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"Ouch~"
At this moment, Natsubi Raku was being supported by Yuta Okkotsu. Despite having been beaten again, his mouth was still tough:
"Yuta, let me tell you, if it wasn't for my injuries, otherwise..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a familiar voice came from the side: "Otherwise what? Want to get beaten up again?"
"Uh..."
Natsubi Raku looked at Maki Zenin, who was wiping her sweat with a towel, and wiped the sweat off his forehead, saying: "Otherwise, I would definitely take a few more hits from you without making a sound."
"Hmph! Smart move."
Maki Zenin snorted lightly, then took out a small bottle from her pocket and tossed it to the injured Natsubi Raku, saying: "Here, this is for bruises and injuries. Apply it yourself and take a rest. We'll continue training tomorrow."
"Oh, okay."
Natsubi Raku caught the bottle and watched as Maki Zenin left. He breathed a sigh of relief. Today's ordeal was finally over. Earning her approval was truly difficult!
His whole body ached, and he felt drained of strength.
But this was just the first step in his journey. There was still a long road ahead, and today's injuries were merely part of the training. In time, they would become less frequent until he was invincible and could live a peaceful life.
The thought of opening a restaurant seemed really appealing. Seeing customers' satisfied smiles, much like his own gratitude for every meal he'd eaten before, was heartwarming.
Back in his room, after bidding farewell to Yuta Okkotsu, Natsubi Raku closed the door, placed the medicine Maki Zenin gave him on the table, and walked into the bathroom to wash off the salt from his sweat.
As he recalled the recent defeat, despite knowing he would lose, he still felt a sense of defiance in his heart.
One day, he would be just as strong. The only question now was when the next system task would be issued.
This downtime was unbearable.
He had been dormant for over ten days. Could it be that he had to wait for the main storyline?
If that were the case, the system might remain inactive for two months.
In that case, he would need to quickly improve himself in the next two months, including his physical skills, cursed techniques, and combat experience.
Time to get serious!
After cleaning himself, Natsubi Raku stepped out of the bathroom, with water droplets falling from his messy hair. He tossed his sweat-soaked clothes into the washing machine, pressed the start button, and left.
To be honest, the living conditions for Jujutsu High students were quite good. The rooms were well-equipped with everything they needed. Of course, the high mortality rate was also real, given the constant battles with cursed spirits. Who could guarantee they wouldn't be beaten to death due to a mistake in information?
"Ah, life is tough!"
He sighed and noticed the medicine on the table. After gently applying it, he lay down on his bed and decided to continue sleeping.
Just as he lay down, Gojo Satoru's voice came from the doorway: "Get up, it's time for training."
"..."
Damn...
Now life was really tough...
Natsubi Raku instantly lost all sleepiness, slowly got up, put on his uniform from the bedside, opened the door, and looked up at the tall Gojo Satoru, saying: "I don't want to move right now. I'm out of strength and cursed energy."
"I know, this time I'm just taking you to pick out a cursed tool and to meet your future first-year junior."
"Junior?"
Natsubi Raku glanced at Gojo Satoru in confusion. The only future first-year student should be Megumi Fushiguro, right?
Might as well go and take a look, to pass the time since he was bored anyway.
"Yes, his name is Megumi Fushiguro. He'll be studying Jujutsu with you guys soon. Take good care of him."
"Ah! Is that so?"
So, Megumi Fushiguro arrived at this time. Although the original manga didn't specify, it made sense. After all, besides learning Jujutsu from Gojo Satoru, he couldn't have learned it on his own, right?
Wait, it seems Jujutsu can be passed down through bloodlines, so saying he learned it on his own might not be wrong either.
Anyway, having a junior was like having another ally. Might as well go and see.
The thought of becoming his senior made Natsubi Raku inexplicably excited. A summoner specializing in close combat?
Quite exciting.
"Let's go, let's go, I'm finally not the weakest anymore."
"No, you're still the weakest."
Gojo Satoru retorted: "Don't underestimate your junior. You might be in for a rude awakening in your first fight."
"Tch! If I can't even beat my junior, I'll downgrade to the first year next year."
Natsubi Raku moved his sore body, lightly jumping a few times, eager to go.
"Fine, then in a few days, I'll arrange a fight for you two. If you lose, I'll demote you to the first year next year."
"..."
Looking at the resolute Gojo Satoru, Natsubi Raku felt a bit hesitant. Losing would mean being mocked by everyone, and Gojo Satoru seemed to genuinely believe that Megumi Fushiguro wouldn't lose.
Was he really that strong just entering the school?
With these doubts, Natsubi Raku followed Gojo Satoru.
Although he had only recently joined, with the cheat system, fire-style jutsu, and Sharingan, if he still got downgraded, that would be outrageous.
"You don't need me to explain what cursed tools are, do you?"
"Yeah, they can harm cursed spirits without using cursed energy and can also incorporate one's own techniques."
"Correct. Every competent Jujutsu sorcerer uses cursed tools since our cursed energy is limited. For instance, your eyes—don't use them on the battlefield unless necessary. Each use consumes your cursed energy and can easily lead to shortages in prolonged battles."
"I understand, Gojo Satoru-sensei."
Natsubi Raku accepted Gojo Satoru's advice happily. After all, finding such a good teacher wasn't easy—strong, protective, and supportive.
Oh, and he'd look great in women's clothing!
After passing through intricate alleys, they arrived at an aged wooden house. Gojo Satoru pushed open the door, revealing the cursed tools stored inside.
Various weapons were displayed on wooden racks.
Swords, naginatas, nunchaku, three-section staffs, and even gauntlets.
"Go inside and pick one that suits you, then we'll go meet your future classmate."
"..."
Future classmate...
That implies they expect me to lose...
Natsubi Raku was speechless. Just as he entered the wooden house, the system's notification popped up.
[Mission: Defeat Megumi Fushiguro. Reward: 10 points, 50 permanent cursed energy increase.]
Ten points?
Wow!
That's incredible!
Previously, four points got me the Great Fire Annihilation; with nine points, I might get an A-rank ninjutsu like Rasengan to play with?
If I can't win this, not only would Gojo Satoru demote me next year, I'd want to beat myself up.
Hahaha!
Junior Megumi, don't blame me for being heavy-handed. Blame it on the system's generous reward.
Ah, this opulence is almost overwhelming.
The life of a rich person is so simple yet boring. As the saying goes, follow the system, and ninjutsu will come daily. Though he currently has nothing, soon his presence will be felt worldwide!