"If my uniform includes a miniskirt I am leaving even if I have to rederive curse exorcism by first principles in the woods," grumbles Hayashi.

"No misogyny here, I would hope, right, Sensei? A fully hetero cast is definitely out the window already," he says, raising a hand.

Fushiguro looks away and blushes a little bit.

"I would never dream of putting one of my precious students in something she would be uncomfortable in. And miniskirts are far too impractical to be uniform standard. And really, you're much better off with us than that other school. They're all rules and tradition and obedience and whatnot. Here we have a sense of humor!"

Hayashi rubs the bridge of her nose.

"And an obsession with anime, apparently."

"It is not obsession to notice patterns. Although I guess in this case the pattern was kind of on purpose," he says, tilting his head in Gojō's direction.

"It was too tempting to resist! How many chances would I have to have such adorable precious anime students!"

Hayashi lets out a sigh.

"Fushiguro-san," she says, apparently making some sort of decision, "are they at least competent, even with their. Eccentricities?

Fushiguro furrows his brow. "Gojō-sensei is... probably the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in history. This clown, though," he adds, not even deigning to point, "hasn't ever used jujutsu in his life." But he smiles, only a little bit. "He can take a punch, though."

"I can do so much more than take a punch."

"All right. I suppose that'll have to be good enough."

"Excellent! Welcome to the team, Akiho-chan! Rest assured I will be taking good care of you, along with Tokan-kun and Inori-kun!"

'Akiho-chan' closes her eyes and clearly counts to ten.

"How do you even get into a jujutsu school if you haven't ever used jujutsu in your life?" she asks, choosing to ignore the overfamiliarity.

"I ate a cursed object hosting the king of curses and didn't die, and then I turned out to be the one vessel in history to be able to do so and not also be fully consumed by Sukuna's consciousness. How's that for real life?"

"A finger," Fushiguro clarifies. "It was a finger, long and red and rotted with a pointy black claw."

Hayashi makes a face of utter revulsion and takes one measured step away from her finger-eating classmate.

"Why would you eat something so disgusting and self destructive and stupid. How are you alive. Shouldn't you have been executed? What is wrong with you. Eugh, you know what, nevermind, your explanations have sucked so far anyway. New topic or I'm going to actually be sick thinking about eating a rotted mummified finger." She gives a shudder. "I'll take that Tokyo tour now."

"It doesn't actually taste that bad!"

"Itadori. Shut up."

"Tour of Tokyo," insists Hayashi, firmly.

"I know just where to start!"

'Just where to start' turns out to be... an abandoned building. Next to a cemetery.

"This is because of the phone interview, isn't it."

"Oh, so that was you!"

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to the school's from before, but substantially weaker and, in a sense, "thinner". It barely affects them, outside, and could well be mistaken for a chill wind or the like.

"Of course it was me, there are three students in your year, including you, and Fushiguro-san has been hanging around Jujutsu High for literal years. I wasn't going to get on a train for four hours just to maybe get accepted."

She retrieves a fan and a little pouch attached to a belt from one of her bags, the latter of which gets clipped around her waist. This done, she retrieves a hair tie and starts tying up her hair.

"Fine, whatever. Curse killing tour of Tokyo it is, then. Is this a 'send the new girl in alone' situation or is this a team bonding exercise?"

"Inori-kun is still recovering from some injuries, so he will be sitting this out today. And I will be available to come and save my precious students if you need it, but! Yes, team bonding exercise."