Chapter 131: The Zenin Family's Son-in-Law Who Marries In.
"Squeak..."
Tatsuro pushed open the door to the coffee shop. He had only taken two steps when two tall men blocked his path.
He looked up and asked, "Could you two please let me pass?"
"Our apologies, Mr. Tatsuro. But please come with us. The family head wishes to see you."
"Let me see."
Tatsuro paid no mind to the "family head" they mentioned. He activated his three-tomoe Sharingan and glanced at the two men's bodies, discovering they had no cursed energy.
He said, "What family head? Just sending you two weaklings to invite me? Forget it, first tell me which family's head?"
"The Zenin family."
At some unknown point, a hand rested on his shoulder, and a frivolous voice sounded.
Tatsuro glanced at the man. Short blonde hair, upturned eyebrows, wearing a black, wide-sleeved haori, with a visible ear piercing. Because he wasn't emitting any killing intent, Tatsuro hadn't noticed when the man had gotten close.
He praised internally, "So fast, even I didn't react. A special cursed technique? But what does the Zenin family want with me?"
He asked, "What do you want with me? I don't believe I've provoked your Zenin family."
Naoya Zenin casually put his arm around Tatsuro's shoulder as if they were old friends and said, "A pleasure to meet you. My name is Naoya Zenin. How about marrying into our Zenin family? You can pick either Maki or Mai. Taking both isn't out of the question either."
"Not interested. And Maki isn't some commodity on a shelf for people to pick and choose."
Tatsuro slapped away Naoya Zenin's hand from his shoulder, somewhat annoyed.
"You don't like either of them?"
Naoya Zenin didn't mind. After all, this young man was already a second-grade sorcerer at his age and had even repelled a Special Grade cursed spirit. It's not a crime for a young man to be arrogant and proud; he understood that feeling well.
He said, "Then it's the same if we switch to others. Besides, my mission today is just to bring you to the Zenin household. When we get there, my father will personally discuss matters with you."
"..."
Seeing Naoya Zenin had put it this way, Tatsuro found it difficult to refuse. If he left now, they would probably pester him to death. It was better to go and clear things up once and for all.
He was rather curious to see what the place Maki despised so much looked like—the Zenin family, one of Japan's Three Great Jujutsu Families.
"Let's go."
"Quite sensible."
Naoya Zenin put his arm around Tatsuro's shoulder again and said, "Still a virgin, right?"
"None of your damn business."
Tatsuro really didn't want to talk to this person. From the moment he started speaking, he hadn't strayed from the topic of women. It made him wonder, is being a jujutsu sorcerer really that idle?
He had no interest in talking about love, or rather, no time. The thought of becoming stronger occupied his entire mind; there was no time to ponder such things.
"Want me to take you out tonight?" Naoya Zenin said with a laugh. "We'll be family in the future anyway."
"Did you misunderstand something?" Tatsuro looked at Naoya Zenin and said, "I'm not interested in women."
"Not interested in women, so that means you're interested in girls, right? I get it," Naoya Zenin said, patting his chest.
"..."
"You get your mom..." Tatsuro cursed internally. He didn't want to continue arguing with him; next thing he knew, Naoya would be assuming he liked lolis.
They got into a sedan.
Tatsuro looked out the window with a glum expression. He was regretting getting into this car. This man was practically ruled by his hormones. The driver's area and the back seats were separated, forming two independent spaces.
The back seat area was now like a private room. Naoya Zenin sat across from him with his arms around two women. He said, "Don't be so shy. You'll have to face it eventually anyway."
"..."
"I'm only not chopping you up because I'm being reasonable," Tatsuro consoled himself internally.
He glanced at the two beautiful women before him but felt no interest at all. No matter how good the outer shell, it couldn't compare to a superior soul. After all, the physical form would one day grow old, but an interesting and noble soul would forever stir one's desires. This was the nature of love that lasts until death.
Two hours later.
The sedan stopped. Not wanting to stay a moment longer, Tatsuro got out of the car directly, looking at the traditional architecture before him.
"Pretty nice, right?" Naoya Zenin got out of the car and said, "I believe you'll be very interested in the conditions we offer."
"..."
As the wooden gate slowly swung open, Tatsuro followed Naoya Zenin inside. As they went deeper, he could hear the "hu-ha" sounds of people training.
Naoya Zenin said, "This is the Zenin family's Kukuru Unit, formed by a group of people without cursed techniques. Their strength is passable, I guess."
"..."
Tatsuro didn't speak, merely glanced at them before looking away. Besides the sounds of training, the vast Zenin estate was silent, very cold and cheerless.
Along the way, he could occasionally see members of the Kukuru Unit patrolling with swords. Compared to the lively Tokyo Jujutsu High, this place was like a hell. No wonder Maki had left.
Naoya Zenin led Tatsuro to an open area, flexed his body, and said, "Although it's not good to do this to an invited guest, I still want to test your strength."
"..."
Honestly, Tatsuro didn't want to fight. After all, he had just gotten out of the hospital today; he felt that constant fighting would be very tiring.
But this damn system didn't think so.
A system mission was issued.
[Mission: Defeat Naoya Zenin. Mission Reward: 35 points. 300 cursed energy permanent increase.]
"I really have no choice, huh? Don't cry and admit defeat."
Sage markings appeared on Tatsuro's face. He slowly squatted down into a horse stance, assuming an attack posture. He didn't activate his Sharingan, feeling that he should also get used to fighting without it, as he had become too reliant on those eyes.
"You haven't activated those weird eyes of yours. Are you underestimating me?"
As Naoya Zenin spoke, he instantly vanished from the spot. The next moment, he had arrived in front of Tatsuro, his fist whistling through the air.
"So fast, indeed."
Before he could react, Tatsuro was sent flying by a punch. His technique seemed to be related to speed, and it was getting faster and faster.
Just as he landed, Naoya Zenin was already waiting at his landing spot. His right hand's offense was as fast as an afterimage, the "whoosh" of his robe echoing beside them.
Tatsuro paid no mind to where he had just been hit, blocking the heavy attacks with both hands.
Fists and palms met, and the sound of them breaking the air crackled. Naoya Zenin's speed was still increasing. Tatsuro's eyes were already having some trouble keeping up with this speed, as if he were watching a stuttering camera feed.
He could only see the moment the punch was thrown and the moment it arrived; he could no longer see the process in between. At this moment, the benefits of 'Sage Mode' were fully demonstrated. Even if his eyes couldn't see, he could rely on his powerful perception to predict the attacks.
His nimble hands caught Naoya Zenin's fierce offense, moving like a swimming dragon.
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