False Ten Shadows Technique and False Blood Manipulation

Yuki Tsukumo glanced at Yoshinobu Gakuganji. "These are the three genius brats you were talking about?"

Yoshinobu Gakuganji's eye twitched, pulling at the wrinkles all over his face.

"You two bastards... someone's coming!"

Gojo Sawa suddenly noticed a large crowd appearing in front of the school building and immediately growled in a low voice.

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto snapped to attention and instantly let go of each other.

The three of them quickly brushed the dust off their clothes, stood up, wiped their noses, put on their cracked sunglasses, and guiltily looked around, pretending to be innocent.

Playing dumb...

The scene was dead silent for a moment, awkwardly so.

"Oh! Teacher Yaga, you're here too!"

Gojo Satoru caught a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye and waved carelessly, shouting.

Among the crowd, Masamichi Yaga, who had been trying to minimize his presence, felt his body stiffen.

Facing the scrutinizing gazes of everyone, Masamichi Yaga said nothing, still maintaining his stern expression.

On the surface, he was calm and unruffled, but in truth, he had already mentally checked out a while ago.

It wasn't just Masamichi Yaga; the higher-ups of the Gojo Clan were also having a massive headache at this moment.

Zenin Ogi, the elder dispatched by the Zenin Clan this time, spoke harshly: "Is this the Gojo Clan's idea of discipline? A direct heir of one of the Three Great Families, brawling in public without any regard for image? What kind of behavior is that?"

Though deeply displeased, Suguru Geto knew this man was a high-ranking member of the Three Great Families. As someone from a non-sorcerer family background, he had no standing or position to talk back, so he could only respond with a blank expression.

In contrast, Gojo Satoru, flaunting his arrogance as the direct heir of the Gojo Clan, looked disdainfully at Zenin Ogi and spat fiercely.

"Insolent brat!"

Zenin Ogi's aged face twitched as he was about to lose his temper.

Beside him, Gojo Sawa patted Gojo Satoru on the head. "Oh, my foolish little brother! This is an elder of the Three Great Families! As a junior, you should mind your manners!"

Hearing this, Zenin Ogi put on an air of authority. "At last, there's a junior who knows some decency..."

Before he could finish, Gojo Sawa continued: "After all, with that scrawny build of his, he clearly doesn't have many years left. We youngsters should at least show some consideration!"

"You..."

Zenin Ogi choked, nearly drawing his sword in a rage.

"Hahahaha..."

Yuki Tsukumo burst into unrestrained laughter from the sidelines.

She had long been fed up with these old geezers but was constrained by her position from acting out. Right now, she truly envied Gojo Sawa's sharp tongue that could insult without using a single curse word.

"Alright, enough arguing. Don't forget we're all gathered here to hold the Inter-School Exchange Event!"

Gakuganji coughed twice and said calmly.

Hearing this, Zenin Ogi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let it go.

Soon, Tokyo Jujutsu High and Kyoto Jujutsu High each formed their teams.

Compared to Kyoto's team of over twenty people, Gojo Sawa's meager three-man squad looked pitifully sparse.

"Several Grade 3 Curses have been placed within the competition area, along with one terrifying Grade 2 Curse!"

"The rules are: the team that exorcises the Grade 2 Curse first wins. If neither team exorcises it within the time limit, the team that exorcises more Grade 3 Curses wins!"

"Additionally, as long as you don't cause fatal injuries, obstructing and interfering with the opposing team is permitted, as is temporarily incapacitating them to force an early withdrawal!"

Masamichi Yaga announced in a clear voice.

Then, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the drowsy trio of Gojo Sawa, he couldn't help but darken his expression.

"Dismissed!"

At the command, over twenty students from Kyoto Jujutsu High charged into the dense forest in unison.

Gojo Sawa and the other two looked at each other, then turned around together, staggering listlessly into the competition grounds.

"Big Brother, did you bring any snacks? I'm hungry!"

"Shut up, Satoru. I still haven't settled the score with you for stealing my ohagi last time!"

"I can't believe you two eat sweets all day without getting sick of them. Clearly, soba noodles are infinitely better!"

"Salt-lovers, get out of here!"

The three chatted idly as they walked.

Suddenly, a thread of blood shot out like an arrow, aimed directly at Gojo Sawa's back.

Clang!!!

But the blood thread, less than twenty centimeters from Sawa, slammed into an invisible wall and instantly scattered.

The three of them stopped, listlessly turning to look behind them.

A group of four—two from the Zenin Clan, two from the Kamo Clan—slowly emerged from behind the trees.

One of the Kamo Clan members wore a smile, clapping his hands repeatedly, seemingly quite pleased with Gojo Sawa's performance just now.

"As expected of the Six Eyes Twins from the Gojo Clan—the Limitless is truly outstanding!"

Gojo Sawa let out a light laugh. "You're not bad either!"

Atsushi Kamo raised an eyebrow. "Was my attack just now impressive enough to catch your eye?"

"No, I mean, your eye for talent is pretty good!"

"..."

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto were stifling their laughter beside him.

Atsushi Kamo flushed with anger. "Damn it! Don't look down on me! Watch closely—this is the Kamo Clan's inherited technique!"

"Blood Manipulation: Piercing Blood!"

Atsushi Kamo clasped his hands together, and dense threads of blood shot out like bullets.

Seeing this, Gojo Sawa raised his right hand, flicked his middle finger, and instantly sent the blood threads flying away.

"What?"

Atsushi Kamo was stunned.

"Don't be surprised yet—let me be surprised first!"

Gojo Sawa raised an eyebrow and asked, "As far as I know, the Kamo Clan hasn't produced a member who can use Blood Manipulation yet, right?"

Atsushi Kamo grinned with a cold sneer. "That's just your ignorance! Soya!"

"Got it!"

The other Kamo Clan member behind Atsushi Kamo, Soya Kamo, formed hand seals, and countless droplets of blood materialized around him.

"Blood Manipulation: Senbon Rashin!" ×2

At the same time, the two Zenin Clan members also moved.

The shadows around them writhed like living things, until they transformed into two shikigami!

"Ten Shadows Technique: Divine Dog!" ×2

The three of them—Gojo Sawa, Gojo Satoru, and Suguru Geto—froze. "Are you kidding me?!"

First the Kamo Clan produces a Blood Manipulation heir, and now the Zenin Clan produces a Ten Shadows Technique heir?

Were these things as common as cabbages, appearing just like that?

"No!"

Gojo Sawa suddenly noticed that these Divine Dogs were vastly different from the one Megumi Fushiguro had summoned.

Their fur was patchy, their limbs slightly deformed, their eyes vacant, and drool dripped from their mouths—like they'd been infected with some zombie virus.

Was this supposed to be a Divine Dog? Calling it a stray dog would be overpraising it, okay?

And their power was pathetic too—before they could even get close, Suguru Geto's Sandworm swallowed them up.

"Also, this Blood Manipulation..."

The Senbon Rashin struck the Limitless and scattered almost instantly.

Suguru Geto summoned a defensive Grade 2 cursed spirit, which easily blocked the attack as well.

This so-called Blood Manipulation and Ten Shadows Technique seemed ridiculously weak.

Suguru Geto furrowed his brow.

"If this is the Blood Manipulation and Ten Shadows Technique that are supposed to be on par with the Limitless, they're a bit of a letdown!"

Gojo Sawa rubbed his chin and commented, "It's like a neutered version!"

Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement. "Then they should be called Fake Blood Manipulation and Fake Ten Shadows Technique!"