'Fair enough. A first-year who's only been enrolled for a few months being provisionally ranked as a Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer is perfectly normal... Normal, my ass! What school's Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer looks anything like this freak?!'
After hearing Li Shunchen's utterly calm reply, Atsuya Kusakabe maintained his senior's air of gravity on the surface, but deep inside, a raging storm of incredulous complaints had already erupted.
And when he carefully reviewed everything from beginning to end, Kusakabe discovered, to his utter despair, that Li Shunchen hadn't even used his full strength!
Aside from that bizarre burst of speed at the end, he had comfortably controlled the pace the entire time.
And now you're telling me this monster, who could grind a Grade 1 swordsman into the dirt and steal his signature move while he was at it, was Grade 2?! Were all those old bastards in charge of grading at Jujutsu Headquarters blind?!
Kusakabe sighed. He felt that he hadn't merely taken a beating today-his intelligence and dignity had been ground into the dirt along with him.
Mei Mei's instructions had clearly been to "serve as a sparring partner and thoroughly teach an arrogant newcomer a lesson," so why had it ended up looking like this monster named Li Shunchen had paid for a "human punching bag and sparring partner" who came with an advanced skill package?
Had he known it would be this bizarre situation, where he would not only bleed but also hemorrhage sanity, Kusakabe swore he would never have accepted so readily.
But he felt his pocket and ultimately could only console himself with the thought that "Mei Mei really did offer very generous pay."
After all, calculated as an "hourly rate" for these mere ten-odd minutes, it really was an irresistible sum. Aside from