In an instant, a terrifying killing intent pierced over like the tip of a needle!
Zen'in Ogi was instantly trembling with anger, the veins on his forehead bulging uncontrollably.
As a strong contender for the position of the previous clan head, the nominal uncle of Zen'in Naoya, and a Special Grade 1 Sorcerer who inherited the Zen'in clan's oldest orthodox inherited technique, "Blazing Courage," Zen'in Ogi was considered a dragon among men in the entire jujutsu world.
If Zen'in Naobito was the light of the clan, then he, Zen'in Ogi, was the shadow of the clan!
On such an important occasion, someone dared to use such arrogant words to openly provoke and stimulate this second-in-command of the Zen'in clan?
"Swish—!!!"
With a raise of his hand, the katana at Zen'in Ogi's waist was already unsheathed. Then, with a flicker of his body, it was firmly pressed against the side of Zen'in Naoya's neck.
In those sharp eyes, pitch-black killing intent burned.
"Naoya, if your uncle wants to kill you right now, it wouldn't even take a second."
Zen'in Ogi was not exaggerating.
He only needed to press the edge of the sword down a little more, and Zen'in Naoya's arrogant head would instantly fall to the ground.
Even a second was superfluous.
The transmigrator felt it; the cold sensation crawling up his skin brought him the true feeling called death.
He had made a mistake earlier.
That Zen'in Naoya would absolutely not show weakness.
Even if the target was his uncle Zen'in Ogi, he wouldn't give him the slightest bit of face.
Therefore, his speech did not pass the check and was modified by the system into a response more characteristic of a villainous boss.
After all, if he didn't have this rebellious and untamed attitude, how could Zen'in Naoya be made into countless meme videos by netizens and have his corpse whipped millions of times after his death?
The transmigrator realized his situation even more profoundly.
Even if he did just one thing wrong or said one wrong sentence, he would lose his life in vain because of it.
The inevitable end of a villain.
No, bro.
Why don't three dialogue options pop up like in Galgames when talking to people? I'm going to faint directly.
Now that things had come to this, Zen'in Naoya would no longer complain.
Instead, his mind became increasingly calm.
No.
Not calm.
An extremely cold, rational logic emerged.
The pressure of imminent death brought Zen'in Naoya not panic, but an aloof indifference.
Like a player outside the screen, he was observing the current situation from a third-person perspective, thinking about the optimal solution.
The biggest card in his hand right now was his mastery of the Jujutsu Kaisen plot.
And knowing exactly how tragically and ugly Zen'in Naoya's death would be.
Although Zen'in Ogi looked like he wanted to kill him right now, in the original plot, he was even in the same faction as him.
At least according to the original plot, he would not die at the hands of Zen'in Ogi.
It's just that this old man was very traditional and had always valued his face highly. If it were normal times, he would have just pretended not to hear Zen'in Naoya's few snarky remarks. But right now, with all the big shots of the Kyoto jujutsu world attending this meeting, having his face openly refuted like this would make it hard for him to show his face in public in the future.
Simply put, Zen'in Ogi was a stubborn old man who responded to soft approaches but not hard ones.
Then, the solution to the current predicament was right there on paper—
"...Cut it down then, if Uncle really wants to kill me."
At the end of his life, Zen'in Naoya still arrogantly urged death.
"?"
Zen'in Ogi's pupils contracted violently, reflecting the slight curve at the corner of the blonde, beautiful young man's mouth.
Even with a katana pressed against his neck, he could still smile?
This nephew was never this kind of person!
Zen'in Ogi had watched Zen'in Naoya grow up.
As the youngest son born to Zen'in Naobito in his old age, and inheriting the same Projection Sorcery as his father, the genius Zen'in Naoya grew up receiving thousands of favors. His personality was spoiled into an arrogant and conceited mold. He could be described as a flower raised in a greenhouse; this favored son of heaven hardly knew the bloody storms of the jujutsu world.
Therefore, Zen'in Ogi knew very well that deep down, this nephew was actually a soft egg who hadn't seen much of the world's storms. Whenever he truly encountered danger, he would inevitably show a panicked and fearful appearance...
Why would he, at a time like this, instead show an arrogant smile?
Did he see through that he wouldn't actually do it?
"Uncle, as your own nephew, I am instead worried about your safety."
Zen'in Naoya's attitude did not waver in the slightest.
On the contrary, he tilted his neck slightly, bringing his throat even closer to the edge of the sword, allowing the sharp blade to cut his skin and let blood slowly flow down.
"I think, if Satoru is truly forced to the point of rebellion, the first one to die like this will be my useless uncle, won't it?"
—This is absolutely not Zen'in Naoya's attitude!
That arrogant, rude, and condescending aristocratic young master would actually use such a worried tone to care about his uncle?!
Wasn't he most afraid of losing face, most afraid of being humiliated?
How could he, under the watchful eyes of the public, show an expression that had long since put life and death aside?
"Naoya... you, what exactly do you want to do? What exactly are you—?"
"Uncle, can't you even hold your sword steady?"
Zen'in Naoya did not answer Zen'in Ogi's question; he only used his pinky finger to dig his ear and spoke so plainly.
Zen'in Ogi suddenly looked down.
The originally taut blade edge had unknowingly slipped down a few fractions, leaving Zen'in Naoya's neck.
That completely unremarkable sentence just now was like a needle, ruthlessly piercing all of Zen'in Ogi's majesty!
He had never seen a Zen'in Naoya like this.
Zen'in Ogi stared blankly at his nephew, his eyes still carrying vigilance, yet unable to hide a certain wavering he was unwilling to admit.
Even though his appearance and voice hadn't changed at all from the past, it made this old man faintly feel an indescribable—
Fear.
As if everything had been seen through by him, like a canary kept in a cage, even the courage to flap its wings and escape was being drained away little by little.
"Naoya, tell me your thoughts."
Zen'in Naobito continued to gulp down his alcohol.
As if he hadn't seen the scene of a kind uncle and filial nephew just now, merely continuing to drink himself drunk alone.
"Old man, my thoughts are simple."
Zen'in Naoya took the towel handed by a servant, gently wiped away the blood beads on his neck, and hooked that frivolous smile at the corner of his mouth.
"The Gojo clan and the Zen'in clan have always had a blood feud. If we continue to pressure the jujutsu higher-ups, I'm afraid it will only have the opposite effect. You must know that back then, Toji assassinated Gojo Satoru and destroyed the assimilation of the Star Plasma Vessel and Tengen. Satoru hasn't pinned this debt on our heads."
Hearing Zen'in Naoya bring up this old matter from years ago, even Zen'in Naobito, who was always focused on drinking, stopped his actions.
The old man wiped the alcohol stains from his mouth and said in a deep voice: "Naoya, Toji had already left the Zen'in clan back then. That matter fundamentally has nothing to do with us, right?"
"If you put it that way, didn't Geto Suguru also leave Jujutsu High back then?"
Zen'in Naoya shrugged.
"Now that things have come to this, isn't the jujutsu world constantly asserting that Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru maintained a close relationship? Everyone thinks they had thoughts of rebellion together. You must know that Geto Suguru has now been personally killed by Gojo Satoru, but what about Toji? Was Toji personally killed by you, old man?"
Zen'in Naobito frowned.
Everyone present knew the answer to this in their hearts.
That was the awakened Heavenly Restriction and Sorcerer Killer, Zen'in Toji. Who would want to kill him personally?
If he wanted to destroy the Zen'in clan, wouldn't it be an easy task!
It's just that Toji didn't do so; he chose to leave the Zen'in clan and marry into the Fushiguro family.
It was precisely because of Toji's action that the Zen'in clan was not pursued by the jujutsu higher-ups afterwards.
But if Gojo Satoru really wanted to pursue it, Zen'in Naobito knew he would absolutely not escape death.
Because privately, he had had multiple contacts with Fushiguro Toji.
He even bought his son, Fushiguro Megumi.
It was only because of Gojo Satoru's magnanimity that he only took Fushiguro Megumi away afterwards and didn't report it to the jujutsu higher-ups.
This was also why in recent years, Zen'in Naobito decided to put down his pride and try to ease relations with the Gojo clan, not wanting the Zen'in clan and the Gojo clan to be like in the past, never interacting until death.
Therefore, when he heard his subordinates wanting to kill Gojo Satoru earlier, the current head of the Zen'in clan didn't express any stance, only drinking alone, not wanting to continue conversing with this bunch of idiots.
However, what particularly gratified Zen'in Naobito was that his biological son, Zen'in Naoya, had inherited his views and showed a willingness to be on good terms with Gojo Satoru.
"Naoya, I understand your thoughts. Blindly pursuing Gojo Satoru's guilt is indeed not a wise move."
Although Zen'in Naobito agreed verbally, his tone changed in the next moment—
"But Geto Suguru's Night Parade of a Hundred Demons was also deployed in Kyoto, yet Gojo Satoru only cared about dealing with the cursed spirits in Shinjuku. As the holy land of jujutsu, Kyoto, we can't just keep suffering in silence, right? We should also fight for a little benefit for ourselves, shouldn't we?"
Geto Suguru orchestrated an incident to seize the Special Grade Cursed Spirit Orimoto Rika, which was the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.
The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons deployed an unprecedented number of cursed spirits in Kyoto and Shinjuku, Tokyo, causing massive casualties.
Gojo Satoru did not deal with the cursed spirits in time, but was instead held up on the battlefield by a jujutsu sorcerer from Africa.
Isn't that funny?
Isn't that dereliction of duty?
No wonder everyone said Gojo Satoru had secret communications with Geto Suguru. After all, that was the strongest modern sorcerer, Gojo Satoru, being stopped by a black jujutsu sorcerer???
The birthplace of jujutsu is Japan; how could a stinky n*gger from out of town hold you up?
"So we must take the maximum benefit—"
Zen'in Naoya took a deep breath.
"Geto Suguru's corpse, as well as the massive number of cursed spirits he left behind, should be handed over to us in Kyoto to handle."