Yoru began to focus more of his energy on guiding the underclassmen.
The underground training grounds of Jujutsu High became a hell of intertwined screams and booming echoes.
"Too slow! Faster!"
"Your swings are relying on nothing but brute force. Your breathing rhythm is a mess—how do you expect to concentrate your cursed energy into a single point?!"
Yoru stood in the center of the training ground, holding a wooden sword.
His movements seemed effortless; he wasn't even using a trace of cursed energy.
Yet, every swing landed with surgical precision on Kento Nanami and Yu Haibara's vitals, sent them flying back again and again.
"Bang!"
Nanami slammed heavily against the wall before sliding down.
He gasped for breath, his entire body wracked with pain as if it were falling apart.
But behind his goggles, his eyes flickered with an unprecedented, fervent light.
Under Yoru's borderline sadistic demonic training, both his and Haibara's strength were skyrocketing at an astronomical pace!
Especially Nanami.
Yoru had designed a series of extremely rigorous basic physical training sessions specifically tailored for his Ratio Technique.
"Nanami, your technique forcibly creates weaknesses—that is a powerful talent indeed."
Yoru stood in the middle of the field, his tone calm and serious.
"But remember, a technique is just a tool. Your physical body is the foundation that carries that power."
"If your reaction speed cannot keep up with your opponent, or if your stamina cannot support high-intensity bursts, then even the most perfect critical hit is nothing more than empty talk."
During those days, Yoru did not rush to teach them advanced jujutsu techniques.
Instead, he acted as the strictest martial arts grandmaster, constantly pushing their physical limits to the edge.
Watching the two youths rapidly transform through sweat and pain, a satisfied smile played across the corner of Yoru's mouth.
They would become the vital core of the future battle against Kenjaku's forces.
But relying on them alone was far from enough.
The brutal Shinjuku Showdown of the future required peak combatants capable of facing Special Grades or even Sukuna head-on!
"That's enough for today."
Yoru tossed the wooden sword aside, glancing at the two collapsed figures on the floor.
"We continue tomorrow."
With that, Yoru turned and left the training area.
He didn't return to the dorms; instead, he walked straight out of Jujutsu High's barrier.
"It's time to go see that girl."
Yoru looked toward Kyoto, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
One of the Big Three Families: the Zenin family.
This ancient clan, which had survived for a thousand years, might look glorious on the surface, but it was rotten to the core, enough to make one sick.
Here, if you didn't have a powerful technique, you weren't even considered human.
Maki Zenin, a direct descendant of the clan head, was born with no cursed energy. She couldn't even see the lowest-grade cursed spirits. In this family, she lived a life worse than a dog's.
"Bang!"
The heavy wooden gates of the Zenin estate, symbols of honor and status, were blown into splinters by a terrifying force!
"Who's there?! How dare you trespass into the Zenin estate!"
Several Zenin sorcerers on guard duty turned pale with shock, drawing their weapons as they rushed out.
However, before they could even register the intruder's appearance...
A red blur flashed through them like a bolt of lightning!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The guards didn't even have time to scream before they were sent flying by an irresistible force, slamming into the walls and losing consciousness instantly.
Yoru walked into the Zenin courtyard with his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless.
His goal was clear: the Zenin family's punishment room—the base of the Kukuru Unit.
"You bastard... how dare you run wild in this place?!"
Just then, an arrogant voice dripping with malice echoed from the end of the hallway.
Sixteen-year-old Naoya Zenin stood there, his blonde hair styled meticulously and his eyes filled with gloom.
Wearing expensive kimono and flanked by a group of Kukuru Unit members, he blocked Yoru's path.
Though young, he was recognized as a once-in-a-century genius within the Zenin family, and his heart was filled with ultimate contempt for the weak.
"Hey, brat, do you have any idea where you are?"
Naoya tucked his hands into his sleeves, eyeing Yoru with nothing but disdain.
"A piece of trash with no cursed energy dares to act out in the Zenin house? Break his legs and throw him out!"
At Naoya's command, dozens of Kukuru Unit members brandished their cursed tools and charged at Yoru with a roar.
Faced with these aggressive enemies, Yoru didn't even reach for the blade at his waist.
He merely sighed softly.
"A bunch of idiots brainwashed by a rotten system."
The moment the words left his mouth, Yoru vanished from his spot!
A second later, he was among them like a tiger among a flock of sheep!
He used no flashy moves, only the most basic physical strikes.
But every punch and kick carried the terrifying explosive power granted by Sun Breathing!
"Crack! Thud! Argh!"
The crisp sound of breaking bones and agonized screams rose in succession.
In less than ten seconds, the dozens of Kukuru Unit members were all lying on the ground, wailing in pain, unable to stand.
"Th—This... how is this possible?!"
Naoya's eyes widened, his arrogant expression freezing instantly.
Although he was the strongest among his peers in the family line, he hadn't even seen how this youth had moved!
"Now, it's your turn."
Yoru slowly turned his head, his cold gaze locking onto Naoya Zenin.
"You... don't get too full of yourself! I am—"
Before Naoya could finish, Yoru appeared right in front of him.
"Bang!"
Yoru didn't waste words, delivering a heavy whip-kick that slammed directly into Naoya's abdomen!
"Gah!"
Naoya sprayed a large mouthful of blood as he was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through three walls before being buried under a pile of rubble.
His life or death remained unknown.
Having cleared the nuisances, Yoru walked straight to the dark, damp punishment room at the end of the hallway.
He kicked the iron door open.
The room reeked of blood and mold.
A small figure was curled up on a straw mat in the corner, her body covered in bruises and whip marks.
The five-year-old Maki Zenin bit her lip hard.
Hearing the door being kicked in, Maki looked up sharply, staring at Yoru like a wounded young beast.
Her eyes were filled with alertness, anger, and a faint, hidden trace of despair.
"Who are you? Are you here to mock me too?"
Maki grit her teeth, her voice raspy.
Looking at the girl who had endured countless hardships in the original timeline to eventually awaken as a tyrant, a flicker of pity passed through Yoru's heart.
He walked slowly over to Maki and crouched down, meeting her stubborn eyes at eye level.
"My name is Yoru."
"I'm here to take you away."
Maki froze for a moment before letting out a cold sneer.
"Take me away? Don't be ridiculous. In this family, someone with no cursed energy is worse than trash. It's the same wherever I go."
"Trash?"
Yoru raised an eyebrow and suddenly reached out, grabbing Maki's wrist.
A gentle yet incredibly massive power surged from Yoru's palm into Maki's battered body.
Maki was shocked to find that her pain was miraculously soothed by this energy.
"Listen, kid."
Yoru looked into Maki's eyes and spoke with deliberate weight.
"Having no cursed energy isn't scary."
"What's scary is you surrendering to these actual pieces of trash."
Yoru stood up and pointed toward the Zenin elites lying defeated outside.
"Do you see them? I have no cursed energy either."
"But I can still trample this so-called 'thousand-year clan' under my feet!"
Maki looked at the members of the Kukuru Unit who were usually so high and mighty, now lying like dead dogs, and her pupils constricted to the limit.
Her heart, which had been slowly going cold, felt as though a raging fire had been tossed into it at that moment!
"Come with me."
Yoru held out his hand to Maki.
"I will teach you how to use the blade in your hand to sever this rotten family and cut down this damn fate."
Maki looked at Yoru's broad, strong hand, then at his deep, confident eyes.
She grit her teeth, stood up with all her strength, and grabbed Yoru's hand.
"Fine! I'll go with you!"
Looking at this growing sprout, Yoru knew that the core team for the future battle against Kenjaku and Sukuna was beginning to take shape.
However, just as Yoru was leading Maki out of the Zenin estate...
His heart suddenly throbbed with a sharp, intense pain!
[WARNING! HOST DETECTED FORCIBLY CHANGING CORE WORLD LINE NODES!]
[WORLD WILL REJECTION INTENSIFYING!]
[WARNING! PLEASE COMPLETE THE CURRENT PHASE MISSION IMMEDIATELY, OR FACE FORCED REPATRIATION!]
Hearing the piercing alarm of the system in his mind, Yoru's expression shifted slightly.
He could faintly feel the world's rejection of him intensifying at a terrifying speed.
He really didn't have much time left.
He had to finish setting up all his pieces before he was forcibly sent back!
Meanwhile, overseas, the white-haired strongest sorcerer—who had just suffered the blow of his best friend's defection—seemed to be reaching his most terrifying evolution amidst this extreme emotional turmoil!
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