"Him...?!!"
"Megumi...?!!"
"Me...?!!"
At that moment, startled cries rang out across the Training Ground, one after another.
No one, including Megumi Fushiguro himself, had expected it.
The executive deputy head of the Zenin Clan Akutagawa Shang had mentioned was actually Megumi Fushiguro.
"This kid... are you absolutely sure you haven't made a mistake?"
Maki and Mai both stared skeptically at Megumi Fushiguro, who lay trussed up on the ground.
They simply couldn't connect this rebellious, sour-faced brat wriggling nonstop on the ground with the powerful deputy head of the Zenin Clan.
"That's what I think, too. Are you sure you haven't made a mistake...?!!"
Mai picked up a twig from the ground and poked Megumi Fushiguro, who was still wriggling like a maggot beside her, like a child playing with a bug.
"Relax... I picked him after careful consideration and a rigorous selection process. There's no mistake."
"The problem is, his last name isn't even Zenin..."
Maki looked at Megumi Fushiguro and remarked skeptically.
"So what...! His last name doesn't matter-!!!"
Maki muttered to herself, a flash of inspiration crossing her mind as her pupils suddenly contracted.
"Why don't you think a little harder... what's his Innate Cursed Technique?"
"Innate Cursed Technique..."
"Gasp-you mean the Ten Shadows Technique?!!"
"Oh, right-"
Only after Akutagawa Shang's prompting did Maki suddenly realize it, clapping her hands together.
Megumi Fushiguro's fighting ability really was a little too weak, which had made her momentarily forget.
This kid's Innate Cursed Technique seemed to be the inherited Cursed Technique the Zenin Clan dreamed of-the Ten Shadows Technique.
"Holy crap... then we've got this in the bag-!!!"
They had spent so many years in the Zenin Clan.
The sisters knew full well that, in this rotten place, feudalism and corruption were merely the least remarkable of its many