[Zenin Clan estate...]
Inside a traditional Japanese room, there is only a low table in the middle. Naobito sat at the front, a gourd of strong alcohol in his hand, his eyes cold and neutral.
Sitting in front of him was Ogi Zenin, who held a provocative smirk filled with joy on his face that you could barely notice if not looking specifically for it.
After Ogi came Jinichi, Ranta, and Chojuro Zenin, all of whom remained silent about the conversation regarding Naoya's death, as if the one who had died was a stone instead of a relative.
"With Naoya's death at the hands of the Special Grade sorcerer, Akira Shokotsu... The position of clan head will be passed on to either Megumi Fushiguro. wielder of the Ten Shadows technique, or Maki Zenin..." Naobito spoke nonchalantly while taking a sip of his alcohol.
As if he doesn't care that his son had just died.
Which he probably doesn't.
At the mention of Maki's name, everyone looked at Ogi with a mocking glance in their eyes. Ogi, on the other hand, was not pleased at all, veins of anger popping on his forehead.
"What is the meaning of this? Megumi Fushiguro is obvious, but Maki? Is that good for nothing, even a choice?" Ogi asked angrily, his palm resting on the hilt of his sword.
He hated his daughters because they were born without cursed energy, or with a strong technique they couldn't even use, and had cost him the Clan head position.
And now his brother, whom he hates for becoming what he wanted to be and taking his dream, is telling him that his failure of a daughter is in line for the position of Clan head?
"Do I need to repeat myself twice? You are old, Ogi, and so am I. I am 70 years old, while you're not far behind. We can't have old foggies like us continue to be Clan head," Naobito replied to Ogi's question with a casual shrug.
Chojuro, who was listening with his hands crossed behind his back, shuddered as veins of anger protruded on his head. He was also old, which made him ineligible for the position of clan head.
In fact, anyone could be the next clan head by killing Naobito, but even if they all jumped at Naobito, they would lose due to his speed. Only Jinichi has a chance at beating Naobito.
Ranta and Jinichi, on the other hand, were not old enough to be in line for the clan head position. The two exchanged glances, filled with malice and killing intent well hidden in their eyes.
Both of them knew they were enemies now, fighting for the opportunity to become the clan head.
"What about the new organisation of the Sorcery Guild that Satoru Gojo had created after killing the Higher-ups?" Chojuro asked, quieting the room instantly at the mention.
"Satoru Gojo made it very clear that no one will be involved if they hail from a clan. The members for it have already been chosen: it's the Grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento, Yaga Masamichi, and Yoshinobu Gakuganji"
Naobito replied to Chojuro with nonchalance. He knew there was nothing they could do unless they wanted to go against Satoru Gojo, which was practically suicide, so he just relaxed.
Ogi got up and walked out of the room, with throbbing veins on his forehead. He closed the door behind him, causing it to explode from the force as he continued walking.
"Maki..." Ogi growled out his daughter's name with such hate that you would think he was saying the name of the person who killed his whole family.
[Jujutsu High.]
Akira walked down a pathway in the forest, hands in his pockets and a calm smile on his face as he enjoyed some alone time for himself.
"Hmm?"
His hair swayed in the gentle breeze when a sudden tinge alerted him from behind. Akira's body tensed as he spun around instantly, his fist pulled back for a punch.
Boom!
A crow that was watching him from the top of a tree exploded into a mist of blood, black feathers falling towards the ground as Akira looked at it with confusion.
"A crow gave me the sense of a threat? Or was it a crow-shaped curse? But I can't see curses..." Akira put his hand down as he watched the feather fall to the ground.
Meanwhile...
Bang!
Mei Mei fell back onto her bed with a loud bang, cold sweat seeping into her clothes. Her chest rose up and down in panic as she felt her heart beat accelerate.
"Big sister, what happened?!" Ui Ui quickly moved next to Mei Mei, who only had a robe on, revealing her thick and supple white thighs, and one of her breasts to Ui Ui's eyes.
"Akira Shokotsu... You really are a hot piece of coal... Don't worry, Ui Ui. Big sister was trying to gain information for our client." Mei Mei smiled at Ui Ui as she wiped the sweat from her brow.
"Did you get anything important?" Ui Ui asked coquettishly, while Mei chuckled at his facial expression. She leaned down, rubbing her face right next to his ear.
"Not exactly, which has made me frustrated. Get into bed and wait for your elder sister obediently. I'll need a thorough massage to relax after this~," Mei Mei whispered in Ui Ui's ear, causing the young boy to blush as he quickly got into bed.
"Though I am thinking of increasing the price now, considering the amount of danger from this youngster..." Mei Mei spoke with caution in her tone, picking up her phone while clicking on her client's phone number.
With a click, she called her client to reconsider the price negotiations.
Back with Akira, he continued walking for a few minutes before reaching his destination, Jujutsu High's storage of cursed tools. Akira opened the storage with a special key, expecting to see a bunch of cursed tools.
But all he saw was an empty room, spider webs everywhere.
"What the hell happened here? Did someone come and steal the cursed tools while Gojo and I were away?" Akira walked into the room, his brain tensing as he activated Demon Brain.
But he didn't see anything except the remains of some cursed energy that he had never sensed before. With only that, he won't be able to find the culprit.
"Although I don't need cursed tools anymore to kill curses. Maki is still in need of it..." Akira muttered to himself with annoyance before exiting the shed and making his way back to the school to talk with Gojo.
During the almost 2 months that had passed since the death of the Higher-ups, Akira didn't stop training for even a day. He focused on mastering the skill needed to fight curses barehanded.
And after two months of training and a year of trying to master the skill, he had done it with the help of his Image Training.
Entering the teaching building, Akira walked to Gojo's office and entered. Inside the office, Gojo was spinning a pen around his fingers, his legs crossed, as he watched Akira enter the room.
"Oh? My favourite student had come to visit me. But I thought you and Maki had gone on a mission together?" Gojo raised his eyebrows, confusion in his voice.
"Ha? What are you talking about? I haven't seen Maki since this morning, and I came to talk to you about the missing cursed tools from the shed," Akira replied with confusion, rubbing the back of his head.
"Hmmm..." Gojo sat up straight at Akira's words. Maki has literally said she and Akira were going on a mission this morning.
Just then, Akira's phone rang. Looking at his phone, Akira raised an eyebrow as Utahime was calling him.
Picking up, Akira put the phone to his ear.
"Akira-san, one of our students, went missing yesterday, and we can't contact her. She is the sister of Maki Zenin in your school, so I thought I could ask you since you seem close to her," Utahime's worried tone echoed from the phone in Akira's ears.
"What?..." Akira looked at his phone in confusion, his fist clenched as he immediately thought of something.
"The Zenin clan..." Akira muttered.
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