Chapter 110: Shengzai

Hearing Shengzai’s words at that moment, Maki, having just recovered from her shock, felt her slightly numb arm and wore a grave expression.

Someone with a passing knowledge of swordsmanship? If this were an outsider, they might actually believe Shengzai’s nonsense.

From Maki’s expert perspective, the way the opponent blocked her “Shiranui Style” strike was nowhere near the level of “passing knowledge.”

Frankly, though it was only one strike, Maki had already seen that Shengzai’s swordsmanship displayed just now was no less impressive than his previous martial arts level.

Not only could he command powerful spirit vessels, but his martial arts and swordsmanship were both this high!

Moreover, the fact that he could effortlessly blend cursed energy with martial arts, even condensing it into a blade, proved his control over cursed energy was exceptionally outstanding.

A curse user with such innate talent and physical prowess was merely an ordinary high school student who had only recently encountered cursed energy—Maki was stunned, and even Yaga Masao beside her found it utterly absurd.

Although Itako Yuta, as a wild curse user, was also very strong, those who knew the truth understood his power stemmed largely from the Special-Rank curse spirit named “Rika.”

But Shengzai was different—even setting aside his external power, the “spirit vessels,” his own displayed strength alone was already comparable to many Level-One curse users.

The Panda and Dog scrolls had lost their combat capability; only Maki and Fushiguro Megumi remained able to fight.

After exchanging a glance, they charged at Shengzai from left and right.

Yet facing Maki and Fushiguro’s pincer attack, Shengzai gripped his cursed energy blade and clashed with them once more.

Frankly, a blade formed purely from cursed energy could not compare in practicality or hardness to a real cursed tool.

But Shengzai was flat broke—he wanted to get his hands on a cursed energy blade to wield, but he simply had no resources.

To be fair, Maki and Fushiguro’s physical abilities and close-combat skills were already stronger than many curse users.

Unfortunately, Shengzai was even stronger than them!

So after another ten minutes of fierce combat, even with a two-on-one advantage, Maki and Fushiguro were defeated.

And in this final battle, Shengzai proved that his swordsmanship, as Maki had previously said, was absolutely not “passing knowledge.”

Watching the second-year students and Fushiguro lying scattered on the ground, Yaga Masao wiped his sunglasses, unsure what to say.

Frankly, since the moment he first met Shengzai, the surprises had come one after another.

Now that Tokyo Jujutsu High’s second-year students had all been defeated by Shengzai, his entrance examination naturally had to end here.

After all, Yaga Masao couldn’t possibly send Satoru Gojo or Itako Yuta, both Special-Rank curse users, to evaluate Shengzai.

As for himself… frankly, Yaga Masao now felt genuinely uncertain.

The new wave pushes the old—given Shengzai’s displayed strength, even if Yaga Masao himself stepped in, he wasn’t sure he could guarantee victory.

And even if he barely won, with Shengzai’s talent, he’d likely surpass Yaga Masao in no time after entering Jujutsu High.

Shengzai’s final curse user rating was “Level-Two Curse User.”

His strength alone would have easily qualified him for “Level-One Curse User,” but the key issue was that Level-One certification required approval from the Jujutsu Regulatory Authority, and Jujutsu High couldn’t decide it alone.

To become a “Level-One Curse User,” one needed not only to meet the strength standard but also complete a required number of missions.

Clearly, Shengzai was just a freshman at Jujutsu High, having barely eliminated any curse spirits—suddenly promoting him to Level-One would never be approved by the higher-ups.

“I’m curious how you trained—your swordsmanship and martial arts are monstrously strong.

I’m Zen’in Maki, a second-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High. If you ever want another sparring match or need a training partner, come find me.”

“You can call me Panda. As you can see, I’m a panda, but I have normal human speech and cognition.

By the way, do you prefer girls with big chests or small ones?”

“Mapo Tofu~”

Though the entrance exam became strange, it allowed Shengzai and the others to meet Tokyo Jujutsu High’s second-year seniors early.

A few days after Shengzai and Takemichi transferred to Jujutsu High, both had officially become curse users and donned pure black jujutsu robes when Satoru Gojo woke them up early one morning.

Because today, besides heading into the city, they needed to pick up the last first-year student of the year.

“Master Gojo, I heard from Maki-senpai that your Gojo family is also a renowned jujutsu clan.

If you’re from a prestigious family, shouldn’t you be rich? Then why are we cramming into the subway?”

Tokyo, one of the most bustling cities, relies heavily on its subway system—its population density is unimaginable.

And this idiot Takemichi, excited about visiting a big city, brought way too much luggage.

So when the three of them squeezed onto the subway, Takemichi’s smelly backpack crushed directly against Shengzai’s face.

Arriving at the Tokyo station, seeing Shengzai and the others’ disgruntled expressions, Satoru Gojo—who had embezzled class funds to buy souvenirs—naturally didn’t mention their poverty as the reason for taking the subway, and instead changed the subject: “Your final teammate is a very cute girl.

Though she comes from a remote countryside, isn’t there a saying that country girls are usually gentler and more humble?”

Hearing Gojo’s words, Shengzai and the other two lowered their heads in silence, no longer believing a single punctuation mark he uttered.

Earlier, Gojo claimed Tokyo Jujutsu High was a prestigious Tokyo school—yet the school was built in a mountain corner. It was famous, yes, but only within the jujutsu world.

As for the much-touted “beauties everywhere”… Shengzai and Takemichi had transferred for several days now and found the student body was pitifully small.

As for beauties… well, there weren’t none—Maki-senpai without glasses had decent looks and figure—but “beauties everywhere”? Pure nonsense.

The third-years seemed busy every day and were invisible to them, but the first- and second-years couldn’t even muster two mahjong tables—there was only Maki-senpai as a female. Where were all these “beauties”?

(End of Chapter)