Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake? Chapter 30

"Tch! So you know that too. Once I eat more fingers, you'll be in for it."

Whether he was out of options or simply being himself, Sukuna remained as open-minded as ever. Even though his prized technique had failed, he was not discouraged.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Never belittle a poor youth.

He was about to log out when Leon suddenly appeared before him, the fierce wind making his cheeks sting.

"You're next, Itadori. Get used to this pain."

Holy shit, holy shit, log out already!

As Leon raised his hand like a blade, Sukuna found himself unable to switch no matter what he did, blocked outside by Itadori.

Once, he had wanted to seize control. Now that he had been given the chance, he no longer wanted it.

He could only watch helplessly as the other man's right hand vanished above him, then reappeared below.

Blood sprayed everywhere, followed by the pain of his arm being severed.

I couldn't see his movement at all?!

Just how terrifying was the cursed technique talent he traded for? Could he be a genius on my level?

"Tch! Treasure it. I don't plan on helping you this many times."

Sukuna clicked his tongue and restored his arm. Accepting the outcome of a bet was one of his traits as well.

Then, as he wished, Itadori logged back in.

Only then did cold sweat emerge on his forehead. Clearly, he had obediently endured all of the pain.

Leon turned toward the others.

They swallowed, already realizing what was about to happen.

"Cursed energy comes from negative emotions, so sorcerers tend to grow in extreme circumstances.

"At the same time, fighting under pressure is a good way to improve every aspect of yourselves. At the very least, you shouldn't lose control of your shikigami from someone casually slapping you."

Megumi Fushiguro turned his face away.

Leon continued.

"Back in my homeland, no one usually covered for us. If you died, you died. I'll hold back my strength, so be grateful for my consideration."

Then he flicked the blood from his hand and walked toward the center of the field.

"If you don't have the guts, class is dismissed. Everyone else, come with me. The person at the back will go first."

The students immediately moved, afraid of being left behind.

They were all people prepared to face death, so none of them would show cowardice at a time like this. Still, there was an order even to suffering.

Off to the side, Shoko Ieiri watched in stunned silence. So that was why he called me here?

When did Gojo's style become so iron-blooded? Or was this young man acting on his own?

No, more importantly...

What was with that body? It blocked Sukuna's technique, then cut off his arm with a hand blade.

Sitting beneath the shade of a tree, Shoko Ieiri idly tapped the tip of her shoe as she watched the retreating figure.

Compared to the teaching method she had never seen before, the man himself interested her more.

After arriving at the designated spot, Leon's gaze fell on the girl at the back of the line, the one with glasses and a high ponytail.

She had a good figure, probably abs too, though by Viltrum standards she was still far too skinny.

But by Earth woman standards, she seemed fairly strong.

Leon sized her up.

Judging from her unhurried pace, she had deliberately stayed at the back. Does she really want to receive my instruction that badly?

I acknowledge your desire to learn.

But before that...

"Same rules as before. Everyone, come at me for one round."

Leon's curious gaze settled on the sea-urchin-haired boy.

Today, I'll see exactly what teaching Megumi Fushiguro is like.

(There will be another chapter later.)

A Punch Shatters Ai Wang's Soul

Leon did his best to make the fight last ten minutes before ending it.

The prone Itadori had taken the most beating. As a beginner, Leon had taken special care of him so he would remember the feeling of using cursed energy.

Besides, the guy had a crazy streak. Even with the bones in his hand shattered, he kept fighting. He was fierce.

Kugisaki sat on the ground, fixing her disheveled hair. She had swung her hammer a few times earlier, then fired several rounds of Straw Doll Technique: Hairpin.

Her hands had gone numb from the vibrations.

"Hiss... Half the money I just got is going to be gone now."

On the grass, Maki Zenin looked at her chipped weapon with some heartache. But what puzzled her even more was how Leon had trained himself.

She recalled the information she had read on Heavenly Restriction, but she had never seen one this tough.

Meanwhile, Panda was inspecting his cursed corpse, wondering whether he should go ask Principal Yaga to repair it.

"Bonito flakes..."

Toge Inumaki was in rather bad shape. He had been the first to run out of strength, and using Cursed Speech on Leon right at the start had nearly caused a backlash.

Fortunately, Leon had only recently gotten used to this sort of thing and stopped him in time.

As for Megumi Fushiguro, he was curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach.

"Urgh..."

From beginning to end, he had failed to summon a shikigami even once. Every time he had just formed a hand sign, Leon would emerge from some unknown corner and punch him in the stomach.

Looking at the Jujutsu High students sprawled all over the place, Leon was quite satisfied.

Making the students gang up on him in their first battle, then defeating them to establish authority, was a method commonly used by Viltrum instructors.

But it had to be used with care. From the start of his training until around the age of fourteen, the instructors who rotated through still dared to use that method.

Until that one time, when his brain short-circuited and he used Viltrumite wisdom to beat all his peers into submission first.

Then he used Earthling wisdom to strategically hunt down the instructors.

In the end, it had felt great, but he had been targeted rather badly afterward. His training load had been raised to more than twice that of the other children.

Leon then picked up his lesson plan and read from the photos.

"Zenin—"

"Hey, don't call me by my family name, outside instructor."

The girl struggled to her feet.

"Then, Maki, are you ready to die?"

Leon only spoke. He did not move.

But in an instant, killing intent like countless needles enveloped Maki, making her immediately raise her naginata.

In the blink of an eye, Leon vanished.

Relying on instinct, she rolled away. Then, amid the flying grass and dirt, she swung her weapon.

Clang!

Her hands went numb from the impact as she staggered backward.

Leon found teaching people rather simple. All he needed to do was fight.

It was not as though he would beat them to death like a Viltrumite would. At most, he would break an arm or a leg.

Those with cursed energy would do everything they could to adjust how they used it in order to survive. Those without it were even simpler.

He had no need to concern himself with the application of their techniques. He only needed to watch each move they made like a Viltrum warrior.

"Your movements are quite practiced. I'm speeding up."

He increased his strength again and again, pushing Maki toward her limits and squeezing out her potential, until finally—

He gave her a taste of blood and death!

Leon slightly increased his speed, turning into a white blur as he swept past the girl's arm.

During the instant he deliberately paused, she endured the pain and struck back with her naginata.

"Not bad. You pass. Stop the bleeding first."

Leon caught the severed limb flying through the air and tossed it to Shoko, who had come over.

"I really don't know how your brain works. Sukuna was one thing, but you actually cut off a student's arm."

"Once they entered this school, whether as students or sorcerers, they had already prepared themselves to die, hadn't they?

"Besides, you get used to losing an arm after losing enough of them."

She stomped on Leon's foot with her heel, nearly breaking it.

"Get used to my ass. This is the limit, okay? If it gets any worse, I can't be bothered to treat them."

"It's fine. Sukuna was very obedient today. He'll help too."

Shoko stomped on Leon again.

She had thought herself the indifferent sort. Several people from her year had died, and several had left.

After graduation, once she began working, severely injured sorcerers were sent to her from time to time.

Having grown used to death, her already detached nature had naturally become even colder.

But this man had no humanity at all.

"Thank you, Miss Ieiri..."

On the grass, Maki Zenin gradually began to feel her arm again.

"And thank you, Instructor Leon."

She looked at Leon, who showed no concern whatsoever and turned toward Toge Inumaki the moment he saw her healed.

She felt a little gratitude in her heart.

Though it was extreme, at that very moment between life and death, she had truly felt something.

Once she adapted to that heightened perception, she would surely be able to make use of it next time.

The following Jujutsu High special training completely turned into the scene of a star war.

Leon made his way all the way to Megumi Fushiguro.

Being the last person made the pressure on him increase dramatically. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists as he prepared to fight.

How exactly should I deal with him? Nue? Great Serpent? Or Toad?

No, I can't imagine it at all... Unless I use that.

But Leon seemed to have something to say to the overwhelmed Megumi Fushiguro.

"Fushiguro, I looked through Gojo's lesson plan. He dug out a lot of things from the Gojo Clan's secret manuals. Should I say it was worthy of a hereditary enemy?

"Incomplete shikigami manifestation, Chimera Beast... I don't understand those things, but you should.

"The innate total amount of cursed energy cannot be changed, but there's still room to improve precision and efficiency, right?"

Honestly, Leon thought Satoru Gojo's teaching ability was not a problem at all.

At least, the methods he had heard about from Itadori were all quite attentive and ingenious.

On Viltrum, this would already count as poisoning the Empire's youth with weak medicine.

"In short, you're far too lazy when it comes to development."