From that day on, Megumi Fushiguro was no longer the delinquent Megumi Fushiguro. He was simply a junior student of Tokyo Jujutsu High.

  “I understand,” Megumi Fushiguro said seriously. “Please guide me from now on, Senior Akira, and the other seniors as well. I will do my best to master all shadow techniques, and when that day comes…”

  “Bring it on,” Maki Zenin said, curling her finger.

  “Count me in too,” Panda said, raising a paw.

  “Salmon,” Inumaki replied, continuing his usual speech.

  Akira looked at the scene in front of him, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

  Jujutsu Kaisen wore the label of youthful passion, but in truth it walked a darker path more often than a brighter one, with death and injury as common occurrences. With his help pushing them forward, their future development should be much better.

  He only wondered whether, with Megumi Fushiguro growing stronger, Yuji Itadori would still be able to swallow Sukuna’s finger and become the spark that started everything.

  Still, that might not be a bad thing. Someone as kind as Yuji Itadori was better suited to live in the sunlight rather than the shadows.

  As for the villains, Akira could take his time and deal with them one by one.

  He really hated that dark path. The brighter side was much better.

  “We all have to become strong, and then do something for this world,” Akira murmured to himself.

  It was at that moment that Satoru Gojo admitted it. “You are more suited to being a teacher than I am. I cannot teach students as well as you can.”

  “After this, I will be counting on you,” he added. “The first years, and Megumi. In a couple of days, there might be another transfer student. If you need anything, just tell me.”

  “For now, I do not need anything,” Akira replied. “I have already received my payment.”

  There were emotional rewards, like the sincere respect from the boys and girls, and his mother’s calm daily life and peaceful smile.

  There were also material ones. Salary and royalties were secondary, but the most important was the new prompt from System.

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  No wonder he was the second male lead, with that spiky hair. What even was a cheating player?

  It was a routine morning, followed by routine morning training. That was usually followed by routine sparring, and just as routinely the area was cleared by Gardevoir.

  There was no helping it. Close combat made blood run hot very easily, and that was when Gardevoir had to step in and forcefully control the situation with Psychic Power, making everyone calm down.

  At times like this, Pancham became especially excited. This little troublemaker thrived on chaos, the kind that would start tearing tiles off the roof if left unchecked for three days.

  The problem was that the little one had learned to be clever. The moment Akira glared, it would dive straight into Akemi Aki’s arms, leaving Akira unable to grab it back to spank it or flick its forehead.

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  He looked away to get some peace of mind and picked a random topic. “The transfer student comes today, right?”

  “Probably,” Panda nodded. “I heard he stuffed four classmates into lockers.”

  “Did he kill them?” Maki Zenin asked bluntly.

  “No, I think they were just badly hurt.”

  “Oh. If she is too arrogant, then we will teach her a lesson.”

  “Bonito Flakes.” Cursed Speech. No, compared to the delinquent Maki Zenin, he was far kinder.

  “Do not do that, little Maki Zenin,” Akemi Aki said gently. “I have seen that child before. He is a good kid.”

  “A good kid?”

  Maki Zenin glanced at Akira, then at herself. All of these were considered good kids in Akemi Aki’s eyes, which somehow made the standard feel very unreliable.

  At Tokyo Jujutsu High, aside from Gardevoir, only Toge Inumaki barely fit the idea of a good kid. As for the others, who practiced low blows and thought every day about how to kill enemies, were those really good kids?

  “Good or bad, we will see him anyway,” Akira said as he sprang up from the ground. “Just to be safe, let me ask. Mom, you are not the one going to pick him up, right?”

  “No. Enrollment has always been handled by Gojo-sensei,” Akemi Aki shook her head.

  So Akira lay back down again. “Then wake me at nine. I was thinking about things last night and slept late.”

  “What about first period? You are skipping it?”

  “Mom, you know Satoru Gojo. When has he ever been on time? We cannot leave the transfer student alone and go to class first. Yawn.”

  “That makes sense. I will take a short nap too,” Maki Zenin said, lying down as well.

  “Little brother, come here.” Panda quietly glanced at the two lying down and waved a paw at Pancham. “Let us go check the small woods. Inumaki, you come too.”

  “Salmon.” Inumaki nodded.

  Akemi Aki’s eyelids twitched. Was this really how students behaved? When she was a student, she had been far more obedient.

  “Everyone come back. This transfer student is not ordinary, and Gojo-sensei will not be late today. And Little Sha, why are you joining them in fooling around?”

  It turned out that Gardevoir had noticed Akira was uncomfortable without a pillow, so she moved his head onto her lap. At the same time, she summoned two blankets and covered both Akira and Maki Zenin.

  She truly was Akira’s thoughtful little helper. In Akemi Aki’s view, though, this was just adding fuel to the fire and enabling them.

  This could not go on. She could not let these students keep messing around.

  Correcting the school atmosphere at Tokyo Jujutsu High was a duty she could not shirk. Lost in this sudden sense of mission, Akemi Aki did not realize that the Tokyo Jujutsu High she remembered was the one in Kyoto, while this was Tokyo.

  Because of the Zenin and Kamo Clan, Kyoto had always been traditional. Tokyo, with Masamichi Yaga and Satoru Gojo, was far more free and open. The difference was like the regional divide between eastern and western Japan, something seen in any country.

  In the end, Akira still got up. Once his mother became stubborn, he could not outlast her, and there was no need to.

  When Satoru Gojo finally appeared, it went just as expected.

  “Uh, Linmei-sensei, why are you looking at me like that?”

  Even with his strange way of thinking, the white-haired broomhead knew that Akemi Aki had the best temper at Tokyo Jujutsu High. If she was glaring at him like this, something serious was wrong.

  “You are thirty minutes late,” Akemi Aki said slowly, word by word.

  “Just that?”

  Yes, Satoru Gojo was still late, but he did not understand why Akemi Aki was so angry. When had he ever been on time, except on the battlefield?

  “I promised the students that you would not be late today, because a very important transfer student is coming.”

  Akemi Aki was furious. Where was her authority as an elder? Where was her dignity? There was not much left to begin with.

  Satoru Gojo realized the severity of the situation. “Sorry, but this time it really is not my fault, Makoto. It is Yuta. He threw a tantrum and refused to go to school. I finally cured his transfer anxiety, so can you all please perk up and welcome the new classmate?”

  Akira: “ZZZ…”

  Maki Zenin: “ZZZ…”

  Yes, they were sleeping together, each occupying one shoulder of Gardevoir.

  Pancham: “Ora ora ora…”

  Panda: “Muda muda muda…”

  The two brothers were playing a punching game. Toge Inumaki held two cartoon Panda cards, raising the one belonging to the winner.

  Under his brother’s careful teaching, Pancham had learned other sounds. In short, human or not, not a single one gave Satoru Gojo any face.

  This should have been the kind of scene Akemi Aki hated most. But after her authority had already collapsed, the honor student who graduated from KyotoTokyo Jujutsu High chose to give up and stood quietly in a corner.

  So Satoru Gojo also gave up. He raised his voice and called toward the door. “Come in.”