After pulling an all-nighter studying, Naoya Zenin found that he did not feel sleepy in the slightest.
Maybe it was because the pressure of preparing lessons was too intense, or maybe his regular training with [Projection Sorcery] had greatly strengthened his brain's processing power.
Whatever the reason, by the ti he ca back to himself and looked at the clock, it was already four-thirty in the morning.
His mind was completely awake.
Only the fatigue in his body reminded Naoya Zenin that he had not slept all night.
As expected of Naoya-sensei, who loved chipping people down.
This blond bastard really did have a different kind of physique. There was sothing aesthetically pleasing about it, like an athlete's body.
"But I still really like the feeling of lazing in bed..."
Even though he was not sleepy, staying up without sleeping felt far too strange.
So before dawn fully broke, Naoya Zenin decided to close his eyes and take a quick nap.
He had originally planned to sneak back to his room and doze for a little while, but the next mont a system prompt popped up.
[Action Failed!]
[Your action did not pass the [Sigma Male] check!]
[To ensure your clothes and hairstyle remain clean and neat, please make sure to bathe before sleeping!]
And in the very next instant, the transmigrator, who had just been drifting off comfortably, suddenly felt goosebumps erupt all over his body.
So itchy!
It felt as though thousands of ants were crawling across his back!
The young noble imdiately felt an itch rising from deep in his bones. That intense, nauseating sensation made him spring up from the desk at once and rush headlong into the bathhouse outside.
By the ti Naoya Zenin had finally washed himself thoroughly from head to toe and was ready to co out and catch a little sleep, the sky outside the window had already started to turn pale.
He let out a long sigh inwardly.
Do you love bathing that much? Did you crawl out of a sewer like so little crocodile?
Still, after washing up so thoroughly, he did feel much more comfortable, and even the exhaustion in his body had eased a fair bit.
So Naoya Zenin simply went downstairs, called for a servant, happily ate breakfast, and then prepared to head to Kyoto Jujutsu High early to get today's lesson ready.
After a whole night spent organizing things, Naoya Zenin ultimately decided to heavily revise the teaching materials he had dug out of the taboo vault.
After all, his own knowledge was limited, and in the original story Jujutsu was also mainly combat-oriented, so theoretical material was best avoided as much as possible.
And besides, the things sealed in the taboo vault were all ancient forbidden texts, so they were packed with obscure aristocratic terminology.
Even though he had never been a teacher before, Naoya Zenin still felt that if he was going to teach, then no matter what, he ought to do the job properly.
After all, when he was a student himself, he had noticed that so teachers had such heavy accents that students from other regions could not understand a word.
So the transmigrator decided to give all the students genuinely useful practical techniques as much as possible, while also keeping his own empty theoretical level from being exposed.
Abandon rote teaching.
Push his way into the trenches through practical combat.
And try to [fight] his way into becoming one with the students.
Tch.
What he feared most was having female students below him.
Naoya Zenin had realized that the thing he currently had the least control over was just how irritated he felt toward won.
Especially stupid won. They genuinely made him irritable, the kind of irritation he simply could not suppress at all.
Fuck, was the original owner actually gay?!
Still, the transmigrator remained very optimistic.
After all, Jujutsu High did not have many students to begin with. And on top of that, he had gone a little too hard in making an example of people during his speech, so he figured there would probably be very few students coming to his class, much less any won he had openly humiliated.
Although in the original work there did not seem to be many students attending classes at Jujutsu High, this was still the place that gathered the most talented Jujutsu Sorcerers from all across Kansai. As one of the two pillars of the Jujutsu World, any given course still required at least ten students to enroll.
Of course, the school would not cancel a class just because no one wanted to take it, nor would they simply watch so professionally irresponsible teacher collect a paycheck for free.
When there were no other classes left to choose from, there would always be students forced into balancing enrollnt. They would have no choice but to take his course with heavy hearts.
And besides, as an heir to one of the Three Great Families and a Special Grade 1 Sorcerer, no matter how bad his temper was, it should not be so terrible that he could not even hit the minimum of ten students.
Probably around twenty students or so...
Twenty students would be a bit more work, but the fewer the students, the easier things would be.
The important part was that there would not be any female students.
With that thought in mind, Naoya Zenin finally opened the door and stepped into the classroom.
"...Huh?"
The transmigrator's brow twitched uncontrollably.
What the hell?
Where the hell had he ended up?
Was this still a classroom at Jujutsu High?!
He had expected a class of twenty people at most, but instead it had already hit maximum capacity!
Looking at at least fifty students sitting in their seats in full gear, Naoya Zenin already felt a headache coming on.
No way.
Dear god.
Had he not warned these people during the speech?!
Had he not already made it that obvious and told them outright that taking his class was basically asking to die?!
Only masochists would sign up for a teacher like this, right?!
Were all the students at Jujutsu High actually masochists?!
Of the students gathered in the classroom, nearly sixty percent were first-years who had only recently enrolled.
And the other forty percent were actually second-years and third-years from Kyoto Jujutsu High!
Aoi Todo, Momo Nishimiya, Noritoshi Kamo...
Basically every Kyoto student who had ever shown up in the original work was here in this class.
Naoya Zenin understood the situation instantly.
Because he was a transfer teacher who had joined midway through the term, the school had not yet decided which year group he was supposed to teach.
So for the ti being, students from every year were allowed to attend his classes.
And worst of all, that girl was sitting right there in the very front row.
Mai Zenin.
No!
It was Kasumi Miwa sitting beside her!!!
Those blue eyes of hers were full of wild hostility, fixed on Naoya Zenin like a hyena staring down prey.
Without question, the worst possible situation had arrived.
Not only were there female students in the classroom.
There was also Kasumi Miwa, who stepped perfectly on every one of the original owner's landmines, soone he found utterly unbearable!
It was obvious she was still holding a grudge over the humiliation from his speech. Otherwise, there was no way she would be staring at him with a look of pure hatred even stronger than Mai Zenin's.
If this genius Jujutsu Sorcerer made even the slightest mistake in class, then without a doubt, that stupid woman would open her mouth and bite back at him imdiately!
This was not the kind of pressure he had imagined teaching would involve.
If this kept going, then with his head full of nothing, he really would be chewed up and swallowed whole by the students in this classroom!
Naoya Zenin realized he had seriously underestimated this group of students.
Kyoto Jujutsu High was obviously a top-tier academy that could only be entered through fierce competition.
The most outstanding children in the entire Jujutsu World gathered here. Treating them like ordinary students had been a huge mistake from the start.
Making an example out of soone?
Applying pressure through insults?
That kind of provocation had not scared these students off at all. It had only completely ignited their competitive spirit!
He had never expected that the greatest crisis he would face would not be Satoru Gojo, nor Kenjaku, nor even Sukuna.
But instead...
Would it really be these furious students?
Looking at this group of students who seed ready to tear him apart alive, the transmigrator's heart truly stopped for the first ti.
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