Naobito Zenin had recently noticed that sothing was very wrong with his son.
He had stopped drinking, stopped smoking, stopped going to nightclubs. Every day, all he did was run straight to the dojo and bury himself in studying Cursed Techniques. The other night, when Naobito got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, he could still see the lights on there from far away.
The old man was completely baffled.
What kind of shock had this perfectly fine kid suddenly suffered?
Was this really his biological son?
Back when Naobito Zenin was young, he had partied like a madman, hanging around bars all day long. It had not gotten to the point of anything truly outrageous, but the romantic sses he left behind were too many to count. At the very least, by the ti he was Naoya's age, his kids would already have been old enough to go out and run errands.
Sigh, this youngest son of his was good in every way, except for one very annoying thing. He did not like won!
He was already in his twenties!
Forget marriage. He had never even had a girlfriend!
And now he had started staying cooped up at ho all day without going out.
Was this not just turning into a shut-in?!
Was this not just turning into one of the lost generation?!
But...
Being diligent was still a good thing, right?
"So what exactly is your fearless youngest son pulling now?"
That lucky line of thinking was utterly shattered during an ordinary breakfast.
Ogi Zenin, having reached the end of his patience, went straight to Naobito Zenin to complain.
According to the Zenin Clan's second-in-command, servants had recently been listless and sleepy during the day, which was severely damaging the Zenin Clan's image. But no matter how many tis Ogi Zenin harshly scolded them, he had been unable to stop it.
At first, he had thought the servants were getting too full of themselves and no longer took him, the second-in-command, seriously.
But after Ogi Zenin investigated the matter in detail, he discovered that the real culprit was Naoya Zenin!
Had anyone ever seen the Zenin Clan estate at four-thirty in the morning?
Naoya Zenin was now training extra every day until deep into the night. He was young and sturdy, and he would lose himself in training in the dojo at the drop of a hat.
But the servants responsible for attending him were all at the end of their rope.
Naoya Zenin was the young master. If he was tired, he could sleep as long as he wanted. He could wake up whenever he wanted.
But these servants had to clock in on ti!
They had to show up for the Zenin Clan's morning training on ti too!
What kind of iron man could keep up with Young Master Naoya's limitless overti like this?!
"Naoya lately..."
Even Jinichi Zenin, who was normally a man of few words, unexpectedly ca to Naobito Zenin and slowly spoke.
"Is sothing weighing on his mind? He has never worked this hard in his life. Clan Head, I know a pretty good brain specialist. How about we find ti to take Naoya to see him?"
According to Jinichi Zenin, this younger cousin of his was now using [Projection Sorcery] even in daily life, constantly flashing to the other end of the hallway without warning. Even Jinichi Zenin, who had seen plenty in his life, would sotis get startled out of nowhere when Naoya suddenly spoke from behind him, let alone everyone else. It was practically no different from seeing a ghost in broad daylight.
Only then did Naobito Zenin profoundly realize sothing.
So a son suddenly turning into an overachiever was not necessarily a good thing.
On the contrary, it ant Naoya might have sothing wrong with his body!
Could it be...?!
This fashionable old man imdiately thought of the kind of plot twist that was popular in TV dramas these days.
"Naoya."
Naobito Zenin patted his son on the shoulder and said with a grave expression,
"Do you have any last wish? Tell your dad. No matter what it is, Dad will definitely help you make it happen."
Naoya Zenin turned back to look at the absurdly serious old man, speechless.
What kind of cheap father was this?
You were really that eager for your son to have a terminal illness, huh?
More like depression, if anything!
How about you go kill Ryon Sukuna instead?
That said, the transmigrator really did have one wish he wanted this bargain-bin father to help with.
"Old man, can you teach [Falling Blossom Emotion]?"
Falling Blossom Emotion.
That was one of the Zenin Clan's secret inherited arts.
Over hundreds and thousands of years, the Zenin Clan had developed it as an automatic counter technique for dealing with Domain Expansion.
During these many days of training, Naoya Zenin had devoted himself fully to understanding Cursed Techniques and the body.
And sure enough, compared to when he first started, his proficiency with [Projection Sorcery] had made a qualitative leap.
The transmigrator could now maintain the limit of [Projection Sorcery] for half a minute.
In other words, he could successfully activate [Projection Sorcery] thirty tis in a row.
While continuously accelerating, he could instantly complete the preset calculations for seven hundred and twenty fras of movent in his mind.
Although that was still nowhere near the true limit of the technique, it was already enough to leave him fairly satisfied.
What disappointed Naoya Zenin, however, was that even with his mastery having reached this level, he still had not touched the edge of a Domain.
No wonder Satoru Gojo had once said that innate talent accounted for eighty percent of a Jujutsu Sorcerer's strength.
In the cruel Jujutsu World, no matter how hard you worked after the fact, you still could not change the limits of your talent as a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Domain Expansion was the pinnacle of a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
To reach that realm, what you usually needed was a single opportunity.
That opportunity could co from long years of accumulated effort. It could co from a sudden mont of inspiration. It could even co from overwhelming despair in the face of danger...
No matter how you looked at it, for Naoya Zenin to keep burying his head in bitter training like this was no different from waiting for a bunch of monkeys to type out Shakespeare on a typewriter.
He did not have that much ti to waste.
So the transmigrator decided to settle for the next best thing and start expanding his technique pool instead.
[Falling Blossom Emotion].
This was a purely defensive technique.
Its effect was equivalent to [Simple Domain] and [Hollow Wicker Basket]. It could neutralize an enemy's sure-hit technique within a Domain, letting him at least fight back.
In other words, if Ryon Sukuna were suddenly revived right now and started using [Malevolent Shrine]...
Then faced with those endless slashes, Naoya Zenin could at least use [Falling Blossom Emotion] to keep from dying on the spot.
"Teaching you [Falling Blossom Emotion] is no problem..."
Naobito Zenin stroked his beard and looked his son over, but a devious little thought suddenly crossed his mind.
"But Naoya, since you've been training so hard in Cursed Techniques lately, have you thought about going to Jujutsu High to sharpen yourself a bit?"
Naoya Zenin's brow twitched at his old man's suggestion.
Jujutsu High?
That was exactly what this transmigrator wanted.
After all, once he got into Jujutsu High, he could escape his fate as a villain and get connected with the main cast like Satoru Gojo.
Based on what he knew about the original plot, it might even be possible for him to get to Itadori first and stop him from swallowing Sukuna's finger.
And he really did need to go to Jujutsu High.
After all, as a transmigrator, Naoya Zenin had plenty of valuable information about Cursed Techniques, but he lacked even the most basic foundational knowledge of Jujutsu.
It was like knowing advanced techniques such as Reverse Cursed Technique and Cursed Technique Reversal, and even understanding the principles behind them.
But he still had absolutely no idea how Cursed Energy should circulate, or how to manipulate it properly so that this invisible power could truly be made his own.
It was like a ga where magic consud mana. No matter how many forbidden spells you knew, if you did not understand how to refine and use mana, then all of it was useless.
Naoya Zenin really did need to enter Jujutsu High as a new student and properly learn those basics in a systematic way.
"Perfect. I've been bored as hell staying at ho lately anyway. I might as well go ss with those weaklings at Jujutsu High for fun."
Naoya Zenin agreed to his old man's suggestion without a second thought.
What the transmigrator did not notice, however, was the mysterious, wicked smile curling at the corner of Naobito Zenin's mouth.
Heh heh. Just as planned.
At last, he had tricked that brat into leaving the house!
Hurry up and get out there and bring back a girlfriend for ! Stop staying ho all day and tornting us!!!
So a few days later, when Naoya Zenin arrived at Jujutsu High to report in for the first ti, he fell completely silent.
"...Wasn't I supposed to be going to Tokyo Jujutsu High?"
The young master of the Zenin Clan looked up at the school sign.
Written on it in bold were the words.
Kyoto Jujutsu High!!!
What the hell.
So in the end, I still got sent far away from the main cast?!
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