Silly author note: BREAKING NEWS: Heavenly Restriction Confirmed To Increase Physical Stats, but Not Parenting Stats.
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The walk to Harajuku was exactly as chaotic as you'd expect.
Gojo led the way, somehow making a casual stroll through Tokyo look like a fashion photoshoot. Yuji bounced along beside him, pointing at every store, every person, every pigeon that dared exist within his line of sight. Megumi trailed behind with the energy of someone being forced to attend a family reunion.
Shinra brought up the rear, still processing the fact that he'd spent his morning getting absolutely demolished by Maki Zenin and somehow ended up on top of her.
You're thinking about it again.
I'm not.
You're thinking about how she felt. How warm she was. How
I will find a way to delete you from existence.
You can't. I'm eternal. I'm also very entertained right now.
Before Shinra could formulate a response that wasn't just screaming, a blue screen materialized in front of his face.
DING!
[REWARD DELIVERY: The Heavyweight Rematch]
Item: Flowing Water, Crushing Rock (Bang's Style)
Description: martial arts style from the One Punch Man universe. Focuses on redirection, flow, and efficient movement, but not it's full potential.
Status: Downloading...
Shinra stumbled mid-step.
Information flooded his brain not like learning, but like remembering. Suddenly he understood how to shift his weight, how to redirect momentum, how to flow around attacks instead of just tanking them. His body twitched through micro-movements, muscle memory forming in real-time.
What the
Took me a while to pick this, ROB said, sounding pleased with himself. You needed a fighting style. Badly. Before this, you were just Yuji's body with Haki tank hits, punch hard, repeat. Effective, but garbage technique.
Shinra flexed his fingers. They moved differently now. More precise.
Flowing Water, Crushing Rock, he thought. Bang's style. From One Punch Man.
The one and only. Solves like three of your problems at once.
Shinra thought about it. About his fights so far. About how he'd just powered through everything instead of actually fighting.
Problem one: You tank hits you shouldn't take. Now you redirect them. Someone swings at you? You flow around it, use their momentum against them. Nanami's blunt force? Todo's swapping shenanigans? You can handle it.
Problem two: Your CE control is trash. You've got Yuta-level reserves but zero finesse. You're wasting like 30-40% of your energy just by letting it leak. This style teaches you to treat CE like water condense it, control it, use exactly what you need.
Problem three: You had no identity. Just "guy who punches hard." Now you have style. Flair. Technique.
Shinra kept walking, but his mind was racing. He could feel it the difference already. The way his feet placed themselves more precisely. The way his breathing had shifted. The way he could sense openings he hadn't noticed before.
This is insane..
No wonder why sukuna was saying that he didn't had any technique.
You're welcome. Now pay attention we're here, and your future wife is about to make an entrance.
Shinra's head snapped up, WTF?.
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Harajuku was packed.
The famous intersection swarmed with people tourists, locals, cosplayers, scouts hunting for the next big model. The afternoon sun beat down, and the noise level was exactly what you'd expect from one of Tokyo's busiest districts.
Gojo stopped in the middle of it all, spinning dramatically.
"Alright, children! Our newest first-year is around here somewhere. She's from the countryside, so she might be a little... overwhelmed."
"From the countryside?" Yuji's eyes lit up. "Like, farms and stuff? Does she know how to milk a cow?"
"Yuji." Megumi's voice was tired. "Why would that matter?"
"I'm just asking questions!"
"You're always asking questions."
"Because I'm curious!"
Shinra ignored them. His eyes were already scanning the crowd, looking for
There.
A girl stood near a storefront, surrounded by what looked like scouting agents. She was dressed in clothes that screamed "I just got to the city and I'm ready to conquer it." Brown boots. A skirt. A top that showed off her shoulders. And her hair that iconic orange, pulled back in a way that framed her face perfectly.
Nobara Kugisaki.
She was currently pointing a hammer at one of the scouts, looking absolutely unbothered by the fact that she was threatening a stranger in the middle of Tokyo.
"Hey! You three!"
She'd spotted them. Of course she had. Nobara Kugisaki didn't wait for introductions she made them.
She marched over, hammer still in hand, eyes scanning the group like she was sizing up competition.
First, Yuji. Her eyes passed over him. "Idiot face."
Then Megumi. "Emo vibe. Probably broods in corners."
Then Shinra.
She paused.
Her eyes narrowed. Studied him. Lingered.
"And who are you?" Her voice was sharp, assessing. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Or like you're trying to calculate my bra size. Gross."
DING!
[MISSION: Roast Battle]
Objective: Roast Nobara Kugisaki. Make it count.
Reward: Mystery Loot Box
Loot boxes? Shinra thought. You have loot boxes?
Multiverse gacha, baby. Could be anything. A power, a item, a cursed tool, a coupon for one free backrub from a certified Himbo. Who knows?
And if I don't do it?
Then you don't get a loot box. Simple as that. But also I'll be disappointed. And you know what happens when I'm disappointed.
"Rent-a-Girlfriend?" shinra asked.
Neh I think I'll send you AOT without any powers.
Alright alright I'll do it.
Shinra looked at Nobara. At her narrowed eyes. At her raised hammer. At the absolute confidence radiating off her like heat from a stove.
He didn't miss a beat.
"Actually, I was just wondering if you always use that much product to get your hair that shade of orange, or if the country air in Morioka just naturally fries it."
The silence was deafening.
Yuji's jaw dropped. His brain visibly short-circuited.
Megumi... MEGUMI actually took a step back. His eyes went wide. For once, Potential Man looked genuinely shocked.
Nobara's face went red.
Not pink. Not flushed. Red. The color of a tomato that just witnessed a murder.
"Listen here, you city-slicker BRAT!" She swung her hammer, stopping just short of his face. "I'm a PROFESSIONAL! I'm BEAUTIFUL! And I will hammer a nail through your forehead so fast your grandkids will feel it!"
Shinra grinned.
It was the grin of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.
"I like her," he said, glancing at Gojo. "She's got that 'I'll die for my pride' energy. Very entertaining."
Gojo's smile widened behind his blindfold. "Right? I have excellent taste in students."
"I HATE BOTH OF YOU!" Nobara screamed.
DING!
[MISSION COMPLETE: Roast Battle]
Reward: Mystery Loot Box (Available to open)
DING!
[LOOT BOX OPENING...]
Item: Inventory Ring (Unique Grade)
Description: A sleek black ring containing a private pocket dimension. Stores items without weight or bulk. Cleaner than Toji's worm. Perfect for cursed tools, snacks, and fraud evidence.
Status: Equipped
Shinra felt the ring materialize on his finger cold for a second, then warm, then invisible. He could sense the space inside. Empty. Waiting.
Oh, this is nice.
Right? No more carrying stuff like a peasant. Just suck it in and go.
Nobara was still fuming, but before she could continue her tirade, Gojo clapped his hands.
"Alright, introductions later! We've got a test to run!"
He pointed toward a building in the distance. Abandoned. Sealed. Absolutely radiating cursed energy.
"That building's infested with curses. Nothing too crazy fly-heads, maybe a decent Grade 2 at the top. Your job? Go in, clear it out, and don't die."
Yuji cracked his knuckles. "Finally! Something fun!"
Nobara hefted her hammer. "About time. I didn't come all the way to Tokyo to not hit things."
DING!
[MISSION: The Kugisaki Speedrun]
Objective: Clear the Roppongi building before Nobara Kugisaki uses a single nail.
Reward: Senzu Bean (Full heal, one use)
[BONUS MISSION: ]
Objective: Make Nobara admit you're "cool."
Reward: Mystery Loot Box
[FAILURE PENALTY: Third Person Narration]
Description: For 24 hours, you must narrate everything you do in the third person like a cringey shonen protagonist. "Shinra woke up. Shinra ate breakfast. Shinra wondered why his life had come to this."
Shinra stared at the screen.
Absolutely not.
Then don't fail.
Gojo was watching him. That blindfolded stare that saw everything.
"And you, Shinra-kun?" His voice was light, curious. "You going to watch, or are you going to show our new girl what a 'prodigy' looks like?"
Shinra cracked his neck.
"I've got a speedrun record to set."
He blurred into the building.
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Inside, Nobara was just squaring up with her first curse.
The room was dark, debris scattered everywhere. A kid huddled in the corner hostage, probably, left as bait. And looming over him was a curse. Not huge, but nasty. All teeth and too many limbs.
Nobara had her hammer out. Her nail was positioned. Her eyes were fierce.
"Don't move, you ugly"
BOOM.
The wall next to the curse didn't just break. It evaporated.
Debris exploded outward. Dust filled the room. And through it, moving so fast he was almost invisible, came Shinra.
His fist was black.
Not shadow black. Metallic black. Armament Haki coating his knuckles like armor, like a weapon, like something that had no business being this deadly.
He passed the curse in a blur.
One moment, he was in front of it. The next, he was behind it, one hand extended, fingers curved like a blade.
The curse's head separated from its body.
It didn't scream. Didn't struggle. It just... dissolved. Armament Haki let him strike the true form, the soul, the existence of the curse. It didn't stand a chance.
Shinra caught the kid before he hit the ground.
Set him down gently. Checked his pulse. Alive. Unconscious, but alive.
He turned to Nobara.
She was standing there with her hammer raised, mouth open, eyes wide, absolutely bewildered.
"You're late," Shinra said, checking an invisible watch. "Building's clear. Got the rest of the fly-heads on the way up."
Nobara blinked.
Then her face twisted into pure, incandescent fury.
"YOU STEALER!" She stormed toward him, hammer waving. "That was MY kill! I was doing a cool monologue! I was showing off my resolve! You can't just just BLUR in and and"
"Resolve is great." Shinra shrugged, walking past her toward the exit. "But results are faster."
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"
He paused at the door. Glanced back.
"Besides." His voice was casual. Almost bored. "You're too pretty to be getting dust in your hair in a dump like this."
Nobara stopped mid-rant.
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
Nothing came out.
Shinra walked out.
Behind him, Nobara stood frozen, hammer slowly lowering, a faint red creeping up her neck.
DING!
[MISSION PROGRESS: 90%]
Note: She's angry. Her heart rate just spiked. Why are you rizzing her up mid-speedrun? This is chaotic. I love it.
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They emerged from the building to sunshine and Yuji's enthusiastic cheering.
"THAT WAS AMAZING! Shinra, you're so fast! How are you so fast? Can you teach me to be fast? I want to be fast!"
Megumi was leaning against a wall, arms crossed, expression carefully blank. But his eyes tracked Shinra with a new kind of intensity. Like he was reevaluating everything he thought he knew.
Gojo was leaning against his car.
Not just any car. A Lamborghini SVJ. Matte black. Aggressive lines. The kind of car that cost more than most people's houses.
Shinra stared at it.
Bro has a Lamborghini.
He's Gojo. What did you expect? A Toyota Corolla?
I want one.
Then earn one. Or steal one. I don't judge.
Nobara stomped out behind Shinra, still red-faced, still furious, still absolutely vibrating with the need to hit something.
"So!" Gojo pushed off his car. "How was the teamwork?"
"TERRIBLE!" Nobara pointed at Shinra. "He's a show-off! A JERK! And his fashion sense is MID!"
Shinra raised an eyebrow.
"But?" he prompted.
Nobara's mouth snapped shut. Her eyes darted away. Her ears her ears turned pink.
"...But he's not a total loser," she muttered. "I guess he's... okay."
"Louder?"
"I WILL HAMMER YOU."
"Whatever." Shinra smiled. "Food? I want sushi."
DING!
[MISSION COMPLETE: The Kugisaki Speedrun]
Reward: Senzu Bean (Stored in Inventory Ring)
DING!
[BONUS MISSION COMPLETE: Rizz or Run]
Reward: Mystery Loot Box (Opening...)
[LOOT BOX OPENING...]
Item: Akatsuki Cloak (Legendary Grade)
Description: The iconic red-and-black cloak from the Akatsuki organization. Provides 50% more drip. No stat bonuses. Just style.
Status: Stored in Inventory Ring
Shinra blinked.
A cloak.
A legendary drip cloak.
You're telling me I just got a cosmetic.
Not just any cosmetic. THE cosmetic. You wear that tomorrow and everyone's gonna stare. Maki's gonna stare. Nobara's gonna stare. Even Gojo might be jealous.
Shinra thought about it. About walking into Jujutsu High wearing Akatsuki robes. About the looks. About the questions.
...Yeah, okay. I'm wearing this tomorrow.
He slipped the ring's contents into the invisible storage and followed the group toward the nearest sushi place.
Yuji was already planning his order. Megumi was already regretting everything. Nobara was still shooting death glares that occasionally flickered into something else.
And Gojo?
Gojo was watching Shinra with that knowing smile. The smile of someone who'd just watched a variable enter his equation and was very, very curious how it would change things.
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The sushi place was loud.
Yuji ordered everything on the menu because Of course the one and only Goatgo was covering the bill. Nobara argued with him about sharing. Megumi stared into the middle distance like he was calculating the exact moment his suffering would end.
Shinra ate his sushi and thought about the day.
Flowing Water, Crushing Rock. A fighting style that would change everything.
A ring that could store anything.
A senzu bean that could heal anything.
A cloak that was absolutely ridiculous and he was definitely wearing tomorrow.
And Nobara Kugisaki, who was currently trying to steal his wasabi and failing miserably.
Not bad, he thought. Not bad at all.
Shinra looked at Yuji, laughing with his mouth full. At Megumi, almost smiling despite himself. At Nobara, fierce and proud and alive.
He grabbed another piece of sushi and let himself enjoy the moment.
Later, the real work would start.
But tonight?
Tonight, he was just another first-year, eating dinner with his new classmates, pretending the future wasn't already written.
[END CHAPTER 6]
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