Toji Takes a Disciple, A Crazy Gene

"Hey, are you from the Zenin Clan?"

Toji raised an eyebrow, speaking directly to Maki.

Maki furrowed her brow, clearly disliking being labeled with the name "Zenin," but she couldn't deny that she was indeed a Zenin by surname.

"Yes, what do you want?"

Toji flashed a teasing smile. "Life in the Zenin Clan isn't easy, is it?"

"..."

Maki frowned, as if unpleasant memories surfaced in her mind. "Hey! What the hell are you trying to say?!"

Toji shrugged, not answering her question. Instead, his expression turned serious as he asked, "Why did you come to Jujutsu High?"

Maki curled her lip. "To get stronger, obviously!"

"And after you get stronger?"

Maki paused, then clenched her teeth, speaking her heart one word at a time.

"I'm going to tear that rotten tree of the Zenin Clan out by the roots!"

Toji froze for a moment, then the corners of his mouth involuntarily lifted, and finally he burst into loud laughter.

"Hahahahaha..."

Toji laughed as if no one else was there, wild and unrestrained.

Panda, Nanako, and the others exchanged bewildered glances.

"This old guy is really weird!"

"Is he some kind of nutjob?"

"Salmon! Salmon!"

Megumi Fushiguro silently took two steps back.

Of everyone present, probably only Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto understood what Toji was feeling at that moment.

Maki watched the laughing Toji, and for some reason, she sensed a hint of relief and satisfaction in his laughter.

It was as if... it mirrored the ecstasy she felt countless times in her dreams when she overthrew the Zenin Clan.

After a long while, Toji's laughter gradually subsided.

His eyes locked onto Maki, his expression more serious than ever before.

"Hey, little girl, want to become my disciple?"

"Huh?"

Maki froze, pointing at herself. "Me?"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Gojo stepped in front of Toji. "Maki is a Jujutsu High student. Isn't this poaching?"

Toji shrugged indifferently. "Then I'll reluctantly become a temporary teacher at Jujutsu High, only teaching her, and I won't take a salary."

"No salary?"

"Call it a whim. I want to prepare a surprise for the Zenin Clan."

Gojo and Suguru's eyelids twitched.

That wasn't a surprise! That was clearly a shock!

"I don't agree!"

Maki raised her hand. "Compared to this random guy, Teacher Gojo and Teacher Geto are clearly more reliable!"

Both Gojo and Suguru were special grades.

Abandoning two special grades to take a nobody as a master went completely against Maki's path to becoming stronger.

Hearing this, Gojo shook his head. "Maki, maybe this man is more suited to teach you than me or Geto."

"Because he's also a bearer of a Heavenly Restriction, and his original name was..."

"Toji Zenin."

Maki's pupils contracted.

Toji Zenin!

That name was practically taboo in the Zenin Clan; all clan executives kept their mouths shut about it.

But there was one person in the Zenin Clan who often spoke that name, even treating him as an idol.

That was the Zenin Clan heir, Naobito's son, Naoya Zenin.

Every time Naoya tormented Maki under the guise of training and sparring, he would compare her to Toji, who also bore a Heavenly Restriction, and end up calling her "trash."

That was how Maki came to know the name Toji Zenin.

The same surname, the same Heavenly Restriction, the same miserable experience.

The only difference was that after Toji came of age, he awakened the power of the Tyrant, slaughtered half the Zenin Clan, and walked away in style.

Maki, on the other hand, was still at a stage where she couldn't yet grasp her own fate.

Toji looked at Maki. "Well? Are you willing to become my disciple now?"

Maki was silent for a moment, then lifted her head with a fierce, twisted grin. "Senior, that unfinished mess of yours—I'll clean it up properly for you from now on!"

Toji froze for a second, then burst into laughter again.

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto exchanged a glance, shook their heads, and chuckled softly.

The Zenin Clan... what a bunch of fools. They'd gone and pissed off another madman!

The blood and genes flowing through the veins of those bound by Heavenly Restriction seemed destined for this kind of insanity.

Megumi Fushiguro glanced at his cheap father, then at Maki.

He suddenly felt his family status drop another notch for no reason.

He really had to wonder if he was even his dad's biological son!

"Alright, don't make that sour face, kid. Come over and say hi to your classmates!"

Toji ruffled Megumi's spiky hair and pushed him in front of the group.

"Uh..."

Gojo Satoru popped up out of nowhere, raising his hand awkwardly. "They're not Megumi's classmates, though. Megumi's only thirteen—he's still a year away from enrollment age."

Toji and Megumi both froze.

"Then why did you tell me to bring him?"

Gojo Satoru rubbed his hands together with a sly grin. "Well, I just took in a genius disciple! I heard my brother also took one, so I brought little Megumi here to show off in front of him!"

Toji: "..."

Megumi: "..."

Suguru Geto covered his face. "That's definitely something Satoru would do."

"Who's going to show off in front of me?"

Hearing that voice, Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto turned around in surprise.

"Sawa (brother), you're here!"

The rest of the group turned their heads as well.

From the reactions of Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto, the man about to appear was, without a doubt, that man!

The undisputed strongest modern sorcerer, current head of the Gojo Clan—Gojo Sawa!

Then, Gojo Sawa stepped into view, wearing sunglasses.

At first glance, he looked almost exactly like Gojo Satoru.

Even the smug grin on his face was identical.

Everyone also noticed that behind Gojo Sawa followed a boy with a somewhat gloomy expression.

"Hm?"

Gojo Satoru, Suguru Geto, and Toji Fushiguro all stared at the boy, their eyes showing a hint of disbelief.

Gojo Sawa being the strongest, with that terrifyingly immense cursed energy, was understandable.

But what was up with that boy?

His cursed energy aura and oppressive presence were hardly any weaker than Gojo Sawa's!

Gojo Satoru's face stiffened, but he clung to a last shred of hope. "Brother, he is..."

Gojo Sawa's grin was harder to suppress than an AK. "Oh, him? He's my disciple—Yuta Okkotsu!"

"Yuta, say hello to everyone!"

Yuta Okkotsu, a faint smile on his lips, stepped forward a little awkwardly, bowed, and spoke earnestly.

"Hello everyone, my name is Yuta Okkotsu. You can call me Yuta. I look forward to working with you all!"

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru seemed to have all the strength drained from him, collapsing like a lost soul.

"Nooo~!"

Gojo Satoru rushed over to Megumi Fushiguro and placed both hands on his shoulders.

"Megumi! You've got one year of special training. One year from now, you'll defeat Yuta!"

Megumi glanced at Yuta Okkotsu, who was blazing with cursed energy, and blinked.

"Huh? Me?"