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

"Here, you can learn how to more effectively identify, track, and fight cursed spirits, and understand their habits and weaknesses, instead of just taking risks with enthusiasm and power that you haven't fully mastered yet."

He took a small step forward, his demeanor composed and focused.

"More importantly, you won't be alone here. You'll have companions, comrades you can rely on, and mentors to guide you. Hatred can be a driving force, but it shouldn't consume your entire life."

"At the college, you may find something worth protecting besides revenge, and other meanings in using this power."

Masamichi Yagami's invitation, compared to Gojo Satoru's unconventionality and Natsume's pragmatism, carried a sense of concern and guidance.

He did not overemphasize the benefits of higher vocational education, but instead pointed out the risks and limitations of Duanmu Yan's current situation and offered a seemingly more promising option.

Duanmu Yan remained silent, seemingly engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

About half a minute later, he raised his head again.

"...I understand, Teacher Moth. I'm willing to join the college to learn how to better...deal with cursed spirits. Please."

Chapter 12 Battle with Gojo Satoru

"very good."

The serious lines on Yagami Masamichi's face softened a little, and he nodded. "Then, from now on, you are a student at Tokyo Jujutsu High School. Someone will take you through the specific procedures and arrangements tomorrow. Get some rest tonight."

"Yay! That's awesome!"

As soon as Yae Masamichi finished speaking, Gojo Satoru cheered. He darted to Duanmu Yan's side and successfully wrapped his arm around Duanmu Yan's shoulder, grinning as he brought his face close.

"Welcome to the team, Duanmu! From now on, we're classmates!"

"Now that we're all on the same side, can you summon that armor so I can take a closer look? Just one look! I promise I won't touch it! ...Or just a light touch? It's really cool! Let me play with it... oh no, I mean, let me study it!"

boom!

A merciless "iron fist of love" landed precisely on Gojo Satoru's white head.

"Ouch!" Gojo Satoru immediately released Duanmu Yan, clutched his head, and squatted down dramatically. Although his shameless technique meant he wouldn't actually feel pain, he made a very convincing expression.

Masamichi Noi retracted his fist, a vein throbbing on his forehead. He glared at Gojo Satoru, who was squatting on the ground feigning pitifulness, and Natsumi Yuuki, who looked at him with an expression that said, "I knew this would happen." He then said in a deep voice:

"Hurry up and take Duanmu to his dorm to settle in! Stop fooling around here!"

"Yes, yes, yes~" Gojo Satoru pouted, stood up, rubbed his head which didn't hurt at all, and made a face at Yogami Masamichi.

"Come on, come on, future classmate, let me show you your future 'doghouse'... Ah, it's a cozy dorm!"

Xia Youjie sighed and followed.

Wu Tiaowu led Duanmu Yan through the college campus under the night sky. The stone-paved road was lined with ancient buildings and lush trees, giving it a secluded and idyllic feel.

"Look, this is it, the boys' dormitory." Gojo Satoru pointed to a wooden building that looked a bit old, speaking casually.

"The conditions are... so-so. The old folks are reluctant to spend money on renovations. As long as it's habitable and doesn't leak, that's fine. It has all the basics you need. If you don't have toiletries or anything like that, just tell me and I'll take you to the logistics department to get them."

He pushed open a slightly creaking sliding door, revealing a typical Japanese-style corridor. It was fairly clean, but it exuded a simple, practical feel that clashed with Gojo Satoru's flamboyant personality.

Duanmu Yan glanced at it and nodded: "Understood, thank you."

He wasn't picky about accommodations; he just needed a place to stay.

“However,” Gojo Satoru changed the subject, turning around. His azure eyes shone brightly in the dim light of the corridor, and a smile of eager anticipation graced his face.

"Before arranging your accommodation, there's something I'm extremely concerned about!"

Xia Youjie had followed us there at some point, leaning against the doorframe with an expression that was both knowing and somewhat helpless.

He already knew what Wu was going to say.

"Just how strong are you?" Gojo Satoru leaned closer to Duanmu Yan. "Although you took down that half-crippled quasi-Special Grade, how exactly you did it, how you used your curse power, your fighting style, and where your limits are... just watching the scene isn't enough."

"Hey, Duanmu, let's have a fight!"

Duanmu Yan looked at him but did not answer immediately.

Fight Gojo Satoru? Are you kidding me?

But he also knew that in the world of spellcasters, strength was the foundation for survival, as well as the basis for acquiring resources and the right to equal dialogue.

Without strength, one will only end up like Tiger Emperor at his weakest, easily manipulated by others.

A test, one that couldn't be avoided.

Moreover, he also wanted to experience for himself just how strong the "strongest" really was.

"Right here?" Duanmu Yan asked calmly.

"Of course not!" Seeing that Duanmu Yan agreed, Wu Tiao Wu was very happy and waved his hand.

"Here's the training ground! It's spacious, you can do whatever you want! Don't hold back, just go all out!"

He smiled brightly, his tone brimming with absolute confidence, "I'd also like to see just how powerful your impressive armor really is!"

Xia Youjie also spoke up: "Consider this part of the entrance test, Duanmu-jun. It will give us a more intuitive understanding of your abilities and help with the subsequent training arrangements."

His reasons sounded very official, but his interest was no less than that of Gojo Satoru.

Duanmu Yan was silent for two seconds, then nodded: "Okay."

The training ground of the college is located in an open area, surrounded by a powerful barrier to prevent the leakage of magical power and impact.

It was nearly evening, and the place was deserted, with only a few large lights illuminating the area as bright as day.

Gojo Satoru was already standing in the center of the field with great interest, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted slightly, his gaze behind his sunglasses fixed on Duanmu Yan, urging, "Hurry up! Let me see!"

Xia Youjie stood at the edge of the barrier, arms crossed, ready to observe and prevent Wu from going too far.

Duanmu Yan walked to a spot about twenty meters away from Wutiao Wu and stopped.

Without a word, he activated the summoner hidden at his waist and inserted the red energy key.

"Flame Nava, absorb the power of the raging flames, combine!"

A burst of red light erupted, and a surge of scorching energy swept across the body, instantly enveloping the entire body in crimson and silver-gray armor.

The Nava Armor makes its reappearance.

"Wow! It looks even cooler at night!"

Gojo Satoru whistled, and Rokugan was already operating at full power, greedily analyzing all the information about the armor in front of him.

"The flow of cursed power... is completely contained within the armor, forming a self-contained cycle with almost no leakage on the outside. Such high energy utilization! The material... wait? It's not just a simple substance; it's a highly condensed and shaped mixture of cursed power and some kind of 'concept'?"

"Defense structure... Wow, this joint design is interesting! Is the energy core in the chest? The temperature is continuously rising..."

He rattled off a long string of analyses, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Can we begin?" Duanmu Yan's voice, transmitted through the armor, interrupted his self-talk.

There can be no carelessness when facing Gojo Satoru.

"Of course! Come on! Don't hold back!" Gojo Satoru waved with a grin, still maintaining his relaxed posture with his hands in his pockets, as if he were facing not a battle, but a demonstration.

Duanmu Yan didn't stand on ceremony, knowing full well that testing such a monster was pointless.

He pushed off with his foot, the ground trembled slightly, and his crimson figure surged forward in an instant!

He went all out, leaving a blurry afterimage. His right fist was clenched, and the crystals on his arm armor shimmered. He delivered a straight punch, simple yet powerful, imbued with strong magical energy and intense heat, towards Gojo Satoru's smiling face!

Blazing Attack!

The fist tore through the air, sending a scorching shockwave through it.

Gojo Satoru's smile remained unchanged, and he didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.

hum.

Duanmu Yan's determined punch stopped abruptly less than a centimeter from Gojo Satoru's face!

It was as if it had struck an invisible, intangible, yet indestructible infinite wall!

The scorching spell power and high temperature attached to the fist were blocked by an extremely thin layer of "infinity" that contained infinite mysteries, preventing it from advancing even an inch!

"A technique with no limits..."

Chapter 13 Gojo Enlightenment

Duanmu Yan felt a chill run down his spine.

Seeing and experiencing it firsthand is far more impactful than watching anime. Conceptual skills are the hardest to master, and the "no-holds-barred" technique is precisely that kind of cheating skill.

Unless he possesses a skill like Sukuna's that can break through space.

"Not bad, quite fast, and the power is concentrated enough. The spell power is very hot, with 'burning' and 'purifying' properties, huh?"

Gojo Satoru still had time to comment. He tilted his head back slightly to avoid the force of the punch, but he was still within the protection of "Infinity".

"However, this kind of straightforward attack won't work on me. Come on, come on! Use something even more powerful!"

Duanmu Yan withdrew his fist, took half a step back, and without any pause, crossed his arms in front of his body. The crystals on his gauntlets suddenly burst out with a dazzling red light!

"Molten Spiral Fist!"

Two blazing spiral pillars of flame roared out, no longer in a straight line, but with intense rotation and tracking, attacking Gojo Satoru from the left and right! The high temperature distorted the air in its path, and the training ground was scorched by the aftershocks.

"Huh? This move looks interesting!" Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up, and he finally took one hand out of his pocket and casually swung it forward.

“Azure”.

In front of his fingertips, space slightly collapsed, forming a tiny, distorted point that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

The two incredibly powerful spiral flame pillars, as they approached that "point," seemed to be drawn by an invisible black hole. Their rotational trajectories were forcibly distorted, and they ultimately deviated from their target, grazing Gojo Satoru's body on both sides and slamming into the barrier behind him, exploding into two dazzling bursts of sparks. The barrier's light curtain rippled violently.

"The spell power output is very stable, the skill completion rate is very high, and the spiral attribute of the flames increases the penetration and control. Not bad at all!"

Gojo Satoru continued to provide on-site commentary, even clapping his hands. "However, your resistance to spatial interference seems average? Or perhaps you haven't reached the point where you can influence space?"

Duanmu Yan remained silent, and his figure moved again.

He no longer pursued a long-range, decisive strike, but instead poured his blazing curse power into his entire body, increasing the speed of his armor and allowing him to move at high speed around Gojo Satoru.

He would sometimes close in and throw punches and kicks, his fists and feet carrying condensed molten flames, and he even tried to use a high-temperature field to disrupt the spatial stability around Gojo Satoru.

His attacks were swift, fluid, and highly practical, with no unnecessary movements. Every strike was aimed at vital points, making full use of the speed, power, and fire properties granted by his armor.

The combination of his pre-transmigration combat experience and the armor's combat instincts has created a highly efficient fighting style.