Perfect.
Naoya Zenin, who had just made his grand exit after showing off, was feeling thoroughly pleased with himself.
That had been a beautiful opening display.
The very last line of his speech had already made his aning perfectly clear.
[If any of you dare sign up for my class, I'll fucking break your legs.]
The reason he had thrown out so many threats and painted so many grand visions in front of the entire school was simple. He did not want anyone to know that he was actually a complete amateur when it ca to Jujutsu.
On top of that, the original owner already had the personality of an arrogant man who looked down on commoners, so no one would think Naoya Zenin had done anything strange. At most, they would just think Principal Gakuganji had really gone senile for hiring soone this vicious as a teacher. Was that not just pure torture for everyone?
Even if not a single student showed up for his class, Naoya Zenin would still be able to remain at Jujutsu High and devote himself to training.
That was the best possible outco.
He had to gain the power to protect himself as quickly as possible. Only then, when the original storyline truly began, would he be able to change the course of events and escape death.
As for Mai Zenin...
The transmigrator thought back to the green-haired girl standing beside Kasumi Miwa just now.
He had no intention of causing trouble for Mai.
On the contrary, when it ca to these female characters who could lead directly to his death ending, all he wanted was to keep his distance.
Mai would die after the Shibuya Incident. In other words, until then, he was safe.
As long as he could protect her, Maki would not awaken [Heavenly Restriction], and that absurdly overpowered cousin would not go massacre the Zenin Clan.
If he could improve their relationship, that would naturally be best.
But when he thought of all the awful things the original owner had done to those sisters, that kind of happy ending was basically impossible.
So when it ca to Mai Zenin, Naoya Zenin's feelings were honestly pretty complicated right now.
Anyway, better to stay as far away from her as possible.
Ti washed everything clean.
"An ordinary person with talent will inevitably stand above heaven's chosen ones who rely on bloodline. I have to say, you really said sothing bold back there."
A flippant voice rang out.
Naoya Zenin turned around and saw a white-haired man standing in the shadows at the far end of the corridor, leaning against the wall and watching him.
He was a handso man with his eyes covered by a strip of black cloth.
His hair was a flawless white, not that faded pale silver, but a clean brilliance almost like shining snow.
He was tall, strikingly so, his black uniform fitted close over a lean but powerfully built fra.
The man clearly could not see anything, and yet the instant their gazes t, a wave of goosebumps prickled up the back of Naoya Zenin's neck.
He had been seen through.
It felt as though one glance was all this man needed to pierce through every layer of disguise he had piled up.
That was [Six Eyes].
That was the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of the modern era. [Satoru Gojo]!!!
"Still, you shouldn't have humiliated that kid in public. She was pretty polite, at least. If you act like that as a teacher, no one's going to like your class."
Naoya Zenin looked at Satoru Gojo expressionlessly.
But beneath that calm face, his mind was already in total chaos.
Why had he suddenly co to Kyoto?
And why had he specifically been waiting here for him?
Even though he knew Satoru Gojo was one of the main cast, soone he absolutely needed to build a good relationship with in the future, the fear buried deep in the original owner's heart still made the transmigrator's voice almost start shaking.
Thankfully, he managed to hold himself together and did not go completely weak in the knees.
After all, the Zenin Clan and the Gojo Clan had a blood feud going back generations.
As the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of the modern era, Satoru Gojo could kill Naoya Zenin as casually as flicking away dust.
And with Toji's attempted assassination of Gojo added on top of that, old grudges and new grudges had piled together. There was basically no interaction at all between Satoru Gojo and Naoya Zenin.
Much less a scene like this, like soone waiting for you after school to walk ho together.
Naoya Zenin could only think of four words.
He was here with bad intentions.
"...That kid?"
The transmigrator took a long ti to settle his emotions before finally tilting his head and asking in return.
"The blue-haired girl who looked pretty well-behaved, the one with the distinctive bangs... uh... what was her na again?"
Satoru Gojo frowned and thought for a long while. The cold, oppressive atmosphere he had built up earlier instantly scattered, and instead he looked like an idiot student scratching his head because he could not rember what he had studied the day before.
"You an that rude idiot woman who interrupted my speech?"
"Yes, yes, that one! A girl like that is really cute, and especially easy to teach. Man, if only Tokyo had students that obedient."
Naoya Zenin was completely lost.
Why had Satoru Gojo co all the way from Tokyo, why had he been waiting here of all places, and why was he suddenly talking about Kasumi Miwa?
Was he implying sothing?
But in the original story, Satoru Gojo was not the kind of person who sched this heavily. Could it really be that he had simply co as a fellow teacher to talk to him about how he treated students?
"Hmph. That is exactly how won ought to be. Staying three steps behind n and obediently serving tea and pouring water is enough."
"...Seriously? Are you saying won do not need to study or work?"
One of Satoru Gojo's brows twitched.
"I did not say that much."
Naoya Zenin replied coldly.
"A woman's ability is like sugar in black tea. It does feel like sothing is missing without it, but add too much and it seriously ruins the flavor of the tea."
"Well..."
Satoru Gojo scratched his head.
"After hearing your speech earlier, I thought maybe we might actually have so common ground. But I guess I really just never get along with the Zenin Clan..."
Damn.
Had he ssed up the wording just now?
The transmigrator was inwardly full of regret, but there was nothing he could do. Satoru Gojo just had to ask about the original owner's views on won, and that had gone straight into Naoya Zenin's core setting.
Could he not change the subject?
Gojo, switch to so topic about male friendship. I could still reluctantly beco your second best friend!
"That works too."
Naoya Zenin gave a perfunctory nod and prepared to leave.
"Trying to run away?"
But Satoru Gojo did not let Naoya Zenin get away so easily.
He lifted a hand to block Naoya Zenin's path. The face that had been smiling so casually a mont ago suddenly turned cold, and he stared at the transmigrator with naked killing intent.
"Naoya Zenin, I need an explanation."
The transmigrator's heart skipped a beat.
Seriously, man, do you not need any cooldown at all to switch faces like that?
Sure enough, Satoru Gojo really had changed the subject.
And it was exactly the subject this transmigrator most wanted to hear.
Naly, the matter of male friendship.
"What exactly are you planning to do with Suguru's body. With my best friend's body...?"
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