“Although the situation is basically confirmed, just to prevent any complications, would you like me to prescribe you some medicine to keep on hand?”
Kamo Noritoshi nodded slightly, the smile on his face as calm as ever.
“Then I will trouble you with that.”
After the examination was finished, he briefly tidied himself up and prepared to leave the consultation room to pick up his medicine.
Just before turning the corner, some whispered conversation from not far away quietly drifted into his ears.
‘He is so young, yet he has already suffered from a blood clot?’
‘Yes…
He looks perfectly healthy, too.
Something like this could very well be hereditary!’
Kamo Noritoshi heard these voices, but he made no movement or other response.
He merely clenched his right hand in silence before quietly lowering it into his trouser pocket…
Various blood-related illnesses.
This was actually an unavoidable and potentially fatal topic within the Kamo clan.
The reason was that Blood Manipulation itself required blood as its medium.
Without a special constitution, and without the ability to use Reverse Cursed Technique to restore the body…
Blood would literally become a “single-use” resource.
Whether using Piercing Blood or some other technique, once the blood was converted into an offensive weapon and expelled, there was basically no way to recover it.
That was why Kamo Noritoshi not only attempted to carry blood bags with him in the original work, but later also developed a technique for recovering and reusing blood…
In a certain sense, this could also be considered a life-or-death method available to an ordinary person.
After all, Reverse Cursed Technique was hardly something that everyone could casually learn.
As for blood clots…
“…”
Kamo Noritoshi looked toward his chest.
The Kamo clan’s secret inherited technique, Flowing Red Scale.
It was a technique that controlled the blood, specifically regulating and adjusting things such as body temperature, pulse, red blood cell count, and other components within the blood, thereby achieving an effect similar to a stimulant over a short period of time.
During combat, this sudden enhancement of his physical condition could absolutely be called a “trump card for victory.”
However, it was not without a price.
The surging blood continuously circulated through his body, sometimes speeding up and sometimes slowing down.
For an ordinary body, the burden this placed on it was enormous in the literal sense.
After undergoing multiple medical examinations, Kamo Noritoshi knew that although he was still young, if he continued like this, various problems would eventually emerge.
The appearance of a pathological condition such as a blood clot was itself an indication of how serious the problem was.
At its core, the reason this problem had appeared was also his lack of proficiency with Blood Manipulation.
After all, if he could control his blood perfectly, a situation like this should have been resolved before it even had the chance to develop.
In reality, difficulties arising from talent-related limitations like this were extremely common.
The jujutsu world’s disdain for mediocrity was plain to see.
Those without sufficient talent, who could not become fanatical, and who could not even achieve the level of crazy required…
In a certain sense, such people truly could not step onto this insane stage.
Kamo Noritoshi stood at the corner of the staircase, slightly opening his mouth and quietly exhaling.
Although he had felt the pressure and had also recognized his own “limit,” given the current situation…
‘I cannot stop yet.’
He was determined to become the next head of the Kamo clan.
For Kamo Noritoshi, what he desired even more was the recognition of others, as well as using his own strength to secure his position within the Kamo clan.
This talent bestowed upon him by heaven, this inherited technique passed down through his family…
Until he had developed it to its absolute limit, Kamo Noritoshi had no reason to stop.
‘Be more careful during training from now on.
Before completely finishing, remember to use cursed energy to gradually slow down the flow of blood…
That should prevent something like this from happening again.’
Of course, the medical examinations were also an important matter.
While thinking about his plans for what came next, Kamo Noritoshi’s pocket began to vibrate slightly.
He took out his phone.
Seeing the number and contact name displayed on the screen, Kamo Noritoshi raised an eyebrow slightly before answering.
Beep.
“Hello? Noritoshi? Are you still at the hospital? How did the examination go?”
The rapid-fire series of questions was enough to give anyone a headache.
Kamo Noritoshi leaned against the wall and sighed softly while raising a hand to massage his temple.
“I finished the examination. There is nothing seriously wrong… Is there something you need, Zenin?”
“Why are you being so formal~? We are classmates, yet you are still addressing me so politely? Just call me Mai.”
Zenin Mai.
As a student at Kyoto Jujutsu High, she was also Kamo Noritoshi’s junior.
As fellow members of the Three Great Families of the jujutsu world, from Kamo Noritoshi’s perspective, getting along well with her should theoretically be a necessary step.
It was just that, for some reason, Zenin Mai seemed to particularly dislike discussing matters related to their status and identities…
Although they had known each other for roughly two years, they had never really had many opportunities for deeper interaction, so Kamo Noritoshi’s impression of her was rather superficial.
He only knew that she was a woman who was very good at making use of her own strengths.
Being articulate and persuasive was itself a skill.
However, she lacked talent as a jujutsu sorcerer, and that fundamentally made it difficult for Kamo Noritoshi to take much interest in her.
They were destined to be people from two different worlds.
“All right… Mai, what do you want?”
“It is nothing much. I just happened to be out with Todo. We just finished that idol fan meeting of his. When we were about to head back, we realized that we were actually pretty close to where you are.”
So?
“Young Master Kamo, let us hitch a ride with you, okay?”
“…Todo needs a ride too?”
“You cannot seriously expect him to run all the way back, can you? Apparently, he bought 150 CDs for this fan meeting and spent all the money he made.”
“Could you not just pay for a taxi?”
“Oh, how mean! A proper lady does not willingly spend money when she goes out. It would make her look terribly lacking in taste. Young Master Kamo, please~”
As the designated future head of the Kamo clan, Kamo Noritoshi did possess certain privileges in this regard.
Kamo Noritoshi helplessly pursed his lips and sighed.
Although they were technically students of the same Jujutsu High, honestly…
His impression of Aoi Todo really was not very good.
However…
If he was to become the clan head, it was necessary for him to keep his emotions from showing while also taking the initiative to establish connections with other jujutsu sorcerers.
He had to discard some unnecessary personal feelings and consider the matter from the most calm and purely interest-based perspective.
Aoi Todo was a disciple of the Special Grade sorcerer Yuki Tsukumo, and was himself a Grade 1 sorcerer.
Establishing a good relationship with someone like that…
For the Kamo clan, there were only benefits and no disadvantages.
Having reached this conclusion, Kamo Noritoshi immediately agreed.
“No problem. Come to the hospital. Once you arrive, we can take a car back together.”
He walked down the stairs and passed through the revolving door.
Bathed in the sunlight, Kamo Noritoshi said one final thing.
“Make sure you hurry. I want to return to Jujutsu High as soon as possible.”
And right beside him, Kamo Shizumi happened to walk past with a stiff expression…