Crash Course

The next morning, the first-year quartet gathered on the Jujutsu High training grounds early.

Maki, Inumaki, and Okkotsu were already circling the track, warming up, while Panda cheered them on from the grass.

He was a Cursed Corpse created by Principal Yaga, so physical exercise was useless to him. He could only sit and wait for the teacher.

"Looks like everyone's early."

Before long, Shinsuke Zenin arrived.

He and Satoru Gojo had divided their time: physical training in the morning, and Gojo's Cursed Technique lessons in the afternoon.

If he increased his workload, Satoru Gojo wouldn't be able to escape it either.

"Teacher Zenin, you're here."

Panda stood up and approached Shinsuke Zenin.

Looking at Panda, who was about his height, Shinsuke Zenin stroked his chin. "You're Principal Yaga's masterpiece, aren't you?"

"Yes, Principal Yaga is my creator, equivalent to my father," Panda said, scratching his head.

"Truly a remarkable masterpiece."

Shinsuke Zenin greatly admired Masamichi Yaga's abilities. Creating a Cursed Corpse that could automatically gather Cursed Energy, possess independent consciousness, and even emotions – wasn't that equivalent to having the ability to create an army of Sorcerers?

If Geto Suguru had been Masamichi Yaga, could the goal of eliminating all non-Sorcerers have been achieved?

Shinsuke Zenin couldn't judge, but he knew that if the two of them cooperated, perhaps even Satoru Gojo couldn't stop them.

"Clap, clap, clap."

Thinking this, Shinsuke Zenin clapped his hands and called out, "Alright, stop running. Let's get straight to business."

Hearing the commotion, Maki and the others stopped and gathered in front of Shinsuke Zenin.

"Master, what are we doing next?"

Maki was a little excited.

Although Shinsuke Zenin had often guided her in physical techniques before, he had never formally taught her like this.

Shinsuke Zenin glanced at the four of them. The sole heir of the Inumaki family, the principal's son, Gojo's relative, and his own disciple – what a great combination.

"There's about a month left until young Suguru's Night of a Hundred Demons. What you need to do is become as strong as possible.

Starting today, your morning lessons will be sparring with me.

You can only use physical techniques, but I'll be lenient and allow you to use Cursed Energy and weapons."

Combining physical techniques with Cursed Energy could help these kids adapt to their bodies better, and perhaps they might even have a chance to master Black Flash.

Hearing this, none of them had any objections, as they all knew that Teacher Zenin was here to teach them physical techniques.

Only Maki pouted slightly in dissatisfaction, as she couldn't use Cursed Energy.

"Come on, let's start right away. If you can hit me even once, you can be dismissed early."

Shinsuke Zenin extended one hand and beckoned, placing the other behind his back.

The meaning was clear: he would only use one hand.

"Master, don't underestimate us!"

Maki took the lead, swinging her long-handled sword and thrusting it at Shinsuke Zenin.

Although she had never fought her master before, she had seen him fight other Sorcerers when she was young.

Her master was strong, but was using only one hand a bit of an insult to them?

As the sword lunged forward, Shinsuke Zenin merely tilted his head slightly, raising his palm and flicking his finger against the blade.

"Clang!"

A crisp metallic sound rang out.

Maki felt a violent vibration transmit through her palm, and the sword flew to the side, causing her to lose her balance. The hilt almost slipped from her grasp.

Quickly regaining her stance, she switched hands to grip the hilt, her other hand numb from the impact.

Pushing up her glasses, Maki's solemn expression held a hint of madness. This was her master's strength. Could she reach this level in the future?

"Everyone be careful, and coordinate your attacks!"

Maki shouted and charged forward again with her sword.

"I'm coming too!"

Panda roared, his burly physique moving with the agility of a startled rabbit. He didn't have any special Cursed Technique; his strongest asset was his physical prowess.

This was a good opportunity to compare himself with Jujutsu High's strongest physical combatant and see the difference.

Seeing this, Okkotsu and Inumaki exchanged a glance and also stepped forward to surround Shinsuke Zenin.

But in Shinsuke Zenin's eyes, their movements were no different from those of elementary school children.

Of course, let alone these little brats, even Satoru Gojo, if he were only sparring physical techniques with him, would be no different from an elementary school child.

"Clang!"

"Bang!"

Soon, an hour had passed since the fight began. The few of them were already feeling tired, but they still hadn't landed a single hit on each other.

"Don't just focus on fighting. During the fight, you need to find your weaknesses. Your attacks should be fast, accurate, and ruthless. Don't hesitate. Aim for vital spots. Are you afraid of accidentally injuring me?"

"Maki, did you skip breakfast? Why are you so weak? Okkotsu, you're a Special Grade Sorcerer, how can your physical combat skills be this poor? Will you have to rely on Rika for every fight from now on?"

"Panda, Inumaki, you two... forget it, I'm asking too much of you."

He thought for a long time, truly unsure of how to critique them.

From his perspective, they had too many openings. Even if their stats weren't high, their techniques were also lacking. The days ahead would be busy.

"Roar!! How dare you talk about Okkotsu!?"

A furious roar erupted from behind Okkotsu, and terrifying Cursed Energy poured out.

Hearing Shinsuke Zenin's words, Rika suddenly went berserk.

What did he mean by telling Okkotsu not to rely on her power? She absolutely wanted Okkotsu to depend on her!

"Rika, don't get impulsive! Teacher Shinsuke is doing this for my own good!"

Seeing the enraged Rika, Okkotsu quickly tried to comfort her, afraid she would start fighting with the teacher.

"Yo, is she a yandere?"

Shinsuke Zenin's hand itched as he looked at Rika, who was enraged by a single sentence.

Such terrifying Cursed Energy. How much Blood Essence would he gain if he killed her?

"Never mind, who told me I'm a teacher? I'll forgive you this time, but don't do this again next time."

Shinsuke Zenin glanced at Rika with a strange look in his eyes. Although she was a curse born from a little girl, in his eyes, she was just cute leveling material.

Rika stared at Shinsuke Zenin for a moment. The eye in the middle of her forehead slowly closed, and she returned to Okkotsu's body.

If it weren't for Okkotsu's sake, she would have definitely fought this guy.

How dare he look at her like that.

"That's all for today. You can rest now. Go back and review today's fight, and we'll continue tomorrow."

Shinsuke Zenin didn't push them further, lest the kids get too discouraged.

"Yes!"

The group was relieved and collapsed onto the lawn to rest. Being put through the wringer for over an hour had been exhausting, both physically and mentally.

"Clap clap clap."

Satoru Gojo's figure appeared beside Shinsuke Zenin, clapping his hands.

"In one hour, I will be teaching you a Cursed Technique class. Remember to manage your time."

Seeing this, the group felt a sense of despair. Why did things suddenly get serious?

Wasn't Jujutsu High always relaxed with its students?

Where was the "happy education"? What was happy about it...

Clearly, Satoru Gojo simply felt that if Shinsuke Zenin was this serious, why shouldn't he be?

The two teachers had simple intentions: just teach the students to become stronger. Maki and the others, however, had more complex thoughts, as it was they who needed to get stronger.