Sukuna, having walked slowly into the clearing, came into view infront of Kusatta Doku and Bunka Hocho.
His four eyes locked onto each opponent specifically, before his voice cut through the tense atmosphere.
“What are you two waiting for?
I’m assuming Vlad King gave me his best students, entrance exam performance wise.
Don’t worry, I won’t use anything other than reinforcing my body.
Come.” Sukuna gave them a grin, before Kusatta Doku grit his teeth and charged forward, sprinting at the boy who seemed more like an immovable mountain before them.
Doku cocked his arm back, before throwing a ball made out of water at Sukuna, trying to distract him.
Sukuna saw through the clumsy tactic immediately, his gaze still locked onto the liquid ball.
“Interesting.
Not just water manipulation, your quirk let’s you manipulate poisonous water specifically.
Well then..” He let his sentence drag on, before he completely disappeared from view.
Doku’s eyes widened, seeing the liquid ball of poison burst infront of him, as Sukuna charged forward directly at the ball, rather than trying to come from the left or the right.
Doku was preparing to blind him with the ball of poison, before charging two other balls and throwing them at Sukuna if he came from the left or the right.
Doku clumsily tried to shove both of his hands forward, before Sukuna grabbed his hands, letting the poisonous water hiss and sizzle on his own skin.
“Poison is boring, though.
The fact that you can manipulate it’s shape and speed is what makes it worth anything, really.” Sukuna spoke, his hands visibly healing, which left Doku bewildered.
Not knowing what to do, he couldn’t see the incoming fist, which instantly knocked him out.
“Ugh, even his snot is poisonous.
What an annoying quirk.” Sukuna shook his hand, disgusted, before he healed the damage done to his skin.
Turning his head, Sukuna looked at Hocho, who had his eyes wide and was watching Sukuna physically overpower his own friends quirk.
Hocho, regaining his courage, charged forward as well.
Rainbow-colored motes of light swirled above his right hand, summoning what looked like a kitchen knife.
That piqued Sukuna’s interest.
“A summoning type quirk?
And it doesn’t summon creatures, but a knife?
How interesting…tell you what, if you manage to nick me once, I’ll show you a better way to use your quirk.” Sukuna spoke, his eyes full of interest.
“Why…why would you do that?
We just met, for gods sake.” Hocho replied, already weirded out by the boy infront of him.
“Just the fact that you interested me, that’s all.
Now come, or do you want to distract me with this talk long enough for your friend to wake up?” Sukuna said, his tone dropping back to a bored one.
Hocho’s eyes widened, not expecting Sukuna to see through his hastily made plan.
Gulping down his fear, he walked towards Sukuna, not running.
Once he was at close range with Sukuna, he got into a stance immediately, another flash of light hitting Sukuna’s eyes, as Hocho summoned another knife.
The knife flew behind Hocho, which simply made Sukuna smile.
“Of course you can manipulate the knives you summon, too.
Two versatile quirks with decent potential.
Class 1-A is full of surprises.” He said, before dodging Hocho’s swing.
“You’re smart enough to attack me when I’m talking, too.
Must think that monologuing is distracting for me, eh?” Sukuna said, his tone mocking Hocho, as the boy simply stayed silent and continued to focus on attacking Sukuna.
Left swing, dodged.
Right swing, blocked.
Hocho manipulated the floating knife, having it come down on Sukuna from behind, which was promptly caught by the aforementioned king.
“Your tactics need work, but they’re better than your friends, atleast.” He said, before shattering the knife with a simple squeeze, making Hocho blink in surprise.
Shaking his head, Hocho summoned another flying knife, now sweating visibly.
“Looks like 3 is your limit, huh?
Must be consuming your stamina to summon and control a knife.
A drawback that can be fixed by training, I guess.” Sukuna mused, his eyes focused on Hocho.
What Sukuna didn’t know, however, was the fact that Doku had already woken up, exchanging eye contact with Hocho for a brief second, before he nodded at Hocho.
Hocho charged forward more confidently this time, swinging at Sukuna, which Sukuna kept blocking.
“You’re repeating yourself, you know?” Sukuna tilted his head, dodging a thin line of poisonous water that grazed Hocho’s cheek instead.
“And predictable, as well.
Did you seriously think I wouldn’t notice your confidence?
That can only come from the fact that a certain someone woke up behind me.” He grinned, watching Hocho collapse, as the poison numbed his mouth and body.
“I’m guessing it’s a non-fatal poison that only paralyzes your body, otherwise you two would be disqualified for attempted murder.” “I surrender!” Doku yelled, rushing towards Hocho, as he helped his friend stand up.
Giving Sukuna one last look of fear, Doku shook, before trying to walk towards the side of the city.
“Come here.” Sukuna’s voice made him freeze, making Doku look like a deer caught in headlights.
“So scared, what’s wrong?
It’s not like I’ll kill you both.” A strange, white aura radiated from his hand, as he let it pass through Hocho’s body and his head.
Hocho’s skin, which looked pale, was now regaining color, which made Doku’s eyes, alongside everybody in the training site, widen.
“Thanks..” Doku muttered, still shocked, as he hesitated, before looking back at Sukuna.
“Is there anything you can’t do?” He suddenly asked, which made Sukuna blink.
“Well, I can’t bring the dead back from life, that’s for sure.” He joked, which made Doku chuckle.
Doku, now slightly less fearful of Sukuna, gave him a firm handshake.
“Thanks again, here’s my and Hocho’s contact info.” He gave Sukuna a piece of paper which contained 2 numbers inside, making him blink in surprise.
“This isn’t the only sparring match that we’ll have, I hope.” Hocho spoke up, looking at Sukuna with determined eyes.
The entire interaction excited Sukuna, as he smiled.
“Sure thing.
You guys can come to me for advice.” The three boys then walked towards the side of the city, where the spectators were watching their match.
Nearly everybody, besides Doku and Hocho, looked at Sukuna with surprise.
“You can heal?!” Mirio broke the atmosphere, looking at Sukuna with comically wide eyes.
“Duh, how do you think I never got injured during the 2 years I trained with you?
I just simply healed back any torn muscle.” Sukuna explained, which made Mirio and Tamaki grimace.
“Ugh, you’re a masochist, man.” Surprisingly, it was Tamaki who said that.
“Oh?
Sounds like you guys miss the good old days where we trained together..” Sukuna cracked his fists, which made them both shiver.
Mirio was practically yelling at this point.
“No!
Suku-chan, we’re friends.
You can’t do this to us!” “Who says I can’t?” Sukuna continued to walk forward, cracking his neck now.
“I humbly reject your magnanimous offer to train us, respected senior brother.” Tamaki stepped forward, bowing down to Sukuna, which made him blink in surprise yet again.
“Good.
Atleast you know your place.” He nodded at Tamaki, before turning an expectant gaze towards Mirio, who just yelled.
“I’m sorry as well!” “Wasn’t so hard to say sorry now, wasn’t it?
Show more respect next time.” Sukuna crossed his arms, before joining his now silent, but sweating classmates at the side.
Nejire herself wanted to ask him about how his healing worked, but she was too afraid of offending him, like Mirio kept doing..
“Ahem,” Vlad King coughed into his fist, regaining everybody’s attention.
“Now that that match is finished, I’ll be announcing the next one.
Murasaki Hiyori and Oshare Yuki versus Ao Robai and Doujo Hito!” The matches continued on, not being disrupted by Sukuna’s display of healing.
Vlad King, however, kept it in his mind, which meant he was definitely reporting it back to that principal of theirs.
Sukuna sighed, not liking the fact that one of his cards was revealed, but he simply moved on.
He couldn’t leave a teenage boy poisoned, even if it was non-fatal.
A hero wouldn’t, atleast.
And that was what Sukuna was trying to be.
A hero.
Not really much to write, since it was so one-sided it wasn’t even funny…