Jujutsu Kaisen: I Made Sukuna Owe 100 Million Yen

Tokyo Jujutsu High School, Second Sports Field.

The sky was clear and cloudless.

Due to the invasion of Hana-no-kami, the exchange meeting was interrupted, and the two schools were unable to determine a winner.

So Gojo Satoru slapped his forehead and changed the exchange meeting into a baseball tournament.

The best viewing spot in the stadium is under the shade of trees behind home plate.

Lynn set up a huge parasol, placed a folding table, and even brought out a portable mini-fridge.

A handwritten sign hung nearby: [Exchange No. 8 - Event-Exclusive Supply Point]

"Come, come, take a look."

Lynn was wearing a casual shirt, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose gleamed shrewdly in the sunlight.

"While competitions rely on skill, sometimes 'luck' and 'form' also play a part in skill."

The first one to take the bait was naturally Gojo Satoru, who felt uncomfortable if he didn't spend money.

"Yo! Lynn!" Gojo Satoru strode over with his long legs and casually slapped a black card on the table.

"Give me the best spot, and another case of ice-cold Coke for the students! We need a resounding victory today!"

Lynn smiled and put away the black card, then swiped it on the POS machine at a number that would give Idizhi a heart attack if he saw it.

"No problem, Mr. Gojo."

Lynn took out a specially made "Cursed Iced Cola" from the refrigerator.

"This is a special drink with a trace amount of magical energy supplement, which can slightly relieve fatigue and improve concentration. It's only 5,000 yen a bottle, isn't that a good deal?"

Five thousand yen for a bottle of Coke?

This is outright robbery.

But for Gojo Satoru, what is a little money if it can help his students win against that old man (Rakuganji)?

"Bought! Two bottles each!"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand and not only bought it, but also took the Coke to the Kyoto school to show it off.

Watching the students from the Tokyo school drinking premium beverages, all looking energetic, Maki even hit the ball out of bounds with a bat.

The air pressure in the rest area of ​​the Kyoto campus was terrifyingly low.

"Damn it... that idiot Gojo, he actually gave the students stimulants?" Ankahime gritted her teeth.

"That's not a stimulant, Ms. Diva." A gentle voice rang out from the side at just the right moment.

Lynn walked over at some point with a tray on it, which contained several bottles of different colored drinks and several towels that looked very high-end.

"This is just a compliant 'sports supplement.' If the Tokyo school can buy it, then of course the Kyoto school can buy it too."

Lynn pushed up her glasses, her voice full of allure.

"I see everyone has traveled a long way, and with the fighting of the past two days, you must all be exhausted?"

"If we lose to the Tokyo school because of 'poor performance,' tsk tsk, that would be too unfair."

The songstress's gaze wavered.

She glanced at Miwa Kasumi, who was trying her best but was clearly exhausted, and then at Gojo Satoru, who was beaming with pride. Her competitive spirit instantly overcame her reason.

"How much?" the songstress asked with a dark expression.

"Give the Kyoto school a 20% discount, four thousand a bottle," Lynn said with a smile.

The actual cost is only about 100 yen. It mainly adds a little bit of positive energy from the reversal technique, which does refresh the mind, but it's definitely not worth the price.

But in this specific context, it is a "necessity".

"I bought it!" The songstress pulled out her wallet and paid with a heavy heart.

"If we lose, I will hold you responsible!"

Once the first deal is done, the rest will be much easier.

The match has progressed to the third game.

Tokyo School goes on offense, and Maki comes in to bat.

Facing a fastball thrown by the machine at 160 km/h, Maki hits a home run.

Mechanical Maru's self-esteem was crushed.

During the break between offense and defense, Lynn slipped over to the pitching machine.

"With Yukichi, simple linear acceleration is easy to see through."

Lynn patted the metal lump.

"Want to try this? [Dynamic Visual Disturbance Stickers]"

Lynn took out a small sticker with strange patterns drawn on it.

"As long as it's attached to the ball, it will create a slight visual afterimage as the ball travels through the air. Although I don't know if it's against the rules, it can delay the batter's judgment by 0.1 seconds."

"The price is only two thousand points... oh no, twenty thousand yen."

Mechanical Maru remained silent for two seconds.

He really wanted to win, especially to show off in the three-wheeled race.

"...Apply it." The mechanical ball's voice came from the speaker.

So, the next game.

Panda's swing missed.

Dogroll swung his bat but missed.

Kyoto School won back a point.

The competition is gradually becoming more intense.

Lynn was like a busy little bee, shuttling between the two schools.

Each product precisely addresses their pain points.

Moreover, the prices are all within the psychological threshold of "although they are a bit expensive, I can grit my teeth and accept them in order to win".

The final game.

Two innings, bases loaded.

The batter is—Aoi Todo.

The pitcher was Hisahito Itadori.

This is a showdown between "best friends".

The entire audience held their breath in suspense.

Only Lynn silently packed up his stall and retreated more than ten meters, hiding behind a large tree.

"Um... Mr. Lynn?" Shunping, holding an empty beverage case, looked at his boss with some confusion. "Why are you hiding so far away?"

"Shunping, remember this."

Lynn adjusted his glasses and looked at Toudou Aoi, whose muscles bulged from excessive excitement, and Itadori, who was seriously preparing to pitch.

"When two single-celled organisms collide, what is often produced is not a spark."

"It was an accident."

Before he could finish speaking, Itsuji threw the ball.

It was a powerful straight shot, heading straight for the strike zone.

"Good shot!! My brother!!" Aoi Toudou roared, not swinging the bat, but catching the ball with his face—that's right, with his face!

For him, this was a transmission of love from a close friend!

"Bang!!!" The baseball slammed hard into Toudou Aoi's face.

The immense impact sent him flying backward, his nose gushing blood.

The entire room fell silent.

Gojo Satoru paused for a second, then raised his hand: "Hit by a pitch! Toudou Aoi reaches base! Game over! Tokyo School wins!"

"We won!!!" The students at the Tokyo school cheered.

The students at the Kyoto school were devastated, and the geisha was so angry that she broke the fan in her hand on the spot.

Amidst chaos.

Lynn calmly walked out and took out an account book.

"Congratulations to Tokyo School on their victory." Lynn walked up to the songstress and handed her a bill.

"This is the Kyoto school's expense list for today, totaling 186,000 yen. Since we lost, this money..."

The songstress stared wide-eyed at the bill, which listed a long list of drinks, towels, blood tonics, stickers...

If we win, these will be the price of victory.

But now that they've lost, it's just become a simple "stupidity tax".

"Lin!! En!!" the songstress roared in grief and anger.

"Please don't get agitated, Songstress." Lynn smiled and took a step back, pointing to Gojo Satoru not far away.

"Mr. Gojo just said that if Tokyo School wins, he'll be in a good mood and he'll reimburse half of the bill."

"Therefore, you only need to pay 93,000 yen."

"Doesn't it instantly make you feel much better?"

The songstress was stunned.

Even though I'm still spending money, the thought of Gojo Satoru, that sucker, paying half of it for me...

What's with this strange feeling of "getting a good deal"?

"Hmph! Here you go!" The songstress paid with a dark face and stormed off with her students.

She vowed never to buy anything from that unscrupulous merchant again!

Lynn looked at the payment notification on her phone, then glanced at Gojo Satoru celebrating with his students in the distance, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

He, Lynn, earned 300,000 with tears in his eyes.

"What a lovely afternoon." Lynn stretched and put the ledger back into his pocket.

He turned his head and looked at Fushiguro Megumi, who was playing around with Itadori and Kugizaki.

Just now, Lynn saw Fukuhei Megumi answer a phone call.

His expression was solemn and anxious. Clearly, the news about the "Eighty-Eight Bridges" had arrived.

"Get ready to get off the bus, Shunping."

Lynn pushed up his glasses.

"We're going to Saitama Prefecture."

"Your mission has begun."