Zenin Naoya heard a strange, wheezing cough, his brow furrowed even deeper as his tone grew increasingly abrasive.
Why is everyone at your Jujutsu High such a freak? Tell me where the Kobe Family is, quickly. I'm leaving as soon as I've dealt with him.
His face was full of disdain, as if staying for even one more second would cause him to be infected, his gaze toward Satoru Gojo held an added layer of contempt.
You'd better drop out early as well; don't let this trashy place lower your standards.
Nobara Iori gasped, whispering to Suguru Geto, who had already stepped back and sat back in his chair:
This guy's personality is even worse than Satoru's.
Suguru Geto covered his mouth in shock: "Not just that, he's practically scum."
Compared to this thing, Satoru Gojo is practically a breath of fresh air among the Young Masters.
Nobara Iori poked Satoru Gojo's shoulder with her index finger, only to be blocked by the Limitless as expected. "Hey, hey, Satoru-kun, someone's here to cause trouble for you."
Suguru Geto echoed, "Mm-hmm, show some reaction. This wicked villain is trying so hard."
Zenin Naoya could no longer endure it and spoke out in indignation, his voice not small: "What the hell are you two talking about by yourselves!"
Satoru Gojo finally spared a glance for Zenin Naoya, but after only a single second, he lowered his head to play with his phone again:
He spoke in an indifferent tone, asking nonchalantly, "Who are you?"
Author's Note:
Ta-da, an extra update!
Chapter 81 That Naoya
Behind the smart glasses, those azure eyes looked at Zenin Naoya without a hint of emotion, like cold, inorganic gemstones.
Zenin Naoya was in disbelief, breaking down and stomping his feet, his cheeks flushing red with rage:
You actually don't know me?! How could you not know me! I am Zenin Naoya, the most outstanding son of the Zenin Clan Head, Zenin Naobito!
Satoru Gojo gave a casual "Oh," "I don't recall you."
If it were any other time, he might have even given Zenin Naoya some kind of reaction.
But today, Satoru Gojo had something weighing on his mind, he had been in this cold, distracted state, devoid of interest, all day long.
In comparison, Zenin Naoya appeared even more like a buffoon.
Zenin Naoya lost his composure, forgetting what he had originally come for, frantically tried to argue with Satoru Gojo about exactly how many times they had met.
And he emphasized, quite deliberately, how exceptional he was among the new generation of heirs in his family, asserting that the position of future Clan Head would undoubtedly be his.
Bla, the ambitious one of the Zenin Clan.
Satoru Gojo remained unruffled, staring at the chat page to study the chat history between him and Kobe Suzuo.
Suguru Geto felt inexplicably gratified: "As expected of Satoru-kun, this must be the protagonist's aura."
Nobara Iori held her milk tea, "There's also the reason that this vicious male supporting character is just too low-class; aside from his foul mouth, he has no lethality at all."
The two of them had been dragged along by the low-pressure Satoru Gojo for an entire day.
It might be a bit impolite to say so, but the arrival of this Young Master Zenin certainly added a lot of entertainment to the boring transition.
Tell me, what rank would this person hold?
Nobara Iori looked at the endlessly babbling and grandstanding Zenin Naoya, asking curiously.
Suguru Geto pinched his chin and analyzed objectively, "Based on his character design and screen time, he's at most just cannon fodder."
Eh~
Nobara Iori stirred her straw, her words as sharp as ever. "But his family background and his face are actually quite big pluses, aren't they? Especially the face."
Suguru Geto was a bit uncertain. "Indeed, considering everything, he is quite capable. Then, can he be considered a beautiful, brainless cannon fodder.. Zenin is foolish but truly beautiful?"
Wait, that's not right, is it? How exactly is a villain's role calculated?
Nobara Iori just asked in passing, not intending to delve deeper.
She was planning to skip over the topic when a flash of red light flickered before her eyes, her gaze landed on the golden bellflower wearing a red string on Zenin Naoya's wrist.
What did this Zenin just say he came to Jujutsu High for?
Suguru Geto was still preoccupied with the issue of seniority; his memory was not bad, after a brief recollection, he answered directly, "Dealing with someone from the Kobe Family.."
“Ah.”
He also realized it.
Just as everyone at Jujutsu High knows that when "Young Master Gojo" is mentioned, it refers to Satoru Gojo, there is only one other person who can be referred to by the name Kobe.
Nobara Iori seized the moment, quietly taking a photo of the familiar red string on Zenin Naoya's wrist and zooming in.
The thumb-sized gold Kikyo was heavy, its shape and patterns identical to the Kobe Family crest.
Nobara Iori pressed the phone onto the table and pushed it toward Suguru Geto like a poker move.
She rested her chin on her interlaced fingers, her face partially obscured by shadows cast by her falling hair, her tone solemn.
The situation has changed. The enemy is stronger than we imagined.
Suguru Geto picked up his phone in confusion, but before he could check it, the gray fabric of a kendo hakama spread out before his eyes.
Unable to stand his solo performance any longer, Zenin Naoya, whom no one cared about, indignantly flipped the table, physically kicking over the small round table where the three were sitting.
Satoru Gojo's cup of milk tea on the table spilled onto the floor along with the oden, spreading into a dark stain.
Zenin Naoya held his head high, looking down at the three still-seated individuals, asked again, "Where is Kobe Suzuo?"
The blond Young Master curled his lips into a smirk, deliberately avoiding the cause and the effect of the matter, choosing only to speak of the parts that saved him from losing face.
“He values me so much, going to great lengths to reach a cooperation with the Zenin Clan and convincing my father to send me to Jujutsu High; how could I not come specifically to see him?”
Zenin Naobito didn't know if he had dementia or had suffered a stroke from drinking too much; regardless of how Zenin Naoya protested, he was determined to send Zenin Naoya to Jujutsu High.
That old man wouldn't even accept Kyoto School; he was dead set on the Tokyo School where the Gojo Clan's Six Eyes was.
Among the descendants of the noble families, aside from that freak Satoru Gojo, anyone with a certain level of status would never frequent places like Jujutsu High, where commoners crowd.
Zenin Naoya had no interest in the long-winded lectures given by Zenin Naobito, such as tempering one's character, necessary socializing, or building good relations with the future of the Jujutsu World.
To Zenin Naoya, all this nonsense was nothing but an excuse, a failure to recognize his strength, even an insult.
But the Contract had already been finalized; unless a new Contract was signed to override the old one, the terms could not be changed until the objective was achieved.
At that time, Kobe Suzuo was wearing a fox mask, the tap of the Fox Head Staff on his forehead had intimidated Zenin Naoya, tricking him into using cursed energy to brand the Contract.
If Zenin Naoya didn't find a way to resolve this matter, by January of next year, he would truly have to dutifully put on a plain school uniform and report to Jujutsu High as a transfer student in the first-year class.
Just like that first meeting, he was completely powerless to resist that sinful and shameful label that had been thrust upon him because of Kobe Suzuo.
In reality, Kobe Suzuo should be the one feeling surprised; although his Cursed Technique is useful, it also comes with many restrictions.
As for someone like Zenin Naoya, whose Cursed Technique effects stack with his aura to produce an effect greater than the sum of its parts—a truly miraculous phenomenon where his very words manifest—he is currently the only one of his kind.
This was also the reason why, despite having only met a few times, Kobe Suzuo was so tolerant of the foolish and bad-tempered Zenin Naoya.
What a perfect case study; as long as this idiot doesn't wander around in front of him, Kobe Suzuo can remain tolerant forever.
Consider him a malicious comic relief; Kobe Suzuo has seen plenty of people like that since childhood.
But Zenin Naoya didn't think that way; that kid had long since held a grudge against Kobe Suzuo.
Damn, opportunistic, sinister Cursed Technique.
Zenin Naoya cursed inwardly, thinking that sooner or later, he would force that pretentious fellow to lick his shoes.
Zenin Naoya looked at the Jujutsu High Trio, who all had different expressions, faintly sensed the special nature of the name "Kobe Suzuo."
At least after he had fully uttered that name, Satoru Gojo, who had seemingly failed to give him a single glance from beginning to end, finally put down his phone.
He suddenly remembered the rumors he had heard from the servants regarding Satoru Gojo and Kobe Suzuo.
Great families never lack filthy scandals.
Zenin Naoya wouldn't be so brainless as to actually believe those rumors.
He speculated that the truth of the matter was likely similar to the consensus reached between the Kobe Family and the Zenin Clan: the Kobe Family and the Gojo Clan also had a secret cooperation.
Additionally, since Satoru Gojo happened to attend Tokyo School, which is under the supervision of Kobe Suzuo, their interactions were somewhat frequent.
But this didn't stop Zenin Naoya from using those unpleasant rumors to test the waters.
With his scalp tingling from the tremors, he locked eyes with Satoru Gojo's blue eyes, which were revered and praised by the world, as the surging power of the Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer was clearly visible.
He was a monster just as powerful as Fushiguro Toji, but with an entirely opposite type of strength.
It was the height he yearned to reach.
Zenin Naoya's eyebrows arched, his expression flamboyant and dark.
That overly provocative expression ruined the temperament a young man should have possessed on that face, looking like a kind of sleazy, wicked evil.
Suguru Geto frowned and complained, "That's too much. Compared to him, I feel like I could at least land a role as the second male lead."
Nobara Iori complained about Suguru Geto's complaint, "True, I feel like even if you turned evil, you wouldn't be as punchable as him. I'm never calling you an evil bestie again."
Mm-hmm.. huh?" Suguru Geto nodded halfway through, his tone shifting a syllable as he said speechlessly, "Thanks for the recognition, my evil doctor friend.
He stood up from the chair, his knuckles cracking, looked at Zenin Naoya with a gaze that was flat and devoid of emotion.
The barrier within Jujutsu High repels unregistered Cursed Energy and triggers an alarm, so Suguru Geto rarely summons Cursed Spirits at Jujutsu High.
He made his preparations without showing any emotion.
Even without using Cursed Spirits and relying solely on taijutsu, Suguru Geto had the confidence to defeat this arrogant young master.
Zenin Naoya had a cocky smirk on his face, his posture radiating an air of arrogance, as if Satoru Gojo were the only one present worthy of speaking to him, yet the words he uttered were utterly unpleasant to hear.
“I've heard the rumors about you and the Kobe Family, Satoru-kun.”
The young man's sweet voice was laced with malice, his fingers tracing the bellflowers on the red string.
It seems he is only special to you. What a wicked taste, Suzuo.
"Edo." Zenin Naoya turned his head to the side, leaning back to dodge the fist Suguru Geto threw directly at his face, hopped two steps outward on one foot.