Yes, Swablu.
Flapping its cotton-candy wings, it let out a soaring melody.
"Poo~ Poriko~ Popoli, Popoli Poo~"
The song was beautiful, yet piercingly potent, carrying an indescribable, strange power.
Just hearing the opening notes made your body go limp, eyelids droop, and consciousness blur.
The Jujutsu higher-ups had finally caught a break, gearing up for a last-ditch effort. Fighting was out of the question—they couldn't win—but maybe they could flee. One escapee was better than none. Too bad this sudden serenade ruined everything.
How could a song be this terrifying?
One note, and you're ready to nap!
Was this the true Lullaby technique?
No way—I can't fall here! A mere lullaby? I refuse to collapse like this!!!
Watching the higher-ups in the distance—some physically plugging their ears, others sealing them with cursed energy to resist the tune—Akira let out a quiet sigh.
It's no Jigglypuff, after all.
Sure, Swablu could learn the Hypnosis line's signature move—Sing—but compared to the OG crooner, it was leagues behind.
Jigglypuff, the pink nightmare that wipes out entire squads the second it opens its mouth, could hold its own against Pikachu's shenanigans or even Arbok's chaos.
Good thing quantity could make up for quality.
Akira's team was stacked with hypnosis users. Swablu was just the little sister—big bro and sis were waiting in the wings.
"Gardevoir, Hypnosis."
"Darkrai, Dark Void or Hypnosis—your call."
"My only rule: no one in this headquarters stays standing except us."
Commands issued via telepathy, Akira didn't spare another glance.
Sing + Hypnosis + Dark Void.
The Hypnosis trifecta assembled, surpassing the Sleep Team's "nap left, nap right" gimmick. Now it was "sleep whoever, however many you want."
So, auditory assault got a visual and spatial upgrade.
A true multi-dimensional, no-blind-spot hypnosis barrage.
Even the toughest grunts, gouging their eardrums or clawing their eyes, couldn't fend off this all-penetrating attack.
In the end, they all hit the floor, off to dreamland.
Job done, Swablu smugly fluttered onto Akira's head, chirping "Dilu dilu" to claim its glory.
But after just two calls, twin vines snaked out, wrapping around the little bird's talons.
"Dilu! (What're you doing? I'm the MVP here!)"
"Tanga! (Shut it, you're ruining my sunbathing!)"
Yep, Snivy and Maki Zenin rolled up late, missing Gojo Satoru's soundproofing technique.
Still, they held their own—Snivy's quick thinking with leaves and vines blocked their ear canals.
It wasn't perfect soundproofing, though, and drowsiness crept in anyway.
Plus, bird and snake were natural rivals. After a stare-down, the classic bird-snake brawl kicked off.
Akira ignored the routine squabble. Those two were Dance Studio PK-tier—no real harm done.
What mattered more was the heap of hypnosis victims sprawled out.
Left, right, up, down—something felt off.
Then Akira spotted a marker in some poor staffer's pocket, and a lightbulb pinged above her head.
That's what a Sleep Team needs.
Telekinesis activated—pen acquired!
Mimicking Gojo Satoru's flair with a little spin, Akira's lips curled into a creepy grin. He popped the cap and grabbed a council member, scribbling all over his face.
Let's be real: Akira had zero art skills. If he did, he might've skipped the light novel grind for her first paycheck and gone straight to My Tokyo Life Started with Manga.
Her doodles were so bad even Gojo Satoru, king of unhinged ideas, couldn't follow her logic.
"What're you drawing?"
"You'll see—turtles."
"Why turtles?"
"'Cause these old geezers act like 'em."
"Now that you mention it, yeah, they do. I'm in."
So Gojo Satoru snagged a pen and started turtle-drawing too.
His art skills? Worse than Akira's. Across all of Jujutsu High, maybe only his adopted kid Megumi Fushiguro could decipher his scribbles.
Watching this, Akira's two moms exchanged looks.
Bio Mom: Are these two missing a few screws?
Adoptive Mom: Why not just change your name to Gojo Void already?
In the end, Maki Zenin was the reliable one, bonking both foreheads with her fists.
"First, explain what you're doing with these guys."
"Oh, this?" Akira twirled the pen casually. "Humiliate them, tank their rep, make it so they never dare show their faces again."
"No killing?" Gojo Satoru paused mid-turtle.
"Nope, not for now. Physical annihilation's the last resort—efficient, sure, but the fallout's too big. Neither of us needs that kind of rap sheet."
"I'm fine with it, honestly. Been running ragged for years—could use the break."
"Cut it out. You've fought this long, and what, you end up with nothing but a villain tag? You'd be cool with that?"
"It'd tick me off a bit, yeah. But I know my limits—teaching's my ceiling. I'd suck as principal, let alone Alliance chairman. Managing that many people? I'd lose it."
It's all these old fossils' fault—here, have two more turtles.
Gojo Satoru wasn't just training sorcerers to match his power—he needed someone to carry the torch for Jujutsu reform.
That someone was right in front of him.
Sure, a lot of it was Akira figuring stuff out solo, but whatever—I'm the teacher, he's the student. Gojo Satoru could flex that brag forever.
Akira saw right through it, shooting him a scornful glance. "You don't wanna deal with it, so I have to?"
Do you know how much I've planned for this solo raid? How many brain cells I've burned?
From Darkrai scouting ahead, to Darkrai escorting Hayami to Tokyo for a test run, to Gardevoir's Psychic illusions and Yuta Okkotsu's cursed disguises.
And the clutch move: keeping Maki and Swablu back to level up, plugging the Sleep Team's final gap.
Hypnosis's range was too narrow for crowd control.
Dark Void upped the AOE but needed darkness to land.
Sing, though? Instant effect on hearing—pair it with Inumaki's Cursed Speech vibes, and it amplifies through tech.
Without Swablu's performance, wiping out Alliance HQ would've taken way more effort, and one slip could've left loose ends.
This was Akira's all-nighter polish, same as he'd honed Infinite Stratos.
If the Jujutsu Alliance had been less stubborn, more open-minded, less greedy, Akira wouldn't have gone this far. Couldn't he just hang around instead?
I—really don't wanna be Alliance boss.