Jujutsu Kaisen: Naoya Zenin Wants to Live! Chapter 29: That Name, Beyond All Doubt

Utahi Iori had still underestimated just how dark the Zenin Clan really was.

All that talk about a lifeti, about whether she could bear soone else's life, about handing over the rest of one's life, about being bound by a shared destiny...

S-so scary!

Way too scary!!!

Could it be that Naoya Zenin was not actually so sister-abusing monster?

Was he really an utterly twisted, pathologically obsessive sister complex case?!

Does hitting an affection and scolding an love?

Good grief, Asian parenting really is sothing else!

No wonder Mai Zenin refused to talk about her family after coming to school. With a cousin that dark and deranged at ho, anyone would be scared out of their mind.

And Naoya Zenin and Mai Zenin were not even brother and sister. They were only cousins, right?

On top of that, the future heir of the Zenin Clan had always remained single...

And on top of that, he had clearly called ugly in front of everyone that day, but today he said I was beautiful...

No way...

There is no way sothing this ssed up could actually exist...

"How did it go?"

Leaving the office with a hand over her face, lost in thought, Utahi Iori turned the corner and walked straight into Satoru Gojo, who had clearly been waiting there for quite a while.

"That guy's pretty weird, right?"

"Sa. To. Ru. Gojo!!!"

Clutching her aching head, Utahi Iori looked up and glared furiously at him.

"Huh? Utahi, why are you mad?"

Satoru Gojo spread his hands.

"I have not done anything at all."

"You deliberately stood around in a place like this with [Limitless Technique] active just to disgust , did you not?!"

"How scary. Girls who act too violently are not very lovable, you know!"

Satoru Gojo just stood there snickering while Utahi Iori kept pounding both fists against the invisible barrier.

Only after confirming that the shrine maiden had finally worn herself out did he pull out a gift from behind his back.

"Here. I brought you a gift from Tokyo."

"Hmph. At least you still have a little conscience when it cos to your senpai."

The mont she heard there was a gift, Utahi Iori finally cald down and hurried to unwrap it.

anwhile, Satoru Gojo raised a finger and explained helpfully from the side, "It is daifuku I specifically lined up for at a trendy shop in Shinjuku. The flavor is bubble milk tea, which kids these days absolutely love."

"What the hell is this supposed to be?! Could you not at least have brought so good sake?!"

"Drinking culture is a bad custom, you know?"

"If you keep eating sweet things like this all day, you are going to get diabetes soday!!!"

"Uh... diabetes?"

Unexpectedly, Satoru Gojo actually took that jab seriously and started rubbing his chin while muttering to himself.

"That does sound kind of scary... Co to think of it, can Reverse Cursed Technique treat diabetes?"

The two of them fully fell into conversation and started chatting as they walked down the hallway.

"Why are you still in Kyoto?"

"Mmm, I have had so troubleso matters to deal with lately, so I am planning to stay here a little longer."

"...Is it because of Geto?"

"Yeah. The Star Religious Group he left behind is a complete ss. Nothing I can do about it. Ever since that guy left , he has always loved causing trouble for other people."

"Sigh. Geto was not bad by nature. He just went down the wrong path for a while. My condolences."

"Yeah, that is what I think too."

Satoru Gojo's previously cheerful tone turned icy in an instant.

"So for the people trying to defile my best friend's corpse after his death, I will make them pay tenfold, a hundredfold, or even a thousandfold!"

"...Naoya Zenin. Honestly, even I cannot tell what kind of person he really is anymore."

Of course, Utahi Iori knew that Suguru Geto's body had fallen into the Zenin Clan's hands.

She had not been qualified to attend that eting, but the news had long since spread throughout the entire Jujutsu World.

If you asked what kind of impression she had of Naoya Zenin before today, then in her mind he had always been nothing less than a thoroughly irredeemable piece of trash.

But now...

Uh, at the very least, she would have to add a terminal sister complex to the front of that description.

"So he's innocent?"

Satoru Gojo asked.

"Innocent?"

Utahi Iori frowned.

"You are still going on about that absurd fantasy?"

"Yeah. We have always had enemy informants around us."

The strongest modern Jujutsu Sorcerer said it in a casual tone, but what he said was explosive.

"There are too many things about the [Night Parade of a Hundred Demons] incident that do not add up. Even the way the Star Religious Group expanded far exceeded our expectations. Much as I hate to admit it, I am afraid Suguru was only a pawn. There has to be soone else behind it all."

"But [Jujutsu Headquarters] has already declared that Geto was the mastermind."

"That is exactly why I said we have a mole in our ranks."

Satoru Gojo pointed upward with a finger.

"The enemy... might even be hiding up there."

"You really have no regard for your life!"

Utahi Iori tried to cover Satoru Gojo's mouth, but [Limitless Technique] was far too powerful. She could not do any such thing and could only stand there watching as the strongest modern Jujutsu Sorcerer kept saying outrageous things.

"I can guarantee that the Gojo Clan is clean, but what about the Zenin Clan? Could they be working with the enemy? Could Naoya Zenin be an undercover piece deliberately planted by the higher-ups in the Jujutsu World? That is what worries most."

Jujutsu High stood completely apart from the Three Great Families. It was a sanctuary created specifically to raise the next generation of Jujutsu Sorcerers. You could even say that not even the higher-ups could force their way into it. They had to issue orders through [Jujutsu Headquarters] if they wanted to interfere.

And Naoya Zenin was not a student raised by Jujutsu High.

He was a Jujutsu Sorcerer cultivated under the Zenin Clan's elite education.

By all logic, Naoya Zenin should have been an aristocrat, in other words, a conservative who championed ancient Jujutsu.

But for so reason, during that speech, he had completely stunned the higher-ups.

Naoya Zenin turned out to be a populist, a reformist who supported modern Jujutsu.

That left Satoru Gojo completely unable to tell which side Naoya Zenin was really on.

If Naoya Zenin was a pawn planted by the higher-ups, then Satoru Gojo could snatch Suguru Geto's body back without any hesitation.

But if Naoya Zenin was actually a progressive like him, soone who dread of reforming the Jujutsu World, then there was no reason to lose a potential ally.

So he had been quietly observing him this whole ti, hoping to use Utahi Iori's opinion to figure out what kind of Jujutsu Sorcerer Naoya Zenin really was.

"...To be honest, I do not know either."

Utahi Iori recalled her conversation with Naoya Zenin, or more precisely, all the different attitudes he had shown.

In every gesture, he looked like a feudal aristocrat.

Even the things he had done in the past all proved that Naoya Zenin, like many of the Jujutsu higher-ups, was the kind of scum who would devour people whole without spitting out the bones.

But when she thought about how he had behaved since coming to Jujutsu High, she found herself unable to co to a conclusion.

Was he good or was he bad?

Good was good, and bad was bad.

That should have been a simple and obvious truth.

But what did good and bad even an?

There was always sothing about Naoya Zenin that felt strangely wicked and alluring. More precisely, he was soone who walked his own path.

Both righteous and evil?

Either he really was a misunderstood, pathologically obsessive sister complex case.

Or he was a perfect wolf in sheep's clothing.

Either way, he did not seem like soone who could be trusted.

"I do not think we can trust him yet, but I also have not found anything suspicious about him."

"Is that so?"

"But there is one thing I can say for certain."

"What?"

"Naoya Zenin is absolutely no ordinary person."

"Why do you say that?"

"All I can say is... this is a woman's intuition."

There had once been a saying in Kyoto that Naoya Zenin was a genius who peaked too early.

Unlike Satoru Gojo, who had blood brilliantly, Naoya Zenin had been called a prodigy since childhood, yet after growing up he made no real waves at all. Everyone had begun to doubt his strength, wondering whether he was just another child prodigy who ca to nothing, a fraud propped up by his family na.

But Utahi Iori could now say with certainty that Naoya Zenin was absolutely not useless.

It was an indescribable feeling.

There was no helping it. Experience said that this kind of dark, psychologically twisted sister-obsessed man was bound to be strong.

After hearing Utahi Iori's opinion, Satoru Gojo finally made up his mind.

"Fine then. In that case, I will not go looking for trouble with him. Having Suguru's body in his hands is still more reliable than letting those Jujutsu higher-ups take it away."

At that point, Satoru Gojo finally rembered sothing.

"By the way, what about you? Did you not go to talk things over with him? How did it turn out in the end? Do you need to graciously step in and help you?"

"Now that you ntion it, that really does get to the point."

Utahi Iori's expression finally turned serious.

"Gojo, have you ever heard of soone?"

"What?"

"A Jujutsu Sorcerer Naoya Zenin specifically asked to find."

"Who?"

"I do not know either. It is a na I have never heard before in the Jujutsu World, but Naoya Zenin insisted that I find this Jujutsu Sorcerer."

Satoru Gojo's expression also gradually turned serious.

Utahi Iori was his senpai, and while she might not have had much ability, she still ca from a distinguished family. What Jujutsu Sorcerer could there possibly be that even she had never heard of?

And if even Naoya Zenin, the young master of one of the Three Great Families, wanted this Jujutsu Sorcerer tracked down personally, then there could only be one answer.

This person had to be an absolute top-tier expert.

And so, under Satoru Gojo's intense anticipation, Utahi Iori finally parted her lips and, with the utmost reverence, spoke that na.

"[The Tiger of West Junior High]. Yuji Itadori!!!"