Kenshin quickly snapped his head to Satoru and glared at him. If there's anyone in this world who could've influenced Yuta—it would be none other than Satoru Gojo!
Especially after seeing the latter whistling to himself while looking anywhere but Kenshin, his suspicion was quickly confirmed.
Unfortunately, there's no point arguing with the man for now.
He shifted his attention back to Yuta and carefully chose his next words.
"Yuta…what made you think I'm worthy enough to be your Sensei?" He asked.
There was no hesitation in Yuta's face as he answered, "Because it was you who saved me, senpai. If it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't have found the purpose that Gojo-sensei said that I have."
Kenshin once again snapped his head to the albino gorilla Sorcerer and resisted the urge to smack his smackable face, He's definitely to be blamed in this!
He turned his eyes back to Yuta again and replied calmly, "Yuta, you're almost my age, don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for you to have a teacher who is as old as you?"
To his surprise, Yuta shook his head, "I don't mind it, Senpai. In fact, just being near my age yet already reliable and strong makes you more than qualified to be a teacher! I even heard from Gojo-sensei that there's more to your strength that you're just hiding!"
At this point, stars were flickering within Yuta's eyes as he stared at Kenshin like most fans would stare at their idol.
Kenshin was speechless. He doesn't want to be Yuta's teacher, he only accepts women as his students!
After all, he had hundreds of students back in the world of Fantazio and all of them were men! He's already tired of taking men as students.
As if to add fuel to the growing fire, Satoru chimed in with his usual cheerful bravado, "I'm sure, Kenshin-sensei would accept you. After all, I heard he already took in two students, it doesn't hurt to take in another one, right?"
I'm going to punch this guy off this planet! Screamed Kenshin mentally as his knuckles were itching to come in contact with a certain face.
Kenshin crossed his arms and said seriously, "Sigh…Fine. But I'll only teach you what I deem reasonable to teach you, is that clear?"
"Yes, Kenshin-senpa—I mean, Kenshin-sensei!" Yuta straightened his back and gave him a deep bow again.
Kenshin instantly went into his teacher mode and started scolding the poor boy, "No bowing. My students never bow to anyone! That's my number one rule. So always raise your head with confidence!"
On the sidelines, an inexplicable smirk was plastered on Satoru's face as he rubbed his chin.
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After the concert ended, Kenshin discovered that Satoru brought Yuta here because of the fact that Yuta has always been a fan of the band and before the boy proceeds to enroll in Jujutsu High and officially lock himself in the school grounds for months until he could control his Cursed Energy and of course, the special-grade Cursed Spirit Rika—visiting the concert of his favorite band was Yuta's one last request.
Before leaving, Satoru insisted for Kenshin to take Yuta back to Jujutsu High himself. The albino gorilla sorcerer insisted that it's a necessary first step for a teacher and a student. Not to mention, the guy was called by the Principal to be somewhere else.
Kenshin doubts Satoru even answers the phone when the Principal calls him.
But still, Kenshin had no choice but to accept. What else can he do when Satoru instantly disappears before he can throw a complaint?
Someday, once I'm strong enough. I'm going to shave him bald and disfigure his face, Kenshin silently swore in his heart.
Kenshin grabbed Yuta and ignored his questions filled with curiosity and instantly teleported just outside the Jujutsu High School grounds.
He also spread his senses inside and sensed a lone figure practicing with her Naginata on the training field under the shine of the moonlight.
"Tomorrow, I'll come and fetch you for training. So make sure to wake up early." Before Yuta could say anything, Kenshin was already gone.
"O-Okay…" His voice trailed in the air, heard by no one but himself.
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"Hah! Hah! Hiaah!" The blade of her Naginata flickered under the moonlight as her edge sliced across the air.
Maki danced around the training field, honing her techniques, mastering her handling of the Naginata, and last but not the least, tempering her body.
As someone who was born without an inkling of Cursed Energy, she has no choice but to resort to other methods.
Training her physical body to the limits and using Cursed Energy-infused weapons to fight against Cursed Spirits.
Previously, she used a pair of glasses that allowed her to see the figures of Cursed Spirits that are normally invisible to normal humans that doesn't have a shred of cursed energy, like her.
But now, thanks to the new Naginata in her hand, she can see them just fine without the use of the said glasses. Though she still wore them for reasons she doesn't want to disclose to others.
Maki maintained her footwork as she bent her waist and sliced the ground, causing a deep horizontal-shaped sinkhole on the sandy ground.
All of a sudden, a familiar voice interrupted her session, "You're lacking strength. I suggest focusing on building more muscle and developing your foundations. I can see how you were in a worry."
Turning around with a loud sigh of exhaustion, Maki squinted her eyes at the figure of Kenshin, standing on the edge of the training field with his arms crossed.
A sliver of joy flashed within her face before she quickly reeled it back and replaced it with a scowl, "What are you doing here? You were gone for days."
"Oh? Did you perhaps, miss me? Don't worry, I miss you too and those muscles of yours." Kenshin grinned and flashed him a predatory smile.
"Y-You pervert!" Maki's face turned beet red as she tried to cover her biceps while she pointed her index finger at him in accusation.
She's currently wearing a white top tank and only covers her chest down to her fairly toned abs. And since she's been training for hours, her muscles are glistening with sweat and her tank top is also soaked.
Normally, she ignores such miscellaneous details but recently, after meeting Kenshin and becoming her fellow freshman, she's started to take more care about her appearance.
Such examples are her rimless glasses. If it were her in the past, she would've long discarded it as it doesn't have a use anymore but when she looked at the mirror this morning—she felt like wearing it made her look good.
Kenshin raised his hands in defeat and shook his head, feigning disappointment, "Geez, is that how you respond to someone complimenting your good looks? Or maybe this is your first time."
"Wha—?! N-No?"
"Hmm…You sound unsure." Kenshin continued with the teasing.
Unfortunately, she seemed to have caught on and realized that he was just making fun of her at this point, "You!… Sigh! Why are you here?"
"Nothing much. A certain someone just forced me to become the teacher of our newest classmate."
"Gojo-sensei. Understandable." Maki nodded her head in understanding, as if she were stating the obvious.
Kenshin chuckled, a Naginata materializing in his left hand.
"Let's spar a bit. I want to see how far you've progressed from your training." He continued with an arrogant smirk.
Maki grinned and instantly went into her battle stance, "Good, I was just thinking the same thing."
Sure, she's exhausted from her training but making excuses is for the weak and she's no weakling.
"Ready?" Kenshin casually rested his Naginata which almost towers as high as his height and asked her for confirmation.
Maki didn't answer—instead, she instantly rushed forward, closing the distance between her and Kenshin in just a few seconds.
The blade of her Naginata was nearing Kenshin's neck, the intention to kill was clear.
However, she's not doing it exactly to kill Kenshin. It's because she knows he'll manage just fine and holding back against him would come and bite her in the ass.
True to her expectations, Kenshin easily parried the attack, using the shaft of his Naginata to stop the momentum.
"Slow." He harshly said.
But for some reason, Maki felt enjoyment in being judged like that. Not an ounce did she find it offensive.
Maki took a short step back before bursting forward explosively.
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While Kenshin was busy spending his night outside, sparring with a beautiful woman, he remained oblivious to his room being invaded by his little sister.
Kuroki Tomoko, after hearing the commotion downstairs and eavesdropping on her brother's room, felt something was amiss and decided to activate her hidden persona!
Detective Tomoko!
"Where did he hide that child?" Tomoko muttered to herself as she searched every nook and cranny of the room and found nothing.
She went to his desk and pulled the drawer underneath. As soon as the contents were exposed to her, she froze.
Her trembling hands grabbed the pair of pink underwear from inside.
Clearly, it doesn't belong to her brother, it's a girl's panty!
"W-Who does this belong to!?" Tomoko stammered.
She looked around for a few seconds before slowly bringing the panty close to her nose and taking a few sniffs.
"T-T-This belongs to Yasaka-san!?" She instantly recognized the scent on the panty!
As for how she knows about it? It's a girl's secret!
"C-Could Onii-chan also be a pervert like me?" Well, for some reason, she felt relieved from making that assumption.
Unbeknownst to her, the cabinet behind her slowly opened with a short but loud enough creaking sound.
Creak
She froze, her blood turning cold and her face becoming pale.
Slowly, she turned her head around, her eyes watching the cabinet doors being pushed wide open by a pair of hands that came from inside the cabinet.
What made her puzzled and more fearful of the situation was the fact that the inside of the cabinet was pitch-black!
It's like there's a limitless void inside that couldn't be measured.
Tomoko slowly backed away, tumbling over a picture frame and a pile of items from the table but she ignored it, her pale face kept staring at the empty void with nothing but a pair of hands pushing the cabinet doors.
She's both curious and afraid of who those hands belong to and why they are inside a dark limitless void.
After a bloody few seconds of waiting that felt more like hours, the doors were pushed to the limit, and a small petite figure whose hands belonged to, finally stepped out.
"Y-You're the girl from earlier!?" Tomoko shakily pointed her finger at the familiar petite girl.
It was the same girl that she saw being slung over her brother's shoulders!
"I knew it! Onii-chan is both a pervert and a pedophile!" She was certain of her assumption this time!
Meanwhile, Ophis, who just got bored with the silence inside the dark space, which is an irony considering she's been preaching and searching for peace for years, noticed that she's not alone.
She jumped from the cabinet and softly landed on the wooden floor, tilting her head in curiosity at Tomoko's presence.
"Who are you?" Ophis asked with the same indifferent tone in her voice.
"I should be the one asking you! This is my brother's room and what are you doing in his room? Did he kidnap you?"
Ophis cutely placed her finger on her lips in curiosity, "…Kidnap? What's that?"
"It's…when you…nevermind…" Tomoko felt like it would be useless to explain and a waste of time, so she completely abandoned it.
Suddenly, Ophis took a step forward, startling Tomoko like a cat getting stepped on her tail.
She stuttered, "D-Don't get closer. I-I can fight!"
"Who are you?" The Dragon God took another step forward while repeating the same question from before.
She then continued with another question but this time, it was filled with a bunch of unfamiliar terms, "You must be one of those humans who possess a Sacred Gear inside them? And yours smells a bit familiar…it smells draconic…"
"S-Sacred Gear? D-Draconic? W-What?"
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[Surprised? If you are, then how about you smash me with those stones from your pocket, yeah?]
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[Next Chapter: Ch. 66 - Sacred Gears]