Overwhelming arrogance.
A venomous tongue with no attempt to hide it.
An arrogance that stood above everyone else.
There was no doubt about it.
The man on that stage was going to beco every student's nightmare from this point on!
Good.
Feeling the students' shock and fear from below, Naoya Zenin finally let out a quiet sigh of relief, secretly quite pleased with his own performance.
It worked.
He had successfully developed another way to use [Projection Sorcery].
In the original story, both Naoya Zenin and Naobito Zenin treated [Projection Sorcery] as nothing more than a support technique for boosting the body. All their thods revolved around hand-to-hand combat. They accelerated themselves again and again, then froze their opponents by making them unable to keep up, and used that to win.
It was not that this way of using it was wrong.
It was just painfully narrow-minded.
They placed too much importance on the control effect of [Projection Sorcery], while overlooking the fact that its true upper limit lay in endless acceleration.
But the reason it was called an upper limit was because the caster simply could not keep up with the technique's full potential.
Cursed Energy consumption, the brain's processing power, the body's tolerance...
But that was only under the premise of covering the whole body with the technique.
What if... he reduced the range of [Projection Sorcery] even further?
What if he did the calculations while staying completely still?
What if he applied [Projection Sorcery] to only a single finger?
If he did that, then problems like Cursed Energy consumption and the burden on his brain would stop being such impossible obstacles.
The only thing left to consider would be the body's physical limit.
Ever-increasing speed, frantically accumulating energy, pulling in the surrounding air and forcing it into rotation...
It was like a hair dryer with no upper limit on its output.
In just a few seconds, a violent pressure of wind could roar into existence at his fingertip.
And thanks as well to the incredible precision granted by [Sigma Male], Naoya Zenin was able to use Cursed Energy to control that wind pressure, splitting the whirlwind at his fingertip into blade after blade and pulling off a dazzling display that looked almost like magic.
The so-called modern Jujutsu was, for now, still more of a flashy gimmick than anything else.
It could not be helped. Compared with ancient Jujutsu that had been developed over hundreds of years, modern techniques with complex chanics had a far harder ti making a na for themselves.
After all, with Satoru Gojo's combination of [Six Eyes] and [Limitless], he had basically beco an unbeatable broken monster.
The classic forum : Satoru Gojo with a PhD in physics. Even the King of Curses, Sukuna, would have to get on his knees and call him daddy.
Still, even if this was only a showy trick for now, the transmigrator believed that if he had a little more ti to train, the tiny breeze at his fingertip would one day grow into a storm strong enough to destroy a great tree.
That was also why Naoya Zenin had chosen to enter Kyoto Jujutsu High even if it ant becoming a teacher.
Within the rigid, backward Zenin Clan, there was no way to push his technique to a higher limit.
Only by entering the most cutting-edge place in the Jujutsu World, Jujutsu High, could he continue to strengthen himself.
But before that...
Naoya Zenin had to make sure that his life at Jujutsu High would not be disturbed by outsiders.
For example, by having to teach students.
Co on. He was a dood villain with a death flag hanging over his head. He still had a ton of things to do. He had no ti to waste at school.
And besides, even if he knew the original plot inside and out, Jujutsu Kaisen was not exactly going to explain how to train in Jujutsu.
So the transmigrator did the thing that best matched the original owner's character setting.
He crushed the students' self-esteem.
In other words, he started spewing trash talk and mocking them all at once, driving their hatred toward him to the maximum.
Kyoto Jujutsu High.
This was a place packed with nobles and geniuses whose noses were practically tilted up into the sky.
Which ant that as long as you put pressure on them, as long as you hurt even a tiny bit of their pride...
Then all you had to do was wait for a duel fought in the na of family honor.
But when it ca to actual dueling ability, this group of students stood no chance against him. After all, no matter how minor the original owner had been in the plot, he was still a Special Grade 1 Sorcerer.
And as for family background, that was even more laughable. How could they possibly compete with one of the Three Great Families?
If they could not beat him in a fight, and they could not outdo his family status either, then what else could they do?
The only thing left was for the students to collectively stay far away from Naoya Zenin.
Those noble trash who only planned to coast their way to a diploma would definitely never take his class.
And those genius students with strong pride would surely be too ashad after being humiliated by him.
Perfect.
In other words, from now on, Naoya Zenin was going to reverse-bully all of Kyoto Jujutsu High by himself.
If there were still students crazy enough to step on that landmine and choose his class, then the transmigrator would have nothing to say.
That kind of masochist was the worst. Probably the kind who used to hide a phone under the desk at school just to wait for the teacher to co over and inspect them personally.
Hopefully there were no freak students like that at this school.
So Naoya Zenin hurried to strike while the iron was hot. He gave a small cough and prepared to keep talking and turn up the pressure.
But before the transmigrator could open his mouth, an untily voice rang out.
"U-um! Zenin-sensei! I have a question!"
Taking advantage of the pause in Naoya Zenin's speech, Kasumi Miwa suddenly raised her right hand and shouted.
"I want to know, if everyone starts valuing modern Jujutsu, then what happens to a sorcerer like who relies on swordsmanship?"
That was the first thought to flash through Kasumi Miwa's mind after hearing Naoya Zenin's speech.
After all, she was just an ordinary person with no technique.
By all rights, Kasumi Miwa should never have had any chance of becoming a Jujutsu Sorcerer, much less studying at Jujutsu High.
And yet sohow, before she even realized it, she had beco a successor of the New Shadow Style.
This sword style, passed down since the Warring States period, allowed her to circulate Cursed Energy and beco a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
In other words.
Kasumi Miwa had no blessed bloodline backing her up.
She was not one of the chosen.
This blue-haired girl was simply an ordinary hard worker whose talent had blood through effort after the fact.
Even so, reality was often cruel.
Kasumi Miwa's strength was pitiful, to the point that everyone mocked her as useless Miwa.
Hearing the girl's question, Naoya Zenin could not help frowning.
In the original story, the original owner had never had any contact with Kasumi Miwa, and Kasumi Miwa was not an important character either. She was basically just a mascot who all but vanished later on.
And just as clearly, this was not her place to speak.
After all, Naoya Zenin was still in the middle of his speech. The question-and-answer session had not even begun yet, and Kasumi Miwa had failed to show even the most basic respect. That kind of rude behavior was enough to make the noble students below ashad to be associated with her.
Going by the original owner's attitude, Naoya Zenin had absolutely no reason to pay Kasumi Miwa any attention.
Because woman, fool, and idiot.
The three things this young master of the Zenin Clan hated most.
This blue-haired girl with the vacant, innocent look on her face possessed every single one of them.
But when the transmigrator saw Mai Zenin standing beside Kasumi Miwa, he thought for a mont, then still forced down his discomfort and spoke.
"Hmph. Woman, I cannot see the slightest possibility of a Jujutsu Sorcerer in you. All I can see is a piece of trash taking pride in her own effort and sweat."
"Uh..."
Kasumi Miwa froze on the spot.
She had obviously never done anything to provoke Mai's cousin, so why was this handso guy speaking so viciously?!
Was he not just outright calling her a hopeless piece of trash?!
After hearing Naoya Zenin's earlier speech, Kasumi Miwa had thought that if she learned modern Jujutsu, she might be able to grow stronger, and then earn more money to support her younger brothers.
But now that she thought about it...
Modern Jujutsu still required a technique, did it not?
And she had never awakened any technique at all.
So she really was not so late-blooming genius after all?!
So she really was a worthless piece of trash with nothing going for her!!!
Just as Kasumi Miwa lowered her head in despair, Naoya Zenin slowly added,
"But even soone as pitiful as you, even with that utterly ordinary blood running through your veins, has still obtained a one-of-a-kind talent. And that talent is proof that modern Jujutsu exists."
"An ordinary person with talent will inevitably stand above heaven's chosen ones who rely on bloodline!"
"Just like Toji Zenin, who was treated as worthless by the Jujutsu World from the mont he was born."
At those words, Mai Zenin, who had been keeping her head lowered, looked up in disbelief.
What the hell was he talking about?!
Toji Fushiguro had always been a stain on the Zenin Clan, a disgrace people avoided ntioning. Ever since he had been cast out of the clan, hardly anyone still brought up that abandoned child with no Cursed Energy.
And now, in front of half the Jujutsu World, Naoya Zenin, the next heir of the Zenin Clan, was actually raising the na of that sinner of the Jujutsu World, Toji Fushiguro, to such heights?
And he had even called him by the Zenin na?!
That was impossible, was it not?
After all...
Her sister and Toji had the sa technique.
They were both [Heavenly Restriction].
If Naoya Zenin praised Toji so highly, then did that not an he held the sa view of her sister as well?!
Was this really still the sa Naoya Zenin who had bullied her and her sister all their lives?!
And in the next mont, the words that ca out of Naoya Zenin's mouth left not only all the students present, but even the usually steady Principal Gakuganji, completely stunned.
"The ultimate goal I pursue is not a world where people can achieve greatness through bloodline alone. Talent. That is the dominion I seek."
The young noble raised his eyes with elegant ease. A dangerous gleam flowed through his amber pupils, reflecting the faint trace of mockery lingering at the corner of his lips.
"If any of you still retain even a shred of longing for truth..."
"If any of you still dream of using the body of an ant to glimpse the authority of the gods..."
"Then I would be more than happy to show you in class what true Jujutsu really is."
"Of course... that is only if you can bear the price of such knowledge."
Then the young noble turned and left, his haori billowing like the wings of a night crow, leaving every student in the hall shivering and not daring to make a sound.
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