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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 126: Jump Into the Pool
It's like seeing someone through her.

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Yayoi had always known little about the affairs of the Big Three Sorcerer Families.

Satoru rarely took the initiative to talk to Yayoi about the Gojo family, but Yayoi heard Ijichi roughly say that people born with Six Eyes were destined to be the head of the Gojo family. As the Six Eyes of this generation, Satoru was the representative of the Gojo family. His stance and actions were equivalent to those of the Gojo family. The Gojo family was a force with Satoru as its core.

Satoru was famous for his wanton behavior in the jujutsu community. Apart from taking down a group of higher-ups, he had done everything he should and shouldn't do. The Gojo family where he lived had become the leader of the Big Three Sorcerer Families since then.

He was lawless and uncontrollable, and as this person was the most powerful sorcerer in modern times, it was inevitable that he would be feared by others.

There was a strange saying in the jujutsu world — the birth of Satoru Gojo broke the balance of the jujutsu society. After the birth of the Six Eyes, the situation in various places also changed. Cursed spirits appeared frequently, and even their power increased day by day.

The situation that was going to become more complicated ended up settling down after Satoru became the strongest. The activity of curse users in various places had obviously decreased. Although cursed spirits would still appear frequently, in the 21st century with a huge population, it was not unexpected that a large number of cursed spirits would breed.

He had become a strange balance, standing between various complex forces, simultaneously checking and balancing curse users and cursed spirits. The Gojo family suppressed the other two families except the Big Three Sorcerer Families, and Satoru restricted the modern curse world, which had been rotten to the root.

The curse world, which was in chaos inside and out, maintained a relatively stable situation.

It's not hard to imagine that if something bad happened to Satoru one day, this mess would collapse.

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The head of the Zenin family, Naobito Zenin, Naoya's father. His son Naoya scored twice and was beaten. The person who beat him was still the same person. The other person was the wife of the head of the family who suddenly appeared from the Gojo family. He immediately called Yaga, visited Tokyo Jujutsu Tech.

Although this old man's reputation in the jujutsu community was not as exaggerated as Satoru's, he was also known for his wild ways.

He didn’t seem to have much desire to make money for his unlucky son who lost a fight outside. When the old man entered the high school, he first sneaked all the way to the school canteen and emptied out all the canned drinks in the vending machine, making a mess. The can was stuffed into the arms of the attendant who insisted on following him, and the old man unzipped the tab of the beer can.

Before coming to the reception room, the old man passed by the playground and met Maki. After leaving home, his niece seemed to be much more cheerful than when she was at Zenin's house. Her strength seems to have grown by leaps and bounds, and she also has a smile of joy that she can't help but express on her lips.

Maki, who had five senses strengthened by the Heavenly Restriction, immediately noticed someone. She turned around and saw the damned old man standing on the roadside, and that old man was one of the people she least wanted to see.

The old man had the expression of a decadent drunkard, and Maki, the eldest sister from the high school, had no expression on her face and threw the long stick in her hand without thinking.

The old man didn't change his expression. The stick rubbed his face and then hit the ground. It sank into the concrete pavement behind him and spread like a spider web.

The attendant holding the messy beer cans was so frightened that he almost scolded her, but was stopped by his master's dismissive gaze.

"What are you doing here?" Maki's face was filled with stench.

Naobitp burped and his eyes fell on the other two people on the playground, a person and a panda to be precise.

—The descendants of the Inumaki family, a family of curse masters, and the mutated cursed corpse created by Yaga.

The gaze only lasted for a short time, and the old man withdrew his gaze and said without changing his face, "My son was beaten."

Maki raised her eyebrows and seemed to be in a much better mood, "Which hero did this?"

Not to mention any of Naobito's sons, the only one who would make him come to the high school with great fanfare was Naoya who could cause trouble everywhere.

"Hiccup—" The old man burped with a big mouth, and Maki took two steps back in disgust.

The old man slapped his mouth and said, "Gojo's family."

"Satoru?" Maki said subconsciously, then suppressed the thought, "No, if it is Satoru, the social circle not be so peaceful."

"It's not Satoru, it's his wife." The old man opened a beer can without expression and poured tons of beer into his mouth.

Maki: "..."
As expected of Satoru's wife, she did such a beautiful job.

"Satoru actually has a wife." Naobito, who had finished drinking for himself, wiped a handful of the beer on his lips, and the corners of his mouth dropped, "That boy with such a lonely face actually has a wife."

Maki's brows raised. Satoru was indeed an idiot with a blindfold, frivolous and unreliable. This was a fact, but there were some "facts" that only Tokyo Jujutsu Tech and Satoru's own students could tell.

"Show some shame, old man. No matter how unreliable Satoru is, his face is prettier than yours." Maki twitched her lips, "Otherwise, would the red-haired woman from Tokyo Jujutsu School still be interested in him?"

Panda scratched his face and said in a low voice, "There is no need to trust and stab someone."
Toge nodded, "Salmon."

"The direction of the reception room is over there." Maki pulled out the stick from the ground and pointed the long stick at the vermilion torii gate not far away. "If you have to go, hurry up. I don't want to waste time on you."

The old man asked for trouble and was not angry. He burped and said the very contemporary "sankyu". [1]

Maki: "..."##
If she hadn't been unable to defeat him, she would have taken advantage of it long ago.

#Damn old man.

"This is the head of the Zenin family." Panda looked at the direction the old man left, and the golden light fell on the light-colored feather fabric on the old man's shoulders. "It's different from what I imagined."

Maki pursed her lips, her drooping eyelashes covering her pupils, "Ignore him."

"Mustard leaf." On the other side, Toge's mobile phone vibrated; he took out the phone from his pocket. He opened the phone screen, and opened the newly issued dynamics of Satoru. All ugly photos of Naoya, the successor of the Zenin family, who was beaten black and blue and stuffed in the trunk. It also featured Satoru’s heart-rending ha ha ha x10086, which was adding insult to injury.

"This is the trunk of the car, right?" Panda looked at the photos on his phone and murmured, "Yayoi looks quite innocent... I didn't expect that she would do such a thing."
People could not be judged by their appearance.

"Well done." Maki added insult to injury without hesitation, as if throwing another stone at the bottom.

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The sparse golden sun fell from the gaps between the lush branches and leaves. The autumn sunshine fell warmly on the skin, and an indescribable feeling of laziness filled the whole body.

The wind carried the coolness of autumn and rushed through the mountains. The flowing water rolled through the yellow leaves, ripples appear on the river, and the vermilion pontoon cast a thin shadow on the sparkling river.

Yayoi smelled the strong smell of alcohol. The gray-haired old man was slumped on the sofa in the conference room like a boneless snake. His narrow eyes were slightly drunk, and his slender mustache was stained with alcohol.

The attendant next to him was holding a mess of beer cans, with an expression on his face that he was about to cry.

The other old man sitting on the same sofa with the old man was very different from him. He sat upright, his hair was tied high into a ponytail, his eye sockets were sunken, and the expression on his face was cold and hard from beginning to end.

Yayoi paused, then crossed the threshold as if nothing had happened, "Sorry, I'm late."

The drunken old man waved his hand and let out a loud burp, "It's okay... burp... little girl... sit down, sit down... burp!"

The smell of alcohol almost hit the face of Yaga, who was sitting on the sofa opposite. Even an honest person like him felt very fucked up in his heart.

Yaga opened his mouth and wanted to introduce these two to Yayoi, but was interrupted by the pony-tailed old man's words.

The pony-tailed old man next to the drunken old man frowned, his eyes became fierce, and he reminded the drunken old man, "Brother, women have no right to sit with us."

As soon as he finished speaking, even Yaga's brows couldn't help but twist into a knot.

A strange silence fell in the air, as cold as ice water falling on a person's skin, mixed with the strong smell of alcohol, until a slap fell on the pony-tailed old man's shoulder.

"Don't be so old-fashioned, Ogi." The drunken old man patted the pony-tailed old man on the shoulder vigorously. The force was so strong that it made people wonder if he was deliberately trying to break the person's bones.

The pony-tailed old man was about to say something, but was interrupted by the next words.

"This is your family's rule. You just have to abide by it." Yayoi said calmly, "I have never heard of such a rule."

"Is this the tutor of the Gojo family teaches?" The pony-tailed old man's tone was as cold as his expression, and his cold gaze was like a knife cutting into the skin.

"This has nothing to do with the Gojo family." Yayoi said, "You like to demand others in your own way, but there is no need for me to demand myself in your way."

"What you think has nothing to do with me." Yayoi said.

The expression of the pony-tailed old man was distorted for a moment, and the veins on his forehead were bulging like tiny snakes. A second before the loud scolding started, the drunken old man's hand was placed on his shoulder again. This time the weight was heavier than before, like a mountain pressing on his shoulders.

"Ogi." The drunken old man held the can in his hand with an expressionless expression.

The pony-tailed old man frowned even more tightly and reluctantly shut up.

After the brief confrontation, both sides restrained themselves tacitly. Yayoi sat on the sofa opposite the two old men. Under the strange eyes of the pony-tailed old man, she listened silently to the conversation between the two parties. Yayoi was there most of the time. As he spoke, she silently began to figure out the identity of the person opposite.

The old man who liked to drink was called Naobito Zenin. He was the current head of the Zenin family and the father of the annoying Naoya whom she beat up. The pony-tailed old man next to him is his younger brother, Ogi Zenin.

From the moment they met, the attitude of the pony-tailed old man, Ogi, was contemptuous. This kind of contempt was not the kind of contempt that Naoya had that others would take for granted, but a deliberate contempt. The hint in his heart showed that the other person was not worth mentioning. The shadow hidden under this contempt was enough to make him run away in embarrassment.

It was like seeing someone through her.

He raised his head high, mocked that person, despised that person, couldn't wait to deny this person, and denied the lingering fear that remained in his soul.

At first, the content was just some simple greetings, and then they talked about the recent exchange event. When he heard the names of the two sisters Maki and Mai, Ogi's expression twisted for a moment, as if what these two names were... it’s the same shame that he didn’t want to face.

Yayoi felt her fist harden with an expressionless expression.

"Little girl, your maternal ancestor's surname is Kawabata?"

Yayoi, who was suddenly called, looked up, looking a little dazed, so dazed that even Naobito felt that his son was stupid for being beaten twice by such a red-haired woman who didn't seem to be very bright. It was so severe that it required Shoko's Reverse Technique twice.

"Yes." Yayoi said calmly.

"Then do you know?" Naobito narrowed his eyes, looking like an old fox.

Yaga's brows twitched unconsciously, and an ominous premonition came to his brows.

"The Kawabata family is a branch of the Zenin family." The expression on Naobito's face suddenly became serious. The old man and Ogi were sitting together, and they finally looked like brothers.

Yaga's heart twitched hard, and the corner of his eye fell on Yayoi, and he suddenly realized that he was waiting for her here.

"It can be said that your mother is from the Zenin family." Naobito's immediate opponent made the final decision.

Yayoi tilted her head as if he didn't understand at all, "Oh."

Yaga: "..."
Naobito: "..."
Ogi: "..."

Oh what? You should be shocked!

"Don't you have any other ideas?" As if he didn't care, the old man took out another can of beer from the attendant's arms, pulled the tab, and poured it down, but the corner of his eye fell on Yayoi's face without leaving a trace.

"My mother's surname is Kawabata, not Zenin." Yayoi corrected him.

"The Kawabata family is a branch of the Zenin family." Naobito put down the wine jar and reminded him.

"But my mother's surname is not Zenin." Yayoi frowned, confused. Her mother's surname was obviously not Zenin, so why did this old man insist on saying that her mother was a member of the Zenin family? "Don’t all the members of the Zenin family have the surname Zenin? My mother’s last name is not Zenin."

"Those who have the blood of the Zenin family are all members of the Zenin family." The old man suddenly felt a little tired, "For example, Megumi Fushiguro."

"Then why are you talking to me?" The old man meant no harm, and Yayoi didn't mind saying a few more words to him. The old man was annoyed her with going around and around like this. Her surname was not Zenin, but you have to say that her mother was a member of the Zenin family.

The redhead thought about it again. The old man seemed to have said something outrageous just now.

"Is Megumi a member of the Zenin clan?" Yayoi's eyes trembled, "Gojo clearly said that Megumi is his son!"
Smelly old man, I misjudged you. You actually want to steal our son from our cat!

Naobito: "..."
Were you really stupid or pretending to be stupid?! And why did Megumi, a man named Fushiguro, suddenly become Satoru Gojo's son?! Don't you even ask Toji for his opinion?!

He was not so sinister as to break up a young couple, and with the character of the current head of the Gojo family, even if the other person was a real Zenin, it probably wouldn't have much impact. Satoru had never cared about his origin, even though Megumi's father almost killed him back then, wasn't he also adopted by him?

Perhaps it was the bad nature of the Big Three Sorcerer Families that was at work. The old man said it intentionally or unintentionally to see the reaction of this woman who had the courage to marry Satoru Gojo.

He thought about all kinds of reactions, including dismissive and shocked, but he never thought about the scene in front of him. Even the head of the Zenin family, who was over seventy years old, felt like he wanted to turn the table over.

"There is nothing good about the Zenin family, otherwise why would Megumi's father give him the surname Fushiguro." Yayoi pursed her lips and told the truth.

She was used to hearing Megumi Fushiguro, so of course she thought Fushiguro was a good surname, and the Zenin family had always given her a very bad impression, especially those represented by Naoya.

Naobito: "..."
He feel that this red-haired woman was much more difficult to deal with than Toji back then, in every sense of the word.

Yaga: "..."
Satoru, please take care of your wife.

The teachers who were over middle age have never missed their students as much as they did today.

"That man is a worthless waste." Ogi's cold voice suddenly sounded in the reception room.

Yayoi's eyes darkened, and when her amber eyes came into view again, they felt completely different from the one just now. They were like eternal glaciers, silently exuding a chilling chill.

Yaga's heart thumped.

"Bound by Heavenly Restrictions, what about the gifted physical prowess?" Ogi narrowed his sunken eye sockets and looked straight at Yayoi, as if he was talking to someone through her, "Sorcerers can also strengthen themselves through cursed energy and years of fighting. Every sorcerer will have the power you have.

"It's worthless." Ogi closed the coffin and said conclusively, "Whether it was that man back then, Maki, or you, they are all worthless."

The afternoon sunlight was neatly cut by the shoji windows and reflected on the floor.

The branches close to the window frame shook off slightly curled yellow leaves, and the rustling wind was mixed with the chirping of birds.

"I understand, you are a waste." Yayoi said, her tone colder than ever.

Yaga: "..."
Naobito: "..."
How on earth did you come to this conclusion?!

"You have been beaten before." Yayoi said. "Only those who are beaten until they are unable to fight back and do not admit their defeat can be so miserable."

The old wounds were harshly opened, and words were like a sharp knife, cutting hard on the heart.

Ogi's expression was extremely distorted for a moment, and veins popped out in the hand resting on the handle of the knife at his waist, "You need a lesson."

"You need a good beating," Yayoi continued.

Yaga covered his face in pain, knowing in his heart that even if he tried to adjust, it would be useless. Both sides had stepped on each other's weak points, and it would be impossible not to fight.

Naobito next to him didn't have much intention to stop his younger brother, and was still pouring himself wine.

His younger brother has always had a high opinion of himself. In this regard, Naoya was quite like his uncle.

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As Satoru strode his long legs and hummed a tune, walking along the corridor, passing by shoji doors that flashed one after another, the soles of his shoes made a series of thumping sounds.

The door to the reception room had appeared in the field of vision. The thought of seeing his wife soon and ignoring the bad old men opposite made the big white cat feel happy.

However, the next moment, an unknown object broke out of the reception room. The buildings of the Jujutsu Tech were mainly traditional wooden buildings. Most of the beams and walls were made of wood. Such a building was a tragedy for a sorcerer who was good at demolishing it.

The wooden door let out a loud scream, the door frame broke, and sawdust mixed with the noise poured out, making people's throats feel itchy.

The unknown object smashed directly into the wall opposite the door, and cracked like spider silk spread along the depression, like vines growing wantonly, wrapping around the beams.

There was a creak, and the beams made a crumbling sound.

Someone walked out of the bustling crowd, with red hair that seemed to be spilling red ink.

"You are very weak." His wife looked down at the old man who smashed into the wall, her lips moved slightly.

Satoru was shocked and clutched his chest, his wife was so hot.

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom, FanFictionNet, and Wattpad

• Omake •

Naobito: completely forgot about his son, *hiccup* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*

Gojo the Cat: Maki, Maki, your dad was beaten! My wife beat him!
Maki: What the hell?

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[1] Sankyu is a Japanese slang version of the English “thank you”


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