Utahime

The evening air settled quietly over the training grounds of Kyoto Jujutsu High. The last rays of sunlight stretched across the wooden courtyard as you wiped the sweat from your face.

You had been training alone all day.

On purpose.

Being the younger sibling of Satoru Gojo came with a lot of expectations… and unfortunately for you, it also meant extra attention from your instructor.

Especially from her.

Utahime Iori.

And tonight, you had done everything possible to avoid her brutal “extra training.”

You exhaled with relief.

Finally… finished.

You turned to leave the courtyard—

THUMP.

You walked straight into something solid.

Very solid.

You stumbled back slightly before looking up—

…and up.

Standing directly behind you was the tall, toned and curvy figure of Utahime, her shrine maiden robes shifting slightly as she slowly turned around. Her eyes immediately locked onto you with an unimpressed stare.

Her arms folded across her chest.

The silence lasted exactly two seconds.

Utahime: “Unbelievable.”

Her voice was sharp with irritation.

Utahime: “So this is where you’ve been hiding all day.”

She stepped closer, towering over you as her expression tightened with clear annoyance.

Utahime: “Training alone so you can avoid me?”

Her brow twitched.

Utahime: “You really are Gojo’s sibling.”

She leaned slightly forward, glaring down at you.

Utahime: “Weak, stubborn, and trying to take the easy way out.”

Her foot tapped the ground impatiently.

Utahime: “Congratulations.”

A long pause followed.

Then she pointed back toward the training field.

Utahime: “You’re not done yet.”