"Young Master, it's Oda. Class is about to start."
By the ti he ca back to himself, Naoya Zenin had already been at the training grounds for over two hours.
Ah...
Ti to teach again...
Naoya Zenin's mood instantly hit rock bottom.
For this transmigrator, practicing jujutsu was genuinely fun. If nobody interrupted him, he could probably tinker around here all day.
Teaching, on the other hand, was another matter entirely.
Naoya Zenin knew absolutely nothing about the school's curriculum. He had no performance pressure, no professional pride, and no attachnt to the work.
If this were the original Naoya Zenin, he probably would have found great pleasure in teaching class and putting students in their place. It would have been another way to show off his status.
But for this transmigrator, just thinking about dealing with all the trouble Kasumi Miwa and Momo Nishimiya might stir up in class was enough to give him a headache.
He had barely bluffed his way through the first lesson with [Binding Vow]...
So what the hell was he supposed to teach in the second?
Whatever it was, it definitely could not be textbook material. He did not understand the fundantals of jujutsu at all. The mont he tried teaching that, he would be exposed on the spot.
Full of dread, Naoya Zenin arrived at the classroom. Before he had even figured out what today's lesson should be, the rookie teacher noticed quite a few students crowded around the door.
"Why are you all blocking the doorway instead of waiting inside for class?"
What happened to discipline?
Naoya Zenin thought that if this had happened back when he was a student, the horoom teacher would definitely have roared that this was the worst class he had ever taught.
"Ah... Naoya-sensei..."
The mont they saw Naoya Zenin approaching, the students visibly got nervous. One by one, they lowered their heads and did not dare explain themselves.
"Explain."
Naoya Zenin looked at the student at the front. Those amber eyes carried an intense pressure.
"N-Naoya-sensei... we're students who wanted to sit in on the class..."
The student in front imdiately confessed honestly.
"We heard that your last lesson covered so really amazing jujutsu techniques, and we wanted to co learn too, but there weren't any seats left in the classroom..."
Holy shit.
My class is already full?!
There are not even any seats left for auditors?!
Naoya Zenin was already screaming in despair on the inside, but on the surface he remained perfectly calm.
"Behavior like this only disrupts order at Jujutsu High. I dislike students with no sense of discipline."
Hearing Naoya Zenin's stern tone, the students imdiately got the ssage and all drooped in disappointnt.
"O-Okay... then we'll leave right away..."
"Who said you could leave on your own?"
Naoya Zenin impatiently pushed open the classroom door.
"All of you get in here. Line up in three rows against the wall and find whatever empty space you can sit in. If I hear so much as a sound, you are out of this classroom imdiately!"
The students froze for a mont, then their faces lit up with delight.
They were just about to cheer when Naoya Zenin's gaze suddenly turned cold, and they could only shuffle in cautiously.
Once the last student had nervously sat down on the floor, Naoya Zenin finally made his way up to the podium.
"If you insist on sitting in, then you will follow my rules."
Naoya Zenin thought that if he kept letting them line up outside like this, then sooner or later his classroom was going to turn into so viral jujutsu-world tourist spot.
No.
He had to give these nosy students a proper scare, so that nobody would dare co sit in again.
"First, no questions without permission. Second, if anyone dares whisper during class..."
He abruptly raised a hand. Four small knives appeared between his fingers and shot downward in an instant.
Kasumi Miwa, who had just been whispering to Mai, only felt a sharp gust brush past her ear. In the next second, the four knives slamd down with perfect precision between her and Mai Zenin, planting themselves into the desk and drawing a hard dividing line between them.
"Uwah?!"
Kasumi Miwa, who had been giggling behind her hand a mont ago, went deathly pale. The words at the tip of her tongue were forced right back down, and she did not even dare breathe too loudly.
"What insane speed!"
Kokichi Muta was startled.
From his perspective, the whole process, from warning to attack, had taken no more than the blink of an eye.
And that speed blatantly defied physics.
Nobody could see his movents. It was like an incantation-free technique. As if the entire process had been skipped, and only the result was left behind in the world.
Was this another effect of [Binding Vow]?
Every student present stared blankly at the knives. Their blades were sunk deep into the wooden surface, the handles still trembling faintly, their cold gleam painful to look at.
"This is what happens."
That display was enough to scare not just the auditing students, but even the regular students half to death.
Wait, what?
Naoya-sensei, can you stop ti or sothing?!
Where did those weapons even co from?!
And what kind of Jujutsu Sorcerer uses throwing knives to sneak attack people?!
Your modern jujutsu is way too shaless!
Even Momo Nishimiya was stunned.
So this was the strength of a Special Grade 1 Sorcerer?
So this was the depth of one of the Three Great Families?
Was Naoya Zenin secretly so legendary ninja or what?!
Only Mai Zenin did not panic like the other students.
On the contrary, seeing the other students standing there like idiots who had never seen anything before actually struck the Zenin young lady as a little funny.
Be awed by the strength of the Zenin Clan, you commoners.
Of course, she knew that Naoya Zenin, just like Naobito Zenin, had inherited the sa technique. Both were sorcerers famous for their speed, so it was hardly surprising that he could display this kind of strength.
She did not know the secret behind the technique, but he had, after all, been spoiled by Naobito Zenin. The old clan head had passed everything he had on to his son, and that was exactly how he had raised such an ignorant scumbag.
Thinking of that, Mai looked up at Naoya Zenin on the podium with a complicated expression.
Why exactly had that utterly vile cousin of hers given her and Maki a 100 million yen sponsorship?
Mai Zenin was not that stupid.
The mont she learned that she had received an anonymous 100 million yen sponsorship, she knew without question that it had to be Naoya Zenin's doing.
Maybe that idiot sister of hers would think so kindhearted person had co to help them, that soone had recognized their potential.
But Mai would never think that.
The reason was simple.
Because in the entire jujutsu world, no one would dare sponsor this cursed pair of twins.
Mai knew very well that she had no talent to speak of. Although she possessed the extrely rare [Construction Technique], the total amount of Cursed Energy she had was absolutely at the very bottom of the jujutsu world. Even that useless Kasumi Miwa could completely stomp her.
Unlike most techniques, [Construction Technique] relied entirely on the user's own Cursed Energy to construct matter from scratch, and even after the technique ended, the object would not disappear. Because of that, the Cursed Energy cost was enormous and placed a huge burden on the body.
Mai's limit was creating one bullet a day.
So the mont she received that sky-high sponsorship, Mai knew it had to be Naoya Zenin.
She truly could not understand what Naoya Zenin was trying to do.
If he ant to buy her with money, then there was no need to go through all this trouble, because she already belonged to Naoya Zenin.
If he wanted to force her back to the Zenin Clan, then the one he should be dealing with was his father, because it had been Naobito Zenin's arrangent that sent Mai to Jujutsu High in the first place.
If he was simply bored and wanted to toy with his pet, then he should have co over personally to sneer at her and humiliate her. Why would he make the sponsorship anonymous instead?
What Mai found hardest to understand was this.
From the very mont Naoya Zenin arrived at Jujutsu High to teach, he had not approached her even once of his own accord.
They had not even spoken once.
This way of acting, as if they were total strangers, was enough to make Mai feel as though the worldview she had lived with for half her life was starting to collapse.
Was this really the sa Naoya Zenin who had done every evil thing imaginable?
Wasn't he the kind of scumbag who would order her around the instant they t, and the mont he was in a bad mood would grab her by the hair and start kicking and beating her?
Then what exactly did this cold violence now an?
Although for Mai, this outco was actually a very good thing, because it ant she could go on living in peace.
Even so, her heart would not settle.
She could not relax at all.
She could barely sleep every night.
Ever since Naoya Zenin appeared at Jujutsu High, not a single day had passed in which Mai's heart had known peace. Every day she lived like a frightened little rabbit, constantly on edge.
A deeply twisted thought had even begun surfacing in her mind without her aning it to.
If she really had to keep suffering under this kind of cold violence, then honestly, it might be easier to just go to Naoya Zenin herself and let him beat the hell out of her.
...I'm definitely sick.
Especially when she saw Naoya Zenin casually talking with Kasumi Miwa and Momo Nishimiya, while always treating her, standing right beside them, as if she were invisible. That restless, tornting pain beca harder and harder to control, until it nearly drove Mai mad.
I'm begging you.
If you really do have so sche, then just use it on already. I can endure any kind of pain.
If this pressure of waiting in misery keeps tornting , I really might lose my mind.
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