Megumi Fushiguro rolled his eyes, clutching the invitation that old man Naobito had personally sent him.
"Dad..."
"Your call."
Toji Fushiguro sat on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, waving a hand at Megumi.
Megumi's eye twitched. "He's the head of the Zenin Clan! For something this big, you could at least give me some advice!"
Toji propped up his chin. "Busy. No time."
"..."
Megumi's face darkened. "You look pretty free to me."
Toji shrugged. "Busy staring into space."
"..."
"Haah~"
Toji sighed, sounding utterly uninterested. "My advice is, take the position if you want it. Forget it if you don't."
"You should know about my feud with the Zenin Clan. If I show up, things will get awkward."
Megumi covered his face. "True. I was an idiot to discuss something like this with you..."
"Dad, Megumi, I'm home!"
Toji immediately sprang up from the sofa and jogged over to open the door, taking Tsumiki's schoolbag with both hands, a smile on his face.
"Tsumiki's home?! You started high school—has the workload been too much? Want something to drink first? What do you want for dinner..."
Megumi: "..."
"Haah... I'd better go find Maki-senpai!"
At Jujutsu High, Maki Zenin was training in hand-to-hand combat.
To prove herself, Maki had put in an amount of effort and sweat that others would never dare imagine.
Yet at that moment, Maki felt extremely irritated.
She could vaguely sense that she had touched upon some kind of bottleneck.
No matter how hard she trained, it felt as though there was always a shackle within her body that she could not break free from.
Her current strength had already firmly reached the level of a Grade 1 sorcerer.
But after witnessing the terrifying traces of battle in Shibuya during the previous