Masamichi Yaga pushed his Sunglasses thoughtfully. “If you are a graduate of the school, then there is no problem. In that case, I will leave it to you, Ms. Mei.”

  “Mom—”

  Akira was about to speak, but Akemi Aki already understood what he wanted to say and spoke first.

  “The child works so hard, so as a mother I cannot do nothing. Drinking tea, growing flowers, and practicing calligraphy all day has gotten boring.” She smiled slightly. “Relax, it will be fine. This is Tokyo Jujutsu High.”

  Akira thought about it and felt she was right, so he did not argue further. At worst, he could just train a few more Pokémon, since group fights were his favorite anyway.

  Seeing that Akira had no objections, Masamichi Yaga gave an order. “Gojo, take them to handle the procedures, and also introduce the security measures.”

  “Alright, Tokyo Jujutsu High sightseeing group, let’s go.” Satoru Gojo raised a hand and acted like a tour guide.

  Unfortunately, his act fell apart the very next second.

  “Pick up some wooden boards and nails on the way back, and fix the floor when you return.”

  “Huh? Why am I the one fixing it? I was not the one who broke it.”

  “Do it when I tell you to. Are you the principal, or am I?”

  “Yes, yes, such a pain.”

  “Too quiet. I cannot hear you.”

  “Yes!”

  Akira learned another lesson. When a Jujutsu Sorcerer speaks like commanding a warship, volume matters. You cannot lose in presence alone.

  Despite the severe lack of manpower, the school itself had not been downsized at all. In fact, it was very grand, with vast grounds and distinctive buildings. Pagodas, shrines, green walls, wooden railings, single and double eaves, and connected corridors filled the area.

  Since Jujutsu was unknown to ordinary people, Tokyo Jujutsu High presented itself to the outside as a professional religious school. The act was done thoroughly, and in any case, the Jujutsu Society never lacked money.

  After spending most of the morning touring the campus and then fixing the floor, it was nearly noon when Satoru Gojo officially brought Akira to the class. There was no need to introduce the classmates, as they were the two students and one Panda he had met before: Panda, Maki Zenin, Toge Inumaki, and Panda.

  Perhaps because of their previous brush with danger, or simply from habit, they were training hard even without a teacher present. The meeting place was not a classroom, but the training field.

  “Gather.” Satoru Gojo clapped his hands to draw attention.

  The three students stopped at the same time and focused on Satoru Gojo. Their eyes quickly shifted to the Pancham on his broom-like head.

  “Mayonnaise.” Toge Inumaki said as he looked over.

  “Panda, your little brother?” Maki Zenin asked with a smile.

  “No, he is not. He is not a Cursed Corpse.”

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  Panda denied it on instinct. He was not really Panda, but Masamichi Yaga’s greatest creation, a Cursed Corpse born with emotions and intelligence, a suddenly mutated cursed corpse.

  Right after he said that, Pancham jumped over and grabbed Panda by the belly, refusing to let go. He kept making cheerful noises as he clung on.

  Panda had no choice but to give in. “Alright, alright. All Panda under heaven are one family. I will be your big brother.”

  Only then was the little guy satisfied. He ran back to Akira, skillfully dug a piece of bamboo out of Akira’s backpack, and handed it to Panda.

  Panda looked helpless. “I do not eat bamboo…”

  A Cursed Corpse was not a living creature. He did not need to eat or use the restroom.

  “Wan, wan.”

  “I really do not eat it. Akira, help talk to him.”

  With Masamichi Yaga as precedent, it was reasonable that Panda could communicate with Pancham as well.

  Akira spoke up. “Xiao Wan, stop messing around. Be careful, or your brother will not play with you.”

  Pancham immediately calmed down. He held the bamboo himself and stood behind Panda, just like a little follower sticking close to his boss.

  Thinking of one of Panda’s forms, Akira felt that Xiao Wan probably saw him as his own final evolution. A delinquent Panda. Akira was already looking forward to the scene of two Panda fighting side by side.

  “Akira, this uniform?” Maki Zenin noticed that Akira had changed clothes. He was now wearing the same dark green jacket and pants as hers.

  “Let me make a formal announcement.” Satoru Gojo finally did something a teacher should do. “From today on, Akira is your classmate. Please get along well.”

  Unfortunately, the students were not impressed.

  “That is rare. You actually showed up close to noon,” Maki Zenin said.

  “By usual practice, you should eat lunch first, then find a place for afternoon tea and desserts,” Panda added. “Near the end of work, you would come by for a quick round, using an overseas business trip or getting lost in life as an excuse.”

  “Salmon,” Toge Inumaki said, meaning yes.

  “This time it is really not my fault.” Satoru Gojo complained and casually sold Akira out. “He tore up half the floor in the principal’s office. I have been fixing it the whole time.”

  “Well done,” Maki Zenin said, giving Akira a thumbs-up.

  “There is more good news.” Satoru Gojo continued. “The school has hired two new teaching assistants. One is me, mainly responsible for combat training. The other is his mother, mainly responsible for theory.”

  “I get it.” Maki Zenin waved her hand. “Hey, idiot teacher, you are useless now. Go wherever you like.”

  “They are only teaching assistants. I am the teacher. A great teacher.”

  “I do not have a habit of being late.”

  With just that one sentence, Satoru Gojo’s resistance was completely crushed. His worst habit was being late, and everyone at the school had long been fed up with it.

  “Cod roe!” Toge Inumaki shouted, meaning hooray.

  “And also,” Akira added, “my experience should suit them better. Gojo-sensei is actually not very good at teaching people.”

  “Huh? I thought I was doing pretty well. Are you denying my whole earlier life?”

  Satoru Gojo’s bad traits lay in doing things his own way and harmless pranks. In other aspects, his temper was actually fine, and he did not get angry at Akira’s words.

  “It is a simple reason.” Akira raised one hand. “The highest level of close combat, Black Flash. What do you think of it? Be honest.”

  “Not much. I can use it whenever I want, though I do not really get many chances to use it.”

  “And the extremes of Jujutsu, Maximum techniques and Domain Expansion?”

  “Not that hard either. It just takes some time to attach a technique to the domain.”

  “That is the answer.” Akira sighed and pointed at the three classmates who were clearly affected. “Your starting point is higher than the finish line of most Jujutsu Sorcerer. The things we struggle to grasp are effortless for you.”

  Satoru Gojo asked sincerely, “Is it not effortless if you have hands?”

  Akira fell silent. Even if I am also cheating, this guy is still hard to take.

  He made up his mind. The next lesson topic would be how to beat up Satoru Gojo.

  Because of the gap between geniuses and ordinary people, plus their unreliable teacher’s personality, the students completely ignored Satoru Gojo’s presence. No one even pretended to listen to him. The class naturally shifted to someone else taking charge.

  Maki Zenin said, “Alright, let’s start class, Akemi Aki.”

  Panda followed up, “Please take care of us, Akemi Aki.”

  “Kelp.” Toge spoke, meaning hello.

  “Then we’ll get straight to it. The first lesson is tactical thinking, how weak people fight.”

  Akira did not refuse and entered teaching mode at once. Being hired as a teaching assistant had not been part of his plan, but he was certainly not a bad teacher. Training others was itself a form of learning, and the fact that he had not inherited Jujutsu in his past life had made him think about this problem many times.