Juju Sampo . 訓練の惨事

Naomi's First Training Disaster

Naomi stood on the training ground, feeling like she had been thrown into a battlefield unarmed.

"Alright, Naomi~" Gojo clapped his hands, standing in front of her with his usual smug grin. "We're going to start with the basics."

"Like how to run away?" Naomi asked hopefully.

"No, like how to fight," Megumi deadpanned, standing off to the side with Yuji.

Yuji, full of enthusiasm, punched the air. "Don't worry, Naomi! We'll start slow. Just basic dodging and blocking for now!"

Naomi squinted. "Dodging and blocking? That sounds easy."

Gojo smirked. "Oh, sweet summer child."

And thus, the disaster began.

Step 1: Dodging

Gojo tossed a soft practice ball at her. "Alright, just dodge this."

Naomi, confident in her athletic skills, nodded. Easy.

She took a deep breath, watched the ball come toward her, stepped aside—

And tripped over her own foot. The ball hit her square in the face. She collapsed dramatically onto the ground. "I'M DEAD. TRAINING'S OVER."

Yuji gasped. "She got one-shot."

Megumi sighed. "That's a new record."

Gojo grinned. "Not bad! Let's move on!"

Step 2: Blocking

"Alright," Gojo said, holding up a foam stick. "This time, I'm going to swing at you. Just block it."

Naomi held up her arms, determined. This time, I got this.

Gojo swung—

Naomi closed her eyes, flailed wildly, and smacked herself in the face.

There was silence.

Megumi facepalmed. Yuji looked genuinely concerned. Gojo just burst into laughter.

"I'M LITERALLY FIGHTING MYSELF AT THIS POINT," Naomi groaned, holding her nose.

"Don't worry, you'll get it eventually," Gojo said, wiping a tear from his eye.

"When?! In my next life?!"

Step 3: Attacking

"Okay, okay," Gojo said between chuckles. "Let's try offense. Throw a punch at Yuji."

Naomi turned to Yuji, who gave her a thumbs-up. "Don't worry! I'll go easy on you!"

She nodded, clenched her fist, and ran at him with all her might. She tripped halfway. Yuji had to physically catch her before she faceplanted. Naomi groaned, laying in Yuji's arms like a broken doll. "I hate this school."

Megumi crossed his arms. "You haven't even been here for a full day."

Step 4: Survival Instincts

Gojo, clearly enjoying himself way too much, decided to take things up a notch. "Alright! This time, we'll have a moving target." Naomi perked up. "Oh? That sounds fun!"

A shadow loomed behind her. She turned slowly. Panda stood there, grinning. "Hey, kid! Let's spar!" Naomi screamed.

 Megumi's Totally Not Frustrating Training Session 

"Alright, hold it like this," Megumi says, adjusting Naomi's grip on the wooden training stick. "You need to have a firm stance, or you'll just—"

Before he can finish, Naomi trips over absolutely nothing and falls backward with a loud thud.

"—fall," Megumi finishes, sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Naomi groans, staring at the sky. "I think the ground is my true enemy."

"Get up."

"I physically can't."

Megumi very physically drags her up by the collar of her uniform. "You're being dramatic."

Naomi dusts herself off, picks up the stick again, and frowns at Megumi. "Okay, round two. I'm ready!"

Megumi barely raises his own stick before Naomi lets out a war cry and swings wildly—only to completely miss and somehow spin herself around, hitting her own leg in the process.

"...Did you just attack yourself?" Megumi deadpans.

Naomi grips her leg, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm under attack!"

"Yeah. By your own stupidity," he mutters.

"Hey! I heard that!"

"Good. Now try again."

Megumi swings gently this time, letting Naomi block—only for the force of the impact to send her stumbling backward. She somehow flails into a tree, her stick flying out of her hands and landing straight into a pond nearby. A fish jumps in fright.

There is a long silence.

Megumi closes his eyes, inhaling deeply. "Why are you like this?"

Naomi, still sprawled against the tree, points an accusing finger at him. "You're a terrible teacher."

"You're a terrible student," Megumi counters.

"Listen, fighting is clearly not my strong suit. Maybe my cursed technique will awaken, and I'll be super powerful someday!" Naomi declares, arms crossed confidently.

Megumi stares at her. "You don't even have cursed energy."

Naomi gasps dramatically. "You didn't have to say it out loud like that!"

Just then, a voice interrupts them—Gojo, leaning against a tree, sipping a soda. "Wow, Megumi, didn't know you were training a rock today."

Naomi glares. "I am not a rock!"

"You're right. A rock would at least stay still instead of launching itself into a pond," Megumi says, walking away.

"YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST!" Naomi shouts after them, dramatically falling onto the ground once more.

The chaos ends with Gojo laughing and Megumi rubbing his temples in frustration.

Fifteen minutes later, Naomi was lying on the ground, absolutely defeated. Yuji sat next to her, patting her back. "You did great, Naomi."

"I failed every single task." Megumi sat on her other side. "You at least survived."

"Barely." Gojo crouched beside her, poking her cheek. "So, what do you think? Ready for round two?"

Naomi weakly raised a thumbs-down. "Call my funeral home."

Gojo laughed. "Oh, come on, you'll get the hang of it!" Naomi groaned, burying her face in the ground.

 Naomi's Totally Successful Training Arc – Part 2

After Megumi gracefully retired from training Naomi for the sake of his own sanity, Yuji enthusiastically took over. Because, obviously, teaching Naomi how to fight couldn't be that bad.

Spoiler alert: It was worse.

"Alright, Naomi!" Yuji grins, holding up his fists. "Fighting is all about speed and power. Just follow my movements, okay?"

Naomi nods seriously, mimicking his stance. "Speed and power. Got it."

Yuji does a slow, exaggerated jab. "Like this—see? Super easy!"

Naomi nods, taking a deep breath. "Okay, okay, I got this."

She throws a punch... and immediately punches herself in the face.

Yuji freezes. "Wait, did you just—"

Naomi stumbles backward, clutching her nose. "I don't wanna talk about it."

Yuji bursts out laughing. "Dude, we haven't even started, and you're already taking yourself out!"

"I'm warming up!" Naomi insists, wiping her tears (of pain and humiliation).

"Okay, okay, let's try again," Yuji says, still wheezing. He lifts a training pad and gestures for her to hit it. "Just aim for this—easy, right?"

Naomi takes a deep breath, hypes herself up, and swings—except she misses entirely, loses her balance, and flops onto the ground like a lifeless fish.

Yuji leans over her. "Bro."

Naomi stares up at the sky. "This is not what I imagined my protagonist training arc to be like."

Yuji helps her up, trying very hard not to laugh again. "Alright, new plan. Since punching isn't your thing, let's try dodging!"

He throws a soft punch at her, slow enough for a grandma to avoid.

And yet—somehow—Naomi just stands there, completely still, and gets clocked right in the forehead.

Yuji gasps. "BRO, WHY DIDN'T YOU MOVE?!"

"I FROZE, OKAY?!"

Yuji covers his mouth, eyes wide. "Are you lagging in real life?!"

Naomi rubs her forehead, looking utterly betrayed. "I think my brain disconnected."

Yuji looks absolutely horrified. "Naomi, I can't train with you if you're gonna just accept the hit!"

Naomi crosses her arms. "Maybe my strategy is to tank the damage. Ever think about that?"

Yuji blinks. "No, because that's stupid."

Megumi, who was passing by, sighs as he witnesses this mess. "Why are you two like this?"

Naomi and Yuji turn to him at the same time. "We don't know."

Gojo, who has been filming the entire thing from the sidelines, snickers. "Man, this is comedy gold."

Megumi shakes his head and walks away. "You're both lost causes."

The training session ends with Naomi sitting on the ground, nursing her injuries, while Yuji reassures her that "at least she tried," and Gojo continues to replay the video for his own entertainment.

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