So this is a teacher's private office?
The naplate at the entrance bore the na Naoya Zenin.
Contrary to his expectations, the staff offices at Kyoto Jujutsu High were basically all private. Instead of several teachers being squeezed into one cramped room like in an ordinary high school, they each had fairly spacious personal offices, more like professors at a prestigious university.
Then again, the Jujutsu World had always been a place with too few people and too much work. Top-tier Jujutsu Sorcerers were few and far between, and Kyoto Jujutsu High was one of the top schools around, so this kind of treatnt really was not surprising.
That worked out just fine.
With the original host's unruly personality, if he really had to share an office with other teachers, he would definitely end up causing the kind of trouble he wanted no part of.
Besides, Kyoto Jujutsu High was mostly full of supporting characters in the original story. Even among the Senseis, there were barely any who could really fight. Thinking about it carefully, there was basically no one worth chatting up.
Kusakabe, who had mastered the New Shadow Style, did at least have a few redeeming qualities.
But his current mastery of [Projection Sorcery] was still nowhere near the point where it could be used together with weapons. If he wasted his ti training swordsmanship now, it would only drag down his progress. Completely not worth it.
Of course.
The main reason was still that the New Shadow Style was garbage.
Just thinking about people like i i and Kusakabe surviving to the final round was practically an insult to hardworking Kento Nanami.
Even if he really did try to get on Kusakabe's good side, that slacker would only hide behind him when it actually mattered.
No, he still needed to build a good relationship with Gojo.
The transmigrator quietly made up his mind.
That way, when the critical mont ca, he could hide behind him instead.
Naoya Zenin then raised a hand, pushed open the office door, and stepped inside.
What he never expected, however, was this.
There was an uninvited guest in his office, soone he had not expected at all.
The afternoon sunlight stread through the office's floor-to-ceiling windows, softened into a warm golden gauze that gently spread over the black sofa inside.
Sitting quietly in the middle of the sofa was a black-haired woman dressed in crimson shrine maiden robes. Her fingertips cradled a plain white porcelain teacup, with warm steam curling upward and winding around her fingers, making her already cool, gentle presence seem even softer and more distant.
The most striking thing about her was the light brown scar on her left cheek, slanting from below her cheekbone down to her jaw. Rather than diminishing her beauty, it added a touch of toughness and heroic grace, creating a curious contrast with her gentle brows and eyes.
Utahi Iori sat with her eyes lowered. Her long lashes cast faint shadows beneath her eyelids, and her dark pupils reflected the ripples in the tea. Her expression was calm and unreadable, as though she had already been waiting in this office for a very long ti.
Why had she co to see him?
There was very little about Utahi Iori in Jujutsu Kaisen. Even this transmigrator, who knew the original plot inside and out, could not figure out at first why she had suddenly co knocking.
Could it be the original host had so kind of hidden history with Utahi Iori?
That damn scumbag.
Even though he had no idea why Utahi Iori was here waiting for him, Naoya Zenin still walked in with a feigned air of ease and closed the door behind him.
No matter what happened next, until he figured out why she had co here, he could not let any of his inner panic show.
Click.
As the door shut, the room fell into a suffocating silence.
Naoya Zenin, of course, said nothing.
He simply sat down on the sofa opposite her, crossed one leg over the other, and swept Utahi Iori with a cold gaze.
That bold, arrogant stare was practically like a tongue, brazenly licking across Utahi Iori's pretty face.
Even Utahi Iori, usually steady and composed, found it hard to endure such an almost invasive stare.
He really did live up to his reputation as the Zenin Clan's next heir.
She had heard plenty of rumors about him before, but she had never expected that eting him in person would still make her feel such overwhelming pressure.
He was different from Satoru Gojo.
Naoya Zenin's domineering presence was authority in the truest sense.
Every movent carried the weight of a thousand-year-old clan, the contempt of soone above for those beneath him, and the bluntest kind of humiliation a man could inflict on a woman.
And she had actually co here herself to make trouble for soone like this.
Even the hand with which the shrine maiden held her teacup had started trembling in fear.
No.
She absolutely could not let her panic show.
She had waited in this office for at least two hours before finally catching him after class.
She had been nursing this cup of tea for practically the whole afternoon.
If it ca down to presence alone, she definitely had the upper hand.
The one who moved later would strike first.
At a mont like this, she had to keep watching and wait for an opening. She had to crush the enemy with sheer aura.
Naoya Zenin just kept watching her tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear with one finger and lower her head to sip tea as if nothing was wrong.
...No.
Was this woman an idiot?
How could one cup of tea take this long to drink?
She was the one who ca looking for him, so why had she stopped talking completely the mont he sat down?
His eyes were starting to hurt from glaring.
What the hell was she trying to do?
Did she seriously think they had so old score to settle, so she had co here for revenge?
Could he even beat her?
Wasn't Utahi Iori supposed to be a support type? She basically had no combat ability, right?
But she also seed to be on very good terms with Satoru Gojo. What if they started fighting and she called Gojo over halfway through to beat him up?
Holy shit, so she was a magical cat or sothing?
The transmigrator's thoughts were a complete ss.
Naoya Zenin was right.
Won really were terrifying.
Co to think of it, every person who had co to make trouble for him lately had been a woman.
You had no idea what was going on inside their heads. They would just sit there in silence, then sohow make the whole room feel heavy and oppressive.
In a ga of Werewolf, people at least had to speak up and explain their reasoning.
What was this, so kind of guessing ga?
Calm down first.
True experts did not talk much.
He had to hold the line with nothing but a glare here. He absolutely could not be the first to expose a weakness.
Ti passed second by second.
Utahi Iori only felt Naoya Zenin's gaze growing more and more terrifying.
Even though she had kept her head lowered and focused on her tea, out of the corner of her eye she could still vaguely make out a crimson, bloodlike gleam in those amber eyes, as if so bloodthirsty beast were roaring inside them.
How could anyone have such terrifying eyes?
Utahi Iori suddenly felt her mouth go dry. Without realizing it, she lost her composure, and by the ti she ca back to herself, she had already drained the teacup completely.
...He really did live up to his reputation as the Zenin Clan's next heir.
His ntal fortitude was simply too terrifying.
The shrine maiden had never imagined that the situation she had worked so hard to build would be broken through so easily by this noble young master.
In that case, there was no choice left. She could only draw the sword from its sheath and face fate head-on.
"Zenin-sensei, I've been waiting for you a long ti."
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