Among the many cursed tools, only the naginata suited Yuuki's eye the most.
Perhaps it was because he had used it before, but he just felt that it suited his hand, whether it was the weight or the appearance.
Of course, it would be even better if he could choose two cursed tools, a sword and a naginata.
"Gojo-sensei, can I choose two cursed tools?"
"Hmm, you can, as long as you can use them smoothly. After all, it takes a long time to break them in. I recommend that you choose one."
"Is that so?"
Yuuki looked at the long sword and naginata on the shelf, and then chose the long sword.
It was too troublesome to practice with two, and he wasn't a weapon master. Swords had better adaptability than naginatas.
Although the naginata suited his hand, he would be screwed if the terrain was too narrow. He still had to pay attention to these details.
"A sword, huh? The cursed tool I gave Yuta was also a sword. You have to teach him when you have time."
Gojo Satoru looked at Yuuki coming out, with a face full of relief, and then closed the wooden door and continued, "Let's go, I'll take you to meet your future classmate."
"…"
"Gojo-sensei, you have to have confidence in me, okay? Be careful I put laxatives in your dinner."
Yuuki complained.
Gojo Satoru waved his hand and said, It's not that I don't have confidence in you, he's also a genius. Just in terms of cursed energy, he crushes you.
Although the cursed energy in your body has increased by a large amount for some unknown reason, that kid is really strong.
"Then Gojo-sensei, what do you think, what are my chances against that Megumi?"
"3-7, you're three and he's seven."
Three-seven, huh…
Although Gojo Satoru didn't know about his trump card ninjutsu, the Great Fire Annihilation, a three-seven split was really scary.
If he used that ninjutsu, someone might die, so sparring was out of the question.
As a trump card, now wasn't the time for it to be revealed, but if he lost, he wouldn't just be held back a year, the system rewards would also be gone!
Tch! It looked like he had to find Maki for some intensive training tomorrow.
He would copy all the swordsmanship that he could copy, and if he still couldn't beat him…
Then he would spit fire and kill him, anyway, he couldn't lose the mission rewards.
…..
At the training ground.
The newly arrived Megumi Fushiguro looked at the seniors to the side. Although he was very curious why the panda could talk, he still didn't ask.
"Hello Megumi Fushiguro, my name is Panda."
Panda stretched out his right hand with a smile on his face, but in Megumi Fushiguro's eyes, the panda in front of him was declaring his sovereignty.
His fangs were protruding, and his claws were sharp, as if he would eat him in the next second.
What the hell was in this Jujutsu High?
A talking giant panda, a white-haired older brother who was constantly talking about food, and a man with an extremely strong sense of oppression.
The only older sister who could be considered normal was looking at him with a fierce expression.
What did he do wrong? It was so scary… "Panda, you scared him."
Maki Zenin complained.
"Eh! How could that be? I clearly greeted him very kindly."
Panda touched his head, expressing that he couldn't understand.
"Fish flakes."
Toge Inumaki waved his hand, expressing that he couldn't understand either.
"Or should I try?"
As soon as Yuta Okkotsu finished speaking, he was opposed by the two people and the bear.
"You're the scariest." ×2
"Salmon!"
"…"
"You guys are saying too much."
Yuta Okkotsu looked sad, and tears were swirling in his eyes, as if his heart had been hit.
"Yo, it looks like you're all chatting well."
Gojo Satoru walked over with Yuuki.
Oh, so this is Megumi Fushiguro? He looked strong indeed. Yuuki glanced at him.
Ah! He had finally found a normal person.
Megumi Fushiguro also saw Yuuki behind Gojo Satoru at a glance. Compared to the people next to him, he was indeed a "normal person". This place was too oppressive.
Yuuki, looking at Megumi Fushiguro, who was a little shorter than him, stretched out his right hand and said, Hello Megumi Fushiguro, my name is Yuuki.
You can call me Yuuki-nii or Yuuki-senpai in the future. If you want to see ninjutsu, I can give you a 50% discount, 50,000 yen.
"…"
He was numb… This wasn't a normal person either…
The smiling expression on Megumi Fushiguro's face gradually solidified, and his eyes seemed to have lost their highlights. He suddenly regretted coming to Jujutsu High a little.
"Don't make that kind of expression, Fushiguro. Don't look at them like this, but they're all good people."
Gojo Satoru touched Megumi Fushiguro's head, looked at everyone with a smile, and shouted loudly, In two days, it will be Yuuki and Megumi Fushiguro's one-on-one battle.
If Yuuki loses, he'll be demoted to the first year next year, and everyone can bully him as much as they want then! Oh yeah!!
"Oh!?"
The eyes of the onlookers were scanning back and forth between Yuuki and Megumi Fushiguro, as if they were very interested.
"It's a hassle, I don't want to fight."
Megumi Fushiguro refused directly without even thinking about it. He didn't want to be treated like a doll, being watched by so many people.
He didn't want to fight?
Not to mention that Gojo Satoru wouldn't agree, Yuuki wouldn't agree either.
The system mission had already been issued, he had to fight even if he didn't want to.
Yuuki said with a contemptuous expression, "Are you afraid that I'll bully you? Don't worry, I'll go easy on you. I'm a very gentle senpai."
"…"
Where did you get the courage to say these words, from Jesus?
Everyone on the field with eyes could see that Megumi Fushiguro had much more cursed energy than Yuuki.
Generally speaking, the amount of cursed energy was the bridge for evaluating the strength of a jujutsu sorcerer.
But this evaluation scheme was only used for most jujutsu sorcerers, and didn't include some special circumstances, and everyone had their own trump cards.
Yuuki said this just to make everyone curious.
Although he had little contact with them, he could see that he wasn't someone who made empty promises. On the contrary, he was very thoughtful.
He treated everyone differently, and there was no so-called discrimination. You could see this from the fact that he had become one with everyone with just one meal.
What method would he use to beat this seemingly impossible person?
Everyone was looking forward to it in their hearts.
"Huh? Then let's fight now!"
Megumi Fushiguro would generally use his fists to solve problems with people who looked down on him.
He had taken the bait!
Yuuki smiled, and said, Not today, I'm injured. Let's follow what Gojo-sensei said, two days later. Counting today, that's the day after tomorrow.
If I lose, I'll be your classmate next year, and if you lose, you have to call me Yuuki-nii in the future. How about it?
"Okay! Let's add a condition, if you lose, you'll be demoted next year and you have to be respectful to me."
"Of course, everyone on the field is a witness."
Yuuki finished speaking and waved his hand to leave.
It wasn't that he was showing off, it was just that his legs were a little sore from standing, and it was more comfortable to go home and lie down.
He would talk about training tomorrow, anyway, he couldn't train today. Every time he moved, he would ache to death. It was good to be a salted fish for a day.
At least it could make him think that he was arrogant and relax his vigilance, which could be said to kill two birds with one stone.
Everyone looked at Yuuki, who was limping away, with silent expressions on their faces, shouting in their hearts: 'You're already like this, are you sure you won't be beaten to death as soon as you get on the field?'
Maki Zenin also felt a little guilty at this moment, after all, those injuries were all caused by her own hands.
Although it was to train him, if she hadn't been so ruthless at the beginning, he could have trained for one more day to increase his chances of winning.
Back in the room.
Yuuki took off his shoes and walked on the smooth floor, gently put the cursed tool on the table, and took out the washed clothes from the washing machine and hung them to dry on the balcony.
After doing all this, he sat on the bed and looked at the sword on the table, thinking about the swordsmanship he had seen on the TV.
If Maki Zenin would let him copy some swordsmanship at this moment, it would be great, although it was obvious that it was impossible.
After all, he had just copied her naginata, and if he went over now and shamelessly asked her to show him some swordsmanship, he would probably be beaten half to death.
Although he had a thick skin, he wasn't bored enough to court death.
Was he really going to waste this day?
"Knock knock knock!"
The crisp knocking sound interrupted Yuuki's thoughts. Maki Zenin's voice came from outside the door: "It's me, open the door."
What was she doing here?
Yuuki raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling surprised by Maki Zenin's arrival.
Logically speaking, she should have calmed down and be training with Yuta Okkotsu at the training ground at this moment, or be making friends with Megumi Fushiguro, after all, he was her future junior.
Although he didn't know what she was doing here, there was no reason to make a guest wait outside the door all the time, right?
Yuuki slowly got up and responded, "Coming."
He opened the door, looked at Maki Zenin, who was standing at the door holding a lunch box, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Here, this is your fast food. You haven't eaten since this morning, right?"
"Oh, um, thank you."
Yuuki took the fast food from Maki Zenin's hand, and responded a little embarrassed. He was a chef, but he had actually forgotten to eat.
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