Jujutsu Kaisen: Naoya Zenin Wants to Live! Chapter 66: My American Father

The Detention Room.

This was the Academic Affairs Office at Kyoto Jujutsu High, and also the interrogation room where school discipline was enforced.

Naoya Zenin had never imagined this would happen.

He had only taken a short leave, yet when he ca back, he ended up escorting two students here to face the school's most serious joint disciplinary hearing.

Did anything like this ever happen in the original story?

A little everyday bickering and trash talk would have been one thing, but these two lunatics had actually started blasting each other with Cursed Techniques in broad daylight...?

He had just finished dealing with Yuki Tsukumo, and Naoya Zenin had thought things might finally get a little easier. Instead, the mont he got back to school, his blood pressure shot through the roof.

This was not so officially organized student tournant.

This was a real student brawl, and they were not just throwing punches. They had gone straight into an all-out aerial battle.

Was Kyoto School's culture always this fierce?

"It's really unfortunate, Zenin-sensei. Sothing like this happening so soon after you started the job."

The one greeting him was Atsuya Kusakabe.

He was a man with neat, capable-looking short hair, and like Kasumi Miwa, he belonged to the New Shadow Style school. He was also an exceptional talent who had reached the level of a Grade 1 Sorcerer despite being born without an Innate Technique.

He was also the teacher who had filled in for Naoya's classes before.

The two of them had never really had any contact before this.

If they had anything in common at all, it was probably just complaining that Kasumi Miwa was an idiot.

"Kusakabe, just how are you disciplining your students? You actually let those two start attacking each other with Cursed Techniques in broad daylight? Do they have any respect for school rules at all?"

The other teachers present, however, gave Naoya Zenin no friendliness whatsoever.

So were being snide.

So were openly enjoying his misfortune.

So said nothing at all.

On the surface, it looked as if Naoya Zenin had been completely isolated by the rest of the faculty, a full-blown case of workplace bullying.

But only this ti-traveler knew the truth hidden underneath.

The truth was the exact opposite. Naoya Zenin had single-handedly isolated all the other teachers instead.

He was the one bullying the entire workplace.

Because in Kyoto, anyone with even a little status had been mocked and ridiculed by this arrogant young master of the Three Great Families, leaving grudges that were basically impossible to smooth over.

If their family background was lacking, this noble young master from one of the Three Great Families would tear into them.

If their personal strength was lacking, this Special Grade 1 Sorcerer would beat them down.

If they did not asure up in looks, this elegant pretty boy would roast them without rcy.

In short, as long as Naoya Zenin showed up at school, whatever cheerful and lively atmosphere had existed a mont earlier would vanish on the spot.

Just like now.

Naoya Zenin knew nobody liked hearing him talk, so he simply said nothing.

The only person who could normally exchange a few words with him was Utahi Iori. But seeing the cold look on the young nobleman's face, she assud that, given his strict personality, the two students' fight had thoroughly angered him. As a result, she did not dare try to make conversation either.

The atmosphere only grew worse.

It was so tense it felt like the room might freeze over.

"Oh, co on. Why does it feel like you teachers are the ones who did sothing wrong?"

The door was pushed open.

The one arriving late was a white-haired man wearing a blindfold.

Satoru Gojo walked in as if nothing were wrong, a coat draped over his shoulders, a white shirt underneath, and a freshly opened box of desserts in his hand, spoon still in his mouth.

"Gojo! Why are you here causing trouble too?!"

The mont Utahi Iori saw Satoru Gojo acting so utterly unserious, her irritation flared.

"Don't be so tense."

Satoru Gojo, on the other hand, was grinning.

"Sure, this whole ss was caused by Kyoto students, but I'm on pretty good terms with Principal Gakuganji too. Since that old man still hasn't shown up after all this ti, I guess it's only right that I co help sort things out."

The mont the strongest sorcerer of the modern era walked in, all the teachers hurried to their feet, their expressions filled with awe and obvious relief.

Thank goodness Satoru Gojo ca to watch the drama.

At last, they did not have to keep suffering through Naoya Zenin's silent intimidation.

Satoru Gojo dropped into the principal's seat, then praised Naoya Zenin beside him.

"You worked hard today. If you hadn't been here, Kyoto Jujutsu High might have had to shut down by now."

"It's my job."

"So then, why were you two fighting?"

Satoru Gojo looked down curiously toward the detention room below.

"Because you're not friends? Different positions? Different paths?"

Inside the small dark room covered in talismans sat two uneasy students.

chamaru kept his lips tightly shut and lowered his head, then secretly turned to glance at Momo Nishimiya, signaling for her to speak first.

After all, Momo Nishimiya had been the first to use a Cursed Technique, so by rights she should be the one answering Satoru Gojo's question.

Momo Nishimiya grumbled under her breath, arms folded across her chest, and still did not say a word for a long ti.

From the little witch's point of view, chamaru was the one who had walked right into trouble on his own, so this had nothing to do with her.

"Hey, hey, hey, sobody's gotta speak first, right?"

After looking them over carefully for a mont, Satoru Gojo pointed at Momo Nishimiya and said, "Uh, you there—the Powerpuff Girl with the twin tails. Why don't you explain what's going on?"

Now that Satoru Gojo had called on her directly, Momo Nishimiya had no choice but to mutter sourly, "This has nothing to do with . chamaru was the one who went crazy because he ran out of power today. I was just trying to fix him. That was self-defense."

"What do you an, I went crazy?"

The mont he heard that, chamaru practically powered right back on.

"Nishimiya-senpai, you're the one who refused to listen to anything I said. I was already planning to let it go, but then you insisted on starting a fight with . And that counts as self-defense too?"

"What is wrong with you? You're the one who suddenly ca over out of nowhere. I was just trying to practice my Cursed Techniques on the field. You're the one who had to co over and pick a fight!"

"Sure, so I picked a fight by smashing my back into your stupid broom, is that it?!"

"I have my own training rhythm! Not everyone's like you, sneaking around behind people's backs and talking crap!"

Having grown up overseas, Momo Nishimiya understood social rules all too well. At a critical mont like this, there was no way she was going to take the bla.

If she admitted she had been the first to make a move, her school life was absolutely finished.

"Then let's stop talking about training. Weren't you the one who hit first? Weren't you the one who made the first move?"

"And whose fault was that? You were the one saying that disgusting stuff about how you'd protect everyone. Besides, a first-year has no business cozying up to a second-year senior like . The fact that I didn't chase you off with my broom was generous enough already!"

The two of them imdiately started arguing all over again.

That was basically the situation.

As for who was right and who was wrong, neither of them was willing to back down.

"Uh... what do you all think?"

Satoru Gojo clearly could not make sense of the ss either, so he turned to the teachers present for a solution.

"Well... from the sound of it, Momo Nishimiya may have struck first. But as a second-year senior, disciplining an insolent first-year junior is still understandable."

"We're all sorcerers here. We all understand the power of Cursed Techniques, so this has to be judged from a sorcerer's perspective. Judging by the total amount of cursed energy used in that fight alone, chamaru clearly far exceeded Momo Nishimiya. That shows he had killing intent. In that case, full responsibility for this incident should fall on chamaru."

The teachers all voiced their opinions.

But every last one of them leaned toward punishing chamaru and protecting Momo Nishimiya.

"And chamaru has never once reported to Jujutsu High in his real body. He has always attended school through a puppet. That not only seriously disrupts school discipline, but also makes it impossible for us to accurately track his attendance. On top of that, chamaru is always modifying his puppet with dangerous modern weapons... I don't think he ca to Jujutsu High because he genuinely wants to study Cursed Techniques."

Even Atsuya Kusakabe, who had stayed silent until now, offered his opinion.

"Doesn't genuinely want to study Cursed Techniques...?"

That line struck Satoru Gojo deeply.

A genius like him would never have lowered himself to beco a teacher at Jujutsu High if he had not been wholeheartedly devoted to cultivating the future of sorcerers.

"You heard the teachers' assessnt too, didn't you, you piece-of-junk puppet?"

Below, chamaru clenched his fists tightly.

It felt as if his entire body had sunk into the bottom of a deep, lightless well. The suffocating pain made it hard for him to breathe.

How could this boy possibly not have heard them?

Momo Nishimiya was obviously the one who attacked first.

The first to use offensive Cursed Techniques. The first to insult him. The first to make it personal.

And just because of who she was.

Just because her father was Arican.

These teachers were going to dump all the bla on him.

Judge it from a sorcerer's perspective?

You sanctimonious hypocrites. You talk about how Jujutsu High will bring a different kind of light to the next generation, but all you do is use your identities as sorcerers to apply double standards, groveling before the higher-ups like obedient conservatives.

I was born with cursed energy that none of you could ever match in your entire lives.

And yet just because of this so-called Heavenly Restriction, I was born into a life of contempt, abandoned without rcy by this cold and heartless jujutsu world.

"...Gojo-sensei, how do you plan to punish ?"

More than anything, chamaru wanted what they talked about, the chance to walk into school himself and stroll beneath the sun.

But the truth was this.

No matter how hard he ground his teeth in hatred, maybe even hard enough to bite his own tongue off, he still could not taste a trace of blood in the mouth of this puppet body.

"Expulsion."

Satoru Gojo's voice was cold, stripped of all the teasing lightness it had carried before.

"Jujutsu High has no need for students who look down on their comrades."