With the disclosure of this groundbreaking technique, every student fell silent.
The classroom was clearly as quiet as a grave.
And yet the silence made their blood race all the more.
Especially once they realized the imnse potential contained within [Chantless Cursed Technique], and the revolutionary wave it could unleash across the Jujutsu World.
So of the more farsighted first-years even felt a chill run down their spines.
"If I hadn't chosen Naoya-sensei's course, and had made a different choice..."
"If I hadn't co to this class today..."
Using [Binding Vow] to cast techniques.
A thod of casting that went beyond common sense.
A thod that could even overturn the casting system of modern Jujutsu itself.
This was a world-shattering nightmare.
Abe no Seii was revered by countless sorcerers almost as a god.
The technique system established by that great onmyoji, the entire history of the Jujutsu World, would be completely rewritten from this day onward.
And the one rewriting it was Naoya Zenin, a Special Grade 1 Sorcerer!!!
Thank god.
At least this wasn't the kind of casting thod other people could learn just by watching it with their eyes.
At that mont, every student gathered there was thinking the sa thing.
Naoya-sensei hadn't lied.
Modern Jujutsu...
Really did exist!!!
The first impression Naoya Zenin had given the students was that of a frivolous, arrogant, cold, high-and-mighty noble, nothing like the teacher they had imagined in their hearts.
But now, everything was different.
Just look at him.
He had clearly demonstrated a Jujutsu technique that could only be described as a discovery of the century right in front of everyone.
And yet Naoya-sensei's expression had not changed at all.
He was still as arrogant as ever.
So arrogant he looked like a lion inspecting his own territory.
What was that called?
That was what it ant to be a true master.
Real masters were ruthless and didn't waste words.
Those people who could only yap on and on, repeating themselves in circles while constantly putting on airs, were the truly useless instructors at Jujutsu High.
No.
So of the sharper students had already realized sothing else was wrong.
Mai Zenin, for example.
The green-haired girl bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes full of complicated emotion as she arrived ahead of everyone else at an even more terrifying possibility.
No, that wasn't right. There was still a blind spot here.
If you invented a technique shocking enough to stun the world, yet still reacted with nothing more than that cold, expressionless face, what did that an?
It ant Naoya Zenin definitely had even more powerful techniques hidden away.
Jujutsu techniques even stronger, even more terrifying than [Chantless Cursed Technique]!!
How could that be...
Mai shook her head desperately, trying to deny the frightening thought.
Because Naoya Zenin was just an ignorant young master who had never properly applied himself.
Just as Momo Nishimiya had said, this cousin of hers was a fa-stealing fraud. Though he had been hailed as a prodigy since childhood, he had gradually beco ordinary as he grew older. There was no way he had this kind of talent. He only had a clan head father who doted on him and funneled every resource toward him.
How could he possibly have produced sothing this epoch-making?
R-right!
He must have stolen it!
Naoya Zenin had to have used so despicable thod to seize the credit from one of his subordinates, then deliberately transferred into Jujutsu High to gild himself with it!
anwhile, on the platform, Naoya Zenin was finally letting out a long sigh of relief inside.
Thank god.
He hadn't exposed the fact that his head was completely empty.
Because none of the students present had realized that in his very first class, he had not taught a single thing from the school's textbook!
He had successfully muddled his way through it!!!
After all, Naoya Zenin had never been a teacher before.
Honestly, if not for the effect of [Sigma Man], which made his every movent chanically precise, he definitely would have been so nervous just now that he'd have bitten his tongue.
Still, the students' reaction had clearly gone far beyond what this transmigrator had expected.
The way they were staring at him was practically the sa as housewives crowding at the entrance of a supermarket waiting for a huge sale.
Those burning gazes were so intense that Naoya Zenin almost felt scorched by them.
Had sothing gone wrong while he was lecturing just now?
Well, maybe that made sense.
For many of these students, their level still wasn't high enough for incantations to even beco necessary.
They probably couldn't appreciate the sheer value of being able to instantly fire off a technique with no startup at all.
Besides, [Binding Vow] itself was one of the most basic Jujutsu techniques. Once you understood it, any normal person could learn it easily.
...Which ant his preparation still hadn't been thorough enough?
Maybe a trump card of this level simply wasn't enough to intimidate a bunch of students this inexperienced.
The transmigrator felt deeply annoyed.
Damn, had he been too naive again?
Then what was he supposed to teach in the next class?
Reverse Cursed Technique?
But even he still hadn't mastered a high-level Jujutsu technique like that...
Naoya Zenin felt he needed to give it so serious thought.
But before ending this first class, there was still one thing this teacher needed to do. He had to deal with that annoying little witch in a way that was reasonable, and wouldn't leave her holding a grudge.
After all, she was Mai's friend. If he wanted to avoid getting killed and improve his relationship with Mai, he would need this little witch to help smooth things over and put in a few good words for him.
"Momo Nishimiya."
"W-wuh?!"
The little witch jumped on the spot and let out a startled squeak like a frightened rabbit. Even her twin tails nearly ca undone from the shock.
Naoya Zenin's sharp amber eyes reflected her flustered figure.
Momo Nishimiya considered herself a genius.
She was quite good at Jujutsu, and even Utahi-sensei had boldly declared that within a year, this little witch would graduate from Jujutsu High and beco a fully fledged Jujutsu Sorcerer.
She believed that herself, too.
Ever since childhood, anyone who had doubted Momo Nishimiya because of her mixed heritage had ultimately been won over by the ability she displayed and acknowledged her talent in Jujutsu.
But standing before Naoya Zenin.
Before this genius young master of the Zenin Clan.
Momo Nishimiya was genuinely a little scared now.
"W-what is it?!"
The little witch forced herself to sound calm.
She kept telling herself not to waver.
Even if she had lost to Naoya Zenin, she had to rember that he was the enemy who had tornted Mai since childhood.
She absolutely could not lose in terms of presence!!!
So she secretly pinched her thigh, trying to steady the tremor in her voice.
...This little thing was kind of fun.
Naoya Zenin had already seen right through the little witch's socially disastrous little gesture.
"Because of your preconceived bias, you interrupted my class multiple tis without my permission. Do you admit that?"
"...D-did I?"
"And on top of that, you showed no respect for your teacher and addressed by na during class. Do you admit that?"
"Ugh..."
That line of questioning, so impossible to refute, instantly filled Momo Nishimiya with a sense of defeat she had never imagined.
It was like being taken back to the mont she had just been born.
That feeling of trying so hard to take her first stumbling steps on the ground, only to never receive her parents' approval.
This is bad...
Why do I suddenly feel like crying...?
"I warned you from the start. This sort of behavior will absolutely not be tolerated in my classroom."
He's not going to throw out, is he...?
I-I'm still a senpai, you know...
Even if I'm only a second-year, I'm still Mai's upperclassman...
At the very least, at least appreciate the spirit I showed in daring to challenge you...
"Ugh...!!"
"Momo Nishimiya, minus fifty points."
A point deduction.
For an ordinary student, that would not have been hard to accept.
But for that arrogant little witch, it was a completely different matter.
The dignity of an upperclassman was absolutely inviolable.
Even losing a single point would have dealt Momo Nishimiya a heavy blow.
Because since the day she was born, no teacher had ever deducted points from her, and none ever would in the future.
To her, this was even more painful than losing.
"Any objections?"
"Hmph."
After a long silence, Momo Nishimiya flicked her blonde hair with practiced ease and answered coldly,
"A perfectly fair decision. I'll just earn those points back myself anyway!"
"No way."
"Even Nishimiya-senpai got points deducted?"
The other students were stunned that Momo Nishimiya had been docked points.
So this was Naoya-sensei?!
He was that manly?!
He punished even top students without exception?!
Momo Nishimiya did not say anything else.
She was not the type to make a scene, but if she stayed any longer and listened to the other students talking, she would only feel even more humiliated.
But just as the little witch, dazed and dispirited, was about to leave the classroom, Naoya Zenin's voice pulled her back on the spot.
"But your enthusiasm in class was comndable. I don't dislike talented students. Momo Nishimiya, plus fifty points."
One deduction, one addition.
Which ant nothing had happened at all.
The classic stick-and-carrot combo.
Naoya Zenin felt that move of his was genuinely brilliant.
How could he possibly afford to offend Momo Nishimiya?
Did he have a death wish?
Avoiding every possible death ending was his openly stated strategy right now.
The point deduction maintained the original owner's persona.
And the added points were the goodwill signal this transmigrator was sending out.
After all, this little witch was smart.
They would keep seeing each other around anyway. He was Mai's good cousin, and she was Mai's good girlfriend, so what overnight grudge could there possibly be between them?
Give her a way to step down, and they could reconcile.
"Is that so? Then thank you very much, Na-o-ya-sa-sensei."
Momo Nishimiya even put on a remarkably sweet smile, lightly lifting the hem of her skirt with slender fingers and giving Naoya Zenin an elegant lady's curtsy.
See? She was sensible too.
She had imdiately accepted his goodwill.
Even her eyes were starting to soften, her whole face turning bright red, and she had started stamring when she spoke.
A girl's blush said more than anything.
Could this be the power of a beautiful young man?
Had he really dazzled this little blonde loli outright?
Watching Momo Nishimiya return to her seat with reddened ears and unsteady steps, Naoya Zenin silently gave himself a ntal thumbs-up.
Good.
As expected of . Looks like I successfully avoided yet another death ending in the future.
…
"Nishimiya-senpai, are you okay?"
When Momo Nishimiya returned to her seat, the worried Kasumi Miwa hurriedly whispered a few words of comfort.
"Of course I'm fine."
Momo Nishimiya gave a cold snort, looking no different from usual. She did not seem hurt at all.
Wow!! As expected of the amazing Nishimiya-senpai! She gets over anything in no ti!!
Kasumi Miwa let out a huge sigh of relief.
She knew exactly how strong Momo Nishimiya's pride was.
It was hard to imagine how devastated she must have felt after being criticized by that new teacher in front of everyone.
But apparently I was worrying for nothing!
Honestly, thinking that lofty Nishimiya-senpai would crack like that. That was such a stupid thought.
Uh, but then why are her ears so red? And why does her whole head look like it's steaming?
Momo Nishimiya paid no attention to Kasumi Miwa's wild thoughts. She simply stared fixedly at the podium.
More precisely, she was staring at Naoya Zenin as he taught.
"Damn it. How dare you look down on ...!"
"Naoya Zenin, one day I'll make you regret this!!!"
There was no doubt about it.
A blaze fierce enough to burn everything down had already ignited in those eyes.
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