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"EVERYOOONE! I HAVE GIFTS!"
HIYORI gently sheathed the katana she was yielding as she heard Gojo's scream from across the courtyard. Her full eyes fell on the sight of the white-haired man running towards them with a box on wheels behind him. She curiously narrowed her eyebrows at the unknown object in the distance.
The three first-years were alongside the three second-years in an evening training session. Today, they were focusing on how handling weapons could be incredibly helpful in battle. Your cursed technique might not always be enough, you should always have a back up plan. Maki had explained earlier in the day, and Hiyori had been warming up to the idea of having a lightweight and slender katana at her waist.
"What the hell is he doing?" Kugisaki exhaled, she was out of breath from the head-to-head training session with Maki that was interrupted a second ago. She heaved forward to rest her palms on her knees, desperately trying to catch her breath, Maki really must've done a number on her today.
As the students had stopped whatever training exercises they were working on, Gojo had grown near enough to come to a slow stop in front of them. He rolled the decently sized box in front of his long body, yet it still didn't reach the top his waist.
"I thought that all of my students have been training so hard for the Exchange Event that a little gift was in order," Gojo brightly grinned towards the students, giving the box a good echoing slap on the side of it. The Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event was actually being held in exactly a month, and Gojo was right — they had been training exceptionally hard.
The students all remained unexcited, though.
"So, I have this for you guys!" Gojo excited pointed towards the box, he even managed to do a twirl with his right leg raised high in the air. "TA-DA."
Kugisaki pinched her face up as she cringed, switching over her shoulder to exchange glances with Hiyori, "Overly excited adults are creepy."
"Can he even be considered an adult?" Hiyori nudged her elbow into the body of Kugisaki, who immediately started snickering from the redheads sly comment. Kugisaki had to choke back a laugh as Gojo interrupted her with a cheerful-sounding announcement.
"It's your-long-dead-friend, YUJI!"
If you had asked Hiyori what she thought was in store for the day, she would've said nothing unexpected. It would've been classes with a mix of training both with her fellow students and then later in the evening with Gojo. She would shower. Occasionally eat when she remembered or had the time. That's what she thought was in store for the day, not this.
