ᴀʟʟᴇɢᴇᴅʟʏ ☀︎︎ ɢᴇᴛᴏ s. x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ☀︎︎

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғɪᴠᴇ

12 May 2005
Approximately 10:24 A.M.
Tokyo, Japan

"Again."

The command was simple, yet gruesome. You groaned from your place on the ground, chest heaving up and down as you attempted to catch your breath. But apparently, even that wasn't allowed. Yaga stood with his arms over his chest, watching you and your classmate's spar.

For the last month, training had picked up worse than you ever thought possible. Every day, from dusk to dawn, you were outside, training your strength. It mostly consisted of sparring against Gojo or Geto, sometimes even Yaga, but once you'd been called out for a mission. And it was already done by the time you got there.

"Need a hand?"

You looked up to see Geto standing above you, his staff in one hand and the other extended out to you. You heaved a sigh and slapped your hand in his, allowing him to pull you to your feet. His hand lingered in yours, waiting for you to collect your balance.

"Thanks," You said.

"You alright?" He asked, making you nod.

"Heads up!" Gojo called, tossing the bamboo staff back towards you. You caught it in your bandaged hands, spinning it around before slamming the bottom on the ground.

"L/n, you and Gojo are up," Yaga said.

"Yessir," You said in unison, walking to the center of the clearing. You and Gojo turned to face each other, and he shot you a cocky grin. He'd pinned you down the last time, but you weren't going to let that happen this time.

"Begin."

Gojo immediately ran at you, slamming the staff against yours. You shoved him back, moving to swipe his feet from under him. He jumped out of the way, causing you to back out of his reach. He ran at you again, and for each hit, you countered against him. Finally, you managed to get him on the ground. You kicked the staff away from him, pinning his hands down with your knees. Your feet dug into his thighs, making him wince as you placed the staff under his chin, gently resting it against his throat. You were the one to grin cockily now.

"I win, Cat-eyes," You said. "Tap out."

"N-No way," He huffed, making you lean your weight against the staff, quirking a brow. He quickly hit your leg. "Ok, ok!"

"Hmph. Pussy," Ieiri chortled as you got off the white-haired teen, offering your hand to him.

"Yaga-Sensei, do you have a moment?" A woman came to stand in the doorway.

"Yeah. You four behave," He pointed to you before walking away with the woman.

"Damn, Y/n-chan, that actually kinda hurt," Gojo mumbled, rubbing his throat. "How the hell are you so strong?"

"Have you threw the chains she uses? Those things are heavy as fuck!" Ieiri exclaimed.

"You're just weak," You replied, raising the water bottle to your lips.

"I am not!" He barked. "I just don't get why we have to do this! Why can't we be out killing curses and doing badass stuff?"

"Patience," Geto said. "Yaga-Sensei won't let us do anything until we can prove we are strong enough and have enough skill to be out in the field."

"Blah, blah!" Gojo said, rolling his eyes. "There's too much talking and not enough action. You guys are just holding us back."

"Really?" You deadpanned.

"Satoru you failed the last three tests. You're the one holding us back," Ieiri sighed.

"You guys are--!"