Yuki Tsukumo glanced at Yoshinobu Gakuganji. "So these are the three genius boys you were talking about?"
The corner of Yoshinobu Gakuganji's eye twitched, tugging at the wrinkles across his face.
"You two idiots... Someone's coming!"
Gojo Sawa suddenly spotted a large group of people in front of the school building and hissed.
Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto came to their senses and immediately let go of each other.
The three dusted themselves off and scrambled to their feet, wiped away their nosebleeds, put on their cracked sunglasses, then guiltily looked around.
Playing dumb...
The scene fell utterly silent—awkwardly so.
"Oh! Teacher Yaga, you're here too!"
Gojo Satoru suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye and waved at him without a care.
In the crowd, Masamichi Yaga, who had been trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, stiffened.
Under everyone's scrutinizing gazes, Masamichi Yaga said nothing, keeping his stern expression fixed in place.
He appeared completely unfazed, but he'd already been here for a while.
Masamichi Yaga wasn't the only one with a headache. The Gojo Clan's higher-ups were also having quite a time of it.
Zenin Ogi, the elder sent by the Zenin Clan, spoke sharply.
"So this is how the Gojo Clan raises its children? The legitimate heir of one of the Three Great Families brawling in public without a shred of decorum? What a disgrace!"
Though Suguru Geto was seething inside, he knew the man was a high-ranking member of one of the Three Great Families.
As someone from a family without a Cursed Technique, he had neither the standing nor the leverage to talk back, so he kept his expression blank.
Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, acted every bit the spoiled heir of the Gojo Clan. He looked at Zenin Ogi with disdain and spat hard on the ground.
"How insolent!"
Zenin Ogi's old face twitched, and he was just about to lose his temper.
Gojo Sawa patted Gojo Satoru on the head.
"My foolish little brother! He's an elder of one of the Three Great Families. As a junior, you ought to mind your manners!"
Hearing this, Zenin Ogi struck a dignified pose. "At least one of the younger generation still knows how to behave..."
Before he could finish, Gojo Sawa continued, "After all, with a scrawny body like his, he looks like he doesn't have many years left. We young folks should at least try to be considerate!"
"You..."
Zenin Ogi choked on his words, nearly drawing his sword in a fit of rage.
"Hahahaha..."
Nearby, Yuki Tsukumo doubled over laughing without the slightest restraint.
She'd long been fed up with these old men, but her position made it hard to speak out.
Now she couldn't help envying Gojo Sawa's talent for delivering vicious insults without using a single curse word.
"All right, enough arguing. Don't forget we're all gathered here for the Inter-School Exchange Event!" Yoshinobu Gakuganji said calmly, clearing his throat twice.
At that, Zenin Ogi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let the matter drop.
Soon, the students from Tokyo Jujutsu High and Kyoto Jujutsu High split into their respective groups.
Compared to Kyoto Jujutsu High's team of over twenty, Gojo Sawa's group of just three looked rather pathetic.
"Several Grade 3 Cursed Spirits have been placed in the competition area, along with one terrifyingly powerful Grade 2 Cursed Spirit!"
"The rules are simple: the first team to exorcise the Grade 2 Cursed Spirit wins. If neither team exorcises it before time runs out, the team that exorcises more Grade 3 Cursed Spirits wins!"
"Also, as long as no one's life is endangered, you may obstruct or interfere with the other team, or render them temporarily unable to fight and force them to withdraw!"
Masamichi Yaga spoke in a clear, carrying voice.
Then he glanced out of the corner of his eye at Gojo Sawa and the others, who looked half-asleep, and his expression darkened.
"Disperse!"
At his command, the more than twenty students from Kyoto Jujutsu High charged into the woods as one.
Gojo Sawa and the other two exchanged looks, then turned around in unison and ambled listlessly into the competition area.
"Big bro, did you bring any snacks? I'm hungry!"
"Shut up, Satoru. I haven't even gotten you back for stealing my sakura mochi last time!"
"I can't imagine how you two eat sweets all day without getting sick of them. Soba is a million times better!"
"Throw the savory-food fan out!"
The three chatted as they walked.
Suddenly, a streak of blood shot out like an arrow, aimed straight at Gojo Sawa's back.
Clang!!!
But when the blood streak came within twenty centimeters of Sawa, it seemed to slam into an invisible wall and scattered at once.
The three stopped and turned to look back, their expressions still bored.
A group of four—two from the Zenin Clan and two from the Kamo Clan—slowly emerged from behind the trees.
One of the Kamo Clan members wore a smile and clapped repeatedly, apparently impressed by Gojo Sawa's performance.
"As expected of the Gojo Clan's Six Eyes Twins. Your Limitless is truly impressive!"
Gojo Sawa gave a light laugh. "You're not bad yourself!"
Atsushi Kamo raised his eyebrows. "Was my attack just now that impressive?"
"No, I meant you have great taste!"
"..."
Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto were struggling to hold back their laughter.
Atsushi Kamo flew into a rage. "Damn it! Don't underestimate me! Watch closely. This is the Kamo Clan's inherited Cursed Technique!"
"Blood Manipulation: Piercing Blood!"
Atsushi Kamo brought his hands together, and a dense spray of blood shot out like bullets.
Gojo Sawa raised his right hand, bent his middle finger, and flicked. The blood streaks were sent flying at once.
"What?"
Atsushi Kamo was dumbfounded.
"Hold on. Don't be surprised yet. Let me be surprised first!"
Gojo Sawa raised an eyebrow. "As far as I know, the Kamo Clan hasn't produced anyone capable of using Blood Manipulation, has it?"
Atsushi Kamo grinned coldly. "That's because you're ignorant! Soya!"
"Understood!"
Behind Atsushi Kamo, another member of the Kamo Clan, Soya Kamo, formed a hand sign. A countless number of blood droplets appeared around him.
"Blood Manipulation: Senbon Rashin!" ×2
At the same time, the two Zenin Clan members sprang into action.
The shadows around them writhed like living things, then transformed into two Shikigami!
"Ten Shadows Technique: Divine Dog!" ×2
Gojo Sawa and the others stared at them. "What kind of joke is this?!"
The Kamo Clan had produced a Blood Manipulation user, and now the Zenin Clan had a Ten Shadows Technique user too?
Did they think these techniques were as common as cabbages—that you could just find one whenever you wanted?
"Wait!"
Gojo Sawa suddenly realized that these Divine Dogs were very different from the ones Megumi Fushiguro summoned.
Their coats were mottled, their limbs slightly deformed, their eyes vacant, and drool dripped from their mouths. They looked like they'd been infected with a zombie virus.
Were these supposed to be Divine Dogs? Calling them mutts would be an insult to mutts!
They were weak, too. Before they could even get close, Suguru Geto's Sandworm swallowed them.
"And then there's this Blood Manipulation..."
The Senbon Rashin attack struck Limitless and scattered almost instantly.
Suguru Geto summoned a defensive Grade 2 Cursed Spirit, which blocked the attack with ease.
These so-called Blood Manipulation and Ten Shadows Technique seemed far weaker than they ought to be.
Suguru Geto furrowed his brow.
"If these are the Blood Manipulation and Ten Shadows Technique that are supposed to be as famous as Limitless, then they're really not living up to their reputations!"
Gojo Sawa rubbed his chin and gave his verdict. "They're like watered-down versions!"
Gojo Sawa nodded in agreement. "Then we ought to call them Pseudo-Blood Manipulation and Pseudo-Ten Shadows Technique!"
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