Jujutsu Kaisen: Naoya Zenin Wants to Live! Chapter 64: Give Me Back Naoya-sensei!

"Ahem. Zenin-sensei had to take the day off for personal reasons, so I'll be covering this class today."

Atsuya Kusakabe scratched his scalp and addressed the students below him with a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"Well, I don't actually know what Zenin-sensei usually teaches you, so I'll just take you out to the field for this period. You can train on your own."

PE was usually sothing students were thrilled about.

And with a teacher like Atsuya Kusakabe, who never bothered with much of anything, it should have been enough to make the whole class cheer.

But today, the students reacted completely differently. Complaints imdiately erupted everywhere.

"Huh? Where the hell is Naoya-sensei? I skipped class just to co here!"

"Yeah, yeah! I was counting on learning so new Cursed Technique tricks today!"

"How is it this useless teacher Kusakabe again? Other than making us do self-study, he's never taught us a single decent thing!"

"Exactly! He's just here to coast on a paycheck! High salary, low ability!"

"Kusakabe-sensei, quit Jujutsu High! Give us back Naoya-sensei! Give us back Naoya-sensei!!!"

Listening to the uproar from below, Atsuya Kusakabe completely lost it.

Seriously?!

Even the PE teacher gets cursed out for stepping in to cover a class?!

What is wrong with these students?!

Have they studied themselves stupid?!

And when he spotted the blue-haired girl leading the charge below, Kusakabe cracked on the spot.

"No, seriously, Kasumi Miwa! Even if I'm not your teacher, I'm still your senpai, okay?! This is how you treat one of your own?!"

"Huh?"

Kasumi Miwa lowered the gaphone and tilted her head with a blank, innocent look.

"Senpai, but I've already learned everything in New Shadow Style. I want to improve too."

"No, wait, you don't even have an [Innate Technique] either, just like . Why are you showing up to theory class every day?!"

"If you know yourself and know your enemy, you'll win every battle, senpai. Don't you know your reputation among the students is terrible? You're about to drag down the honor of our whole school."

"What's the point of putting pressure on ? I'm a PE teacher!"

"Kusakabe-sensei, quit Jujutsu High! Give us back Naoya-sensei! Give us back Naoya-sensei!!!"

Kasumi Miwa raised the gaphone again and kept rallying the students into chanting slogans.

No one knew whether this kind of chanting would actually do anything, but they might as well shout first and worry about the rest later.

Who knew. Maybe they could literally yell Naoya Zenin back to life.

"Stop shouting, stop shouting! Other classes are still in session!!!"

Momo Nishimiya watched Kusakabe frantically chase after Kasumi Miwa as the two of them started sprinting around the field. The blonde little witch could not help letting out a long sigh.

"In weather this cold, those two still have that much energy. Maybe New Shadow Style does have so rit after all."

But what troubled the little witch even more was this.

Naoya Zenin had vanished.

It was honestly bizarre.

With his personality, he should not be the type to show up late, right?

Naoya Zenin had always been so strict with everyone else. He could not seriously be the double-standard type, could he? Demanding of others while cutting himself slack.

Could it be he got run over by a truck on the way here?

The mont that thought crossed her mind, Momo Nishimiya nearly burst out laughing.

After all, Naoya Zenin was a constant thorn in her side. If that hateful teacher suddenly dropped dead the next day, she would absolutely be the first student popping champagne to celebrate.

But then the blonde little witch imdiately grew gloomy again.

If Naoya Zenin really had died, then would that not an she would never get her revenge?

Not only would she disappoint Sponsor-sama, she would disappoint every woman he had oppressed. And she would never get the chance to step on his head and make him suck on her toes while kowtowing and apologizing.

Last ti, she had been the first student to score full marks on the side-profile assignnt.

Momo Nishimiya had been looking forward to this class so she could hold that over Naoya Zenin and make fun of him.

He must have skipped school because he was scared of her.

Who would have thought that guy was such a sore loser?

Thinking that, Momo Nishimiya planted her hands on her hips and burst into triumphant laughter.

She won again.

She was always winning.

She had never lost!!!

But Momo Nishimiya had barely laughed for long before she turned and saw the worried look on Mai Zenin's face.

That was just too strange.

Because it was the first ti Momo Nishimiya had ever seen Mai, who was usually so cold and aloof, show that kind of concern in public.

Could it be...

She was worried about Naoya Zenin?

Worried about that trashy cousin who had bullied her all her life?

Honestly, ever since that day when they fell out, Momo Nishimiya had already co to a very firm conclusion.

Her good friend Mai was, to so extent, seriously ssed up in the head.

She definitely had Stockholm syndro!!!

The kind of victim who gets sold out and still helps count the money afterward.

Otherwise, Momo Nishimiya really could not understand it. That day, she had clearly been trying to help Mai, trying to help her escape Naoya Zenin's clutches, and Mai had turned around and slapped her instead.

There was no other way to explain that.

Unless Mai was a masochist?

Like, was she the one who wanted Naoya Zenin to bully her since childhood, turning it into so weird little cousin kink between them?

Co on, do not make Sister Momo laugh.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

Momo Nishimiya knew perfectly well what Mai's sexual orientation was.

She had absolutely no interest in n. Only won could stir that kind of intense interest in her.

There was no way Mai would ever develop romantic feelings for a man like Naoya Zenin.

She was a beautiful flower on a high peak, a true narcissist in love with herself.

Mai had been tornted so badly since childhood that she was a pitiable girl who could be hurt by even brushing against cotton.

So when faced with soone like Momo Nishimiya, who burned like the sun, she reacted like a vampire afraid to face daylight, only wanting to hide in a coffin until night fell.

Momo Nishimiya absolutely could not let her best friend go on being controlled by the great demon king Naoya Zenin.

She had to save Mai.

So Momo Nishimiya swore she would study hard.

She would cling to Naoya Zenin like an octopus and drain everything he had dry.

As the saying goes, once the student surpasses the master, the master starves.

That way, Momo Nishimiya could defeat this great demon king fair and square, then carry poor little princess Mai back ho in her arms.

And Sponsor-sama would surely be very pleased.

Pleased that he had judged correctly and nurtured Momo Nishimiya, this adorable genius beauty.

When the ti ca, the mysterious Sponsor-sama would suddenly appear, reach out with a big hand to pat Momo Nishimiya on the head, and encourage her like a father, telling her she had done an amazing job.

Hehe...

What a perfect future...

The more Momo Nishimiya thought about it, the more she could not stop herself from drooling.

"Nishimiya-senpai."

Just as Momo Nishimiya was lost in her fantasy, an emotionless chanical voice suddenly rang out beside her.

"Who is it?!"

The little witch hurriedly wiped away her drool. In an instant, her expression changed, her brows drawing together as she put on her usual lofty, superior look.

"It's , chamaru."

"Tch, chamaru, what are you coming over to talk to for?"

Momo Nishimiya's tone was complicated.

After all, chamaru had always served as the girls' errand runner.

In other words, he was the school's on-call gofer.

In her everyday interactions with chamaru, Momo Nishimiya treated him as nothing more than a bridge for communicating with Aoi Todo and Noritoshi Kamo.

After all, those two boys were the two upperclassn the girls at school especially disliked.

Whenever Momo Nishimiya needed to talk to them about sothing, she would ask chamaru to pass the ssage along.

To put it bluntly.

chamaru was basically the girls' simp.

So if she chatted with chamaru in private, it would actually lead to so bad gossip among the girls.

Momo Nishimiya did not care that much about that sort of thing, but she was still a student at the school. On top of that, because she wanted to improve her reputation, she could only follow these unspoken rules.

Otherwise, as a mixed-race girl, Momo Nishimiya would only end up even more isolated.

"Nishimiya-senpai, forgive my bluntness, but I want to ask what you think of Naoya Zenin."

chamaru got straight to the point.

"If possible, I'd like to work with you and drive Naoya Zenin out of this school together. What do you think?"