside, making room for half a patch of grass.

She sat down on the grass, without letting go of his hand, but changed her position and intertwined her fingers. Then she placed his hand on her knee and covered it with the palm of her other hand to warm it.

"I couldn't sleep, and when I woke up I saw you weren't there, so I thought I'd go for a walk. I went to the playground and asked Huzhang, and he said you were up there. When I came up, I saw you were all there."

Chapter 315 The Battle Between Two

While the group of students upstairs was chatting, the remaining students gradually came up as well.

Hu Zhang was the first to rush up the mountain, and he was so out of breath that he bent over when he reached the top.

"Ha~ Duanmu-sensei, Wutiao-sensei, you're resting here and you didn't even call me!"

Wild Rose followed closely behind, leaping forward as soon as her foot touched the grass: "Fu Hei! You actually got here before me!"

“When I arrived, you were still halfway up the mountain,” Fushiguro Megumi replied expressionlessly.

Gojo Satoru: "Oh dear, actually, Ame flew up here!"

Snapped!

Gojo Satoru now had a handkerchief on his head with the character "惠" (hui) written on it.

"Noisy!"

No sooner had Fushiguro finished speaking than Itadori pounced on her from behind, causing her to stagger forward two steps. Before she could regain her balance, Wild Rose grabbed her sleeve.

The three of them rolled around on the grass. Hui's head was covered in grass clippings. She struggled to reach out a hand between the two of them, trying to ask Maki for help.

Maki crossed her arms and looked down at him condescendingly: "Take care of your own problems."

Fushiguro Megumi's hand fell limply to her side.

Mayu found a shady spot next to Maki and sat down. She took out a box of cookies from her pocket and slowly opened it.

Yuta sat not far away, hugging his knees as he watched the three little ones rolling around on the grass, a faint smile on his lips.

The panda lay down on the grass with its massive body and let out a satisfied sigh. Dog Roll lay down next to it, closed its eyes, and made a few unintelligible gurgling sounds in its throat.

Zhang Xiang remained seated, watching Hu Zhang get up from the ground and fall back down.

"Let's take a picture." Wild Rose suddenly sat up from the grass, several blades of grass still stuck in her hair, and an excited smile on her face.

"With such great weather and everyone here, it would be a shame not to take pictures."

Gojo Satoru immediately perked up and jumped up: "That's a great suggestion! I'll be the cameraman!"

Xia Youjie said gently, "Every time you take a picture, you put yourself right in the center and then make it blurry. Let's have someone else this time."

Shoko added coolly from the tree, "Ijichi, is Ijichi there?"

Yi Dizhi had already stood on the edge of the hillside at some point, holding a folder in her hand. Upon hearing this, she pushed up her glasses and said, "I'm here. As for the camera, I have one in my office. I'll go get it."

"No need, we've arrived."

Gojo Satoru suddenly found himself holding an old-fashioned digital camera, which he then tossed to Iji Tomo.

As Duanmu Yan watched Yi Dizhi adjusting the camera with his head down, he inexplicably recalled some things from long ago.

He remembered the morning he first woke up in his college dormitory, when the sunlight outside the window was just as beautiful.

I remember the first time I fought with Wu, I remember standing alone in the white void of the Hongxing Palace facing Tianyuan, I remember the day the Federation was founded when he sat on the platform with hundreds of people below looking at him.

Twelve years. From a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy to the chairman of the Spellcaster Association, he went from a novice to the strongest modern sorcerer to defeat Sukuna.

He glanced at Megumi, who was struggling on the grass, pinned down by Japanese knotweed and wild roses; at Shoko, leaning against a tree with an unlit cigarette in her mouth; at Yuta, who was whispering something to Shoko; at Maki, who had been caught stealing a cookie from Mai's hand; and then at Riko, who was sitting next to him.

Riko felt his gaze, turned her head and smiled at him.

She was still warming his hands.

He suddenly realized that this was probably the meaning of time travel.

Ichichi set up the camera, spent ages adjusting the timer, and then hurriedly ran to the edge of the crowd. "Three, two, one..."

The timer's red light started flashing, and he quickly ran into the crowd.

The shutter clicked, and Duanmu Yan thought that this photo would probably be pinned to the wall of the Federation's meeting room, along with those old group photos that had gathered dust.

But in that photo, he wasn't the president of the federation, the strongest in modern times, or held any title.

But Duanmu Yan... this most ordinary, yet most extraordinary identity.

A moment later, Gojo Satoru stood up from the grass and patted the grass clippings off his pants.

He pushed his sunglasses up to his forehead, his blue eyes shining brightly in the morning light, and a smug smile that everyone knew all too well hung on his lips. But this time, something beneath that smile was different from usual.

"Now that the King of Curses has been dealt with... it's time for things to settle between the two of us."

The surrounding sounds fell silent in that instant.

Duanmu Yan also stood up, nodded, and said gently, "You must have been looking forward to this for a long time."

"Ah... I'm so excited." Gojo Satoru grinned, but his usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced by a suppressed excitement.

He had wanted to test the quality of Duanmu's ultimate armor for a long time.

Itachi was the first to react, springing up from the grass. He looked at Gojo Satoru and then at Duanmu Yan, his mouth opening and closing several times before he finally managed to utter, "Wait, wait a minute! Teacher, what are you talking about? What do you mean by 'finalized'? Didn't you just finish fighting Sukuna? Why are you fighting again?"

Wild Rose stood up as well, nearly dropping her drink can: "You guys aren't serious, are you? Are you going to start a fight now?"

Others also expressed their surprise and offered their advice.

Xia Youjie and Glass did not move.

They both knew this day was coming. In fact, they were already pleasantly surprised that the decision on who was superior had been delayed until now.

In Xia Youjie's mind, the two of them should find a secluded place to fight after graduating from junior college. However, the affairs of the Federation came one after another, and cursed spirits came one after another. This fight was delayed from the age of eighteen to the age of twenty-eight.

Yuta stood up from the grass, his hand gripping the knife clenching slightly, but he quickly relaxed it.

He looked at Duanmu Yan, then at Wutiao Wu, and finally asked only one question: "Is it just a friendly spar?"

Gojo Satoru walked up to Yuta and reached out to pat him on the head.

"It's just a friendly spar. At most, we'll get a few injuries, but there's no danger to our lives. We both know our limits."

He withdrew his hand and looked at Duanmu Yan again. "Right?"

“Yes.” Duanmu Yan also stood up, his gaze sweeping over the group of students in front of him who were clearly still in shock.

"It's not a life-or-death battle. It's just a friendly sparring match that we've been waiting for for too long. We'll be back after it's over. You don't need to worry too much... Wu is easier to deal with than Su Nuo."

"Don't talk big," Gojo Satoru interjected from the side.

"you shut up."

One by one, the students quieted down.

They knew they couldn't stop these two people, just as they couldn't stop the sun from rising in the east.

Chapter 316 The music continues, the dance continues.

Gojo Satoru patted his chest, "When I win, I'll have Duanmu treat everyone to my favorite Xijiufu."