Gojo stood in the parking lot at the technical school, holding a backpack on his shoulder. Instead of the standard shape, it was a tight black shirt, black windbreaker, trousers and boots. On the face, as always, a fabric mask hiding his eyes. Aside next to the camping backpacks stood Itadori, Megumi and Kugisaki, chatting about something sweetly.

“Well, everyone is ready for a trip to Mount Fuji?” Satoru cheerfully asked, looking around in search of a car that they had to send behind them. The idea to arrange a visiting training camp seemed just excellent in such a warm spring. For several days in the fresh air, the gray everyday life of his students will definitely dilute and cheer them up. And more, in principle, he is unnecessary.