[Three Days Later]
Zenin family, remote little courtyard.
Calling it packing was an exaggeration.
Altogether, they only had a few changes of clothes and some daily necessities.
Neither brother had anything worth missing about this “home.”
The day before they were about to leave, someone unexpected appeared.
Zenin Naobito.
The current clan head, and their uncle in name.
He stood at the courtyard entrance, looking at this rundown place that even the servants didn’t want to come near.
After a few seconds of silence, he asked Toji, “You two…
are moving out?”
“Or…”, He paused.
“Are you planning to completely leave the Zenin family?”
Toji leaned against the doorframe and lazily dug at his ear.
“Hard to say.”
Zenin Naobito opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but seemed restrained by his identity as clan head and couldn’t bring himself to say anything soft.
In the end, he could only say in a deep voice, “Toji, think this through.”
“You’re not alone anymore.
You still have Yukio with you.”
“If you completely cut ties with the family, can you really carry that pressure and responsibility?”
Hearing that, Toji burst out laughing.
He laughed so hard he bent over, and Zenin Naobito’s face darkened.
“What difference does it make?”
Toji stopped laughing, his eyes full of mockery, “In this family, what difference is there between me and Yukio staying here and leaving this family?”
“Oh, there is a difference.
The difference is that we’d be more relaxed and happier.”
Zenin Naobito was speechless.
He looked at the quietly standing Yukio beside him.
This black-haired, black-eyed kid didn’t have the fear someone his age should have.
There was only a calmness far beyond his years.
Zenin Naobito shook his head and said nothing more.
He knew Toji’s strength.
In the entire Zenin family, not a single person could beat him.
But those stubborn old fools in the clan…
their eyes only saw cursed energy and cursed techniques.
Even he, the clan head, couldn’t change anything.
“Do whatever you want.”, Zenin Naobito left those words behind and turned away.
For some reason, his back looked a little lonely.
Toji withdrew his gaze and looked at Yukio.
“Kid, scared?”
“Scared of what?”, Yukio blinked.
“Our future is bright, okay!”
“Once we leave this garbage dump, the sea is wide for fish to leap, and the sky is high for birds to fly!”, Toji laughed.
He rubbed Yukio’s head, “Let’s go.”
“Time to move.”
Their luggage was pitifully little.
One small bag each, and they directly walked out of the Zenin family gates.
Standing in front of the cleaned-up, completely refreshed four-story villa, Yukio took a deep breath.
“This feels amazing!!!”
He let out a howl and rushed inside, rolling around wildly in the spacious, bright living room.
“This is awesome awesome awesome awesome!”
Toji leaned against the doorway and watched his crazy little brother, unable to stop the smile on his face.
The previous owner had bought the house not long ago, so all the furniture and appliances were brand new.
There was basically nothing they needed to buy.
The only small problem was…
We need lounge chairs!
A sun umbrella!
A little round table!”
Yukio climbed up from the floor and excitedly started planning.
“I’m gonna sunbathe in the yard!
Drink juice!
Enjoy life!”
Toji nodded helplessly, “Alright, alright, we’ll buy them.”
That very afternoon, two comfortable lounge chairs, a sun umbrella, and a small round table were placed in the yard.
The brothers each lay in a chair, basking in the afternoon sun while drinking iced beverages.
Toji suddenly brought up that topic again.
“Yukio, you really don’t plan on going to school?”
“Kids your age should all be in school already.”
Yukio lazily rolled over.
“Nope.”
“Learning from you is enough.”
Toji glanced at him.
“I asked around.
The jujutsu world has a special school called Jujutsu High.”
“There’s one in Tokyo.”
Yukio instantly sat up.
“Really?”
“But you’re too young.” Toji added mercilessly.
“You need to be fourteen or fifteen to get in.”
“You’ve still got several years.”
“And…” his tone became strange, “shouldn’t you meet some friends your own age?
Aren’t you sick of hanging around your brother every day?”
Yukio thought for a moment, then laid back down.
“Then…
I’ll think about it?”
Toji snorted, “That expression of yours is called ‘thinking about it’?
Why does it look more like ‘looking forward to it’ to me?”
Yukio grinned, “Really?”
Toji burst out laughing.
The laughter echoed through the yard.
In the end, Yukio still decided to go to school.
With his current state, plus Heavenly Restriction as a foundation, his mind was already far beyond people his age.
Going to school was basically like an overpowered protagonist entering beginner village mode.
Several years passed in a flash.
Yukio reached his first year of middle school.
During this time, the brothers’ “freelance work” had flourished, and their assets had already accumulated past a billion.
Even Toji, an old gambling addict, rarely gambled anymore because he worried there wouldn’t be enough money for Yukio’s future schooling.
As for Yukio…
Without question, he was the school celebrity.
School heartthrob?
Too shallow.
This guy was the kind of bug-level existence where girls secretly took pictures of him while walking by, and boys quietly admired him.
Mature, calm, occasionally sharp-tongued.
Acting cool and flirting with girls came naturally to him.
That day, during PE class.
Yukio was slacking off by the side of the field when he suddenly saw a girl with an exceptional aura.
Silver long hair, tall figure, and between her brows was a maturity and sharpness that didn’t match her age.
Yukio narrowed his eyes.
“That aura…
she’s really something.”
“She’s already this impressive now.
What’ll happen when she grows up?”
The next second, he froze.
Because that girl was walking straight toward him.
Even without high heels, every step she took on the track made a sharp tap tap tap, each one perfectly on rhythm.
The surrounding students all turned to look.
Mei Mei stopped in front of Yukio, the corner of her lips curling into a meaningful smile.
“So you’re Zenin Yukio?”
Yukio quickly regained his calm and leaned against the railing.
“With how famous I am at school, it’s not strange for you to know me.”
“But…”
He tilted his head.
“What do you want with me?”
Mei Mei looked him over, her gaze openly interested, “I’m very curious about you.”
Yukio shrugged, “Don’t get curious about me.”
“I’m afraid you’ll fall in love with me.”
Not only did Mei Mei not get angry, her smile deepened instead, “Love?”
“How much money is love worth?”
Yukio broke into a sweat.
‘This woman…
what kind of thinking is that?’
As far as he knew, Mei Mei’s background wasn’t lacking money, so why was everything about money the moment she opened her mouth?
Still, it wasn’t his business.
Yukio casually replied, “That depends on what kind of love.”
“Real love is priceless.”
Mei Mei curled her lips, “That’s hard to say.”
“There’s nothing in this world money can’t buy.”
She pulled out a slip of paper from her pocket and stuffed it into Yukio’s hand, “Your strength shouldn’t be weak.”
“But without cursed energy, times aren’t very peaceful these days.”
“If you need help…”
She blinked, turned around, and walked away, her figure swaying gracefully, “You can come find me anytime.”
“Of course, there’ll be a fee.”
Yukio looked at the slip of paper in his hand.
On it was a phone number.
Then he looked at Mei Mei’s gradually receding figure, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
“Interesting.”
He put away the paper, his expression turning serious.
“Mei Mei…”
“You didn’t transfer to this school specifically because of me, did you?”
He seriously analyzed it.
“She knows about the jujutsu world, which means she comes from a sorcerer family.”
“Third year middle school, transfer student, and deliberately approaching me.
Could she know about the work my brother and I do?”
“Looks like she’s planning to attend Kyoto Jujutsu High.”
“She probably came here to scout things out ahead of time, or wait for someone.”
Yukio narrowed his eyes, a playful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
“Saying the world’s already starting to change and become unstable.”
“Things…
are getting more and more interesting.”