Jujutsu Kaisen: I have a Gardevoir

"Ku la la la la..."

Standing on a towering tree near Kyoto High School, an old man with white hair and beard drank wine while letting out inarticulate laughter.

Although Beard is also very individual, and his bold style is also very charming, but he is not the famous legendary pirate Whitebeard, but a direct neighbor of the Zenyuan family, the head of the Zenyuan family.

Wearing a kimono with gold threads, Da Ma Jin Dao sat on the branch of the big tree, not caring at all about the shameful performance of the family's elite troops.

"As expected of the Gojo boy, he was able to be discovered from such a distance. It was a wise decision not to rush in hastily."

"That's right. If you break in directly, it will not only be Uncle Shan and Shenyi who are embarrassed, but also you and me, Dad."

Higher up than where Naoto sat, Zenin Naoya, who had dyed yellow hair and wore a martial arts hakama, looked gloating about his misfortune.

I was the only one who was embarrassed before, but now you two are embarrassed together with me. No, you are even more embarrassed than me.

I lost to the Elf Master no matter what, but you guys lost to two special-level players who are still underage.

Anyway, they are all rotten, so as to be taller among the short ones, my Zenin Naoya is the tallest.

As for family ties?

Don't be ridiculous, there is no such thing as this in Zenyuan.

Everything is imaginary, only interests are real.

The most important thing right now is——

"By the way, Dad, is Shi'er's son telling the truth?"

"It must be true. Although the style is much different, in essence he is exactly the same as Jin'er. He is the type of our Zen Yuan family."

Having said this, the oldest head of the Yusan family took another sip of wine and let out a long breath of alcohol.

"You can expand your field at such a young age. If you continue to grow, you might be able to reach the height of Gojo Satoru. It is really the family's biggest loss that such an outstanding talent cannot recognize his ancestors and return to the clan."

"Who told Gojo Satoru to protect him? Maybe after a while, Gojo Satoru won't have to protect him, and there's nothing you can do about him, dad." Naoya smiled brighter at his father's back.

It's okay if you don't come back. If you come back, you will definitely become my biggest competitor.

You are a genius, and you have the support of a goddam dad with his elbows turned outward. When the time comes, I can only find a way to kill you secretly.

Damn it, such a precious inheritance is given to a loser. For this reason, you only deserve to stay outside for the rest of your life.

If these spell tools were in my hands...

"Naoya."

The direct voice interrupted the little ninety-nine in his son's heart.

"You need to broaden your horizons. If you are limited to my position, you will only be able to stop here in your life. If you are at my level, you will always be thrown away by Hui, let alone reach Gojo Satori, The degree of understanding.”

"Stop bragging, dad, your reaction speed can hardly keep up." Naoya said in a shameless manner, "It's easy to surpass you. I am the strongest genius in the Zenyuan family."

Subconsciously adding Zenyuan Family proves that you are still limited. The old man sighed helplessly.

If not, he wouldn't be so obsessed with Megumi Fushiguro.

Not only because of the source technique, but also because of the almost wild growth environment of Fushiguro Megumi, which gave him a tenacity and character that the children of the aristocratic family did not have.

At his age, how could he not understand that everyone has his or her own ambitions, and that magic techniques do not represent the whole truth?

It’s just that the Naoki people have Naoki people’s thoughts, and Naoya also has his own goals.

How can it be so easy for people to understand each other? Even if it's a father and son.

What's more, Naohbi people really don't know Naoya's true ambition.

Naoya had long since stopped paying attention to Naoya people, even when he was still a child.

Naoya was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and received similar treatment to Akari before he was six years old.

At the age of six, after the first surgical test, this treatment was further improved.

Because Naoya detected the same "projection spell" as the Naobi people, and it was also the strongest spell possessed by the Zen masters at that time.

The silver spoon becomes a "halo."

Everyone praised Naoya as a genius and said he was a man who could shoulder the future of the Zenyuan family.

While he was enjoying the flowers and applause, he heard that there was a crane tailgate at home.

He was obviously a man, but he didn't have any magical power.

How down-and-out must he be?

What kind of miserable expression will it look like?

Naoya ran over with excitement and condescending pity, but the moment he saw the man, the young Naoya was deeply shocked.

Is this the rear of the crane?

This is obviously a terrifyingly powerful monster!

So what if there is no magic power?

Even if I don't have the power of magic, I'll still beat you bunch of sightless scum.

The sin of the bastards is that they don’t know what true strength is.

That's why no one can understand Shirjun.

The only exception is probably Gojo Satoru.

From then on, Naoya's goal became Jinji.

Even though Jinji left Zenyuan's house soon, Naoya did not change his goal.

Because from then on, no one could give him such a trembling feeling.

He is the only one who knows how to tease people at home, and he often uses him to mock those useless trash fishes.

He firmly believed that only he, who could sense how powerful he was, was qualified to go there, to the realm that truly belonged to the strong.

As for her cousin Zenin Maki, who was born a few years later, she was just an impostor.

At the beginning, Naoya had some expectations for her, but as time went on, he became more and more disappointed.

You are not Sir Jun.

You are just a cheap trash fish.

You don't have the life of a strong man, and you have the disease of a strong man. You are more hateful than a miscellaneous fish, and even looking at you feels like an eyesore.

That's why Naoya "takes special care" of Maki, always looking for trouble and using violence to vent his dissatisfaction and distortion.

Although this miscellaneous fish has grown a lot since leaving home, a fake is a fake, and he is still far away from Shi Erjun.

For the time being, let you, this big fish, continue to be immersed in your fantasy. It's best to defeat all the other fish, so that you can be worthy of being killed by me.

Fish must be fattened and then killed to be delicious.

Under his "ardent" gaze, the battle between father and daughter Zenyuan Shan and Zenyuan Maki also began.

Unlike the muscular Zenin Maki, Fushiguro Megumi is extremely measured in doing things.

The domain tilted close to the Chanyuan Fan. When the Chanyuan Fan moved, Geng Gui did not stop it.

This is a battlefield specially opened for the father and daughter, and no one can stop their battle.

The father wants to prove himself by knocking his daughter down hard and letting her know that she will always be a loser.

The daughter also needs to prove that she is not wrong through a victory to completely eliminate the psychological shadow of childhood.

Whether it was Naoya's beating or Jinichi and Noburo's contempt, it all happened later. The family of origin will always have the greatest impact on the child.

This is the same for Maki, Mayi, Naoya, Akari, Kamo Kenki and even Gojo Satoru.

The causes that have been planted can only be eradicated by the passage of time, or by more drastic methods.

"Do you know why the head of the family is from Dhibi and not me?"

Chanyuan Fan's body leans forward slightly, his center of gravity keeps lowering, he holds the scabbard with his left hand, and presses the handle with his right hand, making a drawing gesture, and concentrates all the magic power that has been polished for half a life on the blade. In terms of the density of the magic power alone, it even exceeds On top of the secret "simple realm" of the New Yinliu.

It is the unique skill of Zen masters - "Secret Tradition: The Feeling of Falling Flowers."

Correspondingly, Maki also assumed the posture of Iai.

This is the compulsory course for Zen Yuan swordsmen, and it is also where the killer lies.

It's okay to bully the weak with an unskilled three-section stick and catch them by surprise. But when facing a defensive first-level conjurer, you must use the most convenient weapon.

No other magic tools were needed, even the ugly treasure was shaken into the air by Maki during the movement, and Menas opened his mouth to hold it.

Pokémon that are born to be clean, such as Harkron and Ice9tail, would despise Curseling for being dirty and ugly, but Menas did not, and they did not even look at who I was before I evolved.

Even if we are not of the same race, I will accept you, little bug, and stay here to witness the master's victory together.

To this extent, it means that both father and daughter have murderous intentions towards each other.

From this, it ends.

"Because you are a bastard who can even kill your own child."

"No--"

As soon as the word came out, a dazzling cold light burst out from the hand of the Zen Yuan Fan.

At the same time, a dark sword light lit up in Maki's hand.

The two swords filled with magic power collided with each other in the electric light and stone fire. The sparks of magic power rippled in the air, illuminating the eyes of the two of them in an instant.

Both father and daughter are extremely focused and focused on nothing but killing their opponents.

At this moment, the two of them had put aside all worries. They no longer had any ties of family ties, they were just rivals and enemies.

The moment the magic sparks hit the ground, the two swords bounced away, causing their bodies to lean back. In the next moment, they were forcibly restrained by the owner of the sword, and returned to normal as quickly as possible and continued to use the swords.

Both of them never took a breath, and they were determined to decide the winner in a round of confrontation.

The knife was waving.

The knife roared.

The sword rises.

The blade fell.

The two swords with added magical power carry the most thrilling murderous intention, and they keep moving forward, forward, and forward until they fall on the unknown enemy.

But he was always blocked by another sword at the most critical moment, and he could only swing it out again and again.

Faster and faster, more and more fierce.

Later, it turned out to be like two moon disks of different colors, squeezing and colliding beside the dark descendant court under the cover of night.

The crisp ringing of gold and iron also changed from getting shorter and shorter to a continuous buzzing, like the most unusual ringtone.

What broke this situation was a crisp sound mixed with the sound of overwhelming breaking.

The halo-like shadows of swords and swords suddenly closed in. The purple-black moon was intact, but the silver moon was mottled on the surface and had a section broken in the middle.

The corner of Maki's mouth turned up in a proud arc.

Although Shan's knife is good, it is still far behind the special black knife left by Shi'er. The black knife's characteristic is cutting. As long as it keeps colliding, it will be cut off sooner or later.

The reason why I have been able to persist for such a long time is entirely because of the effect of "falling flower love".

Using the magic power wrapped around the weapon, it semi-automatically attacks objects that step within the range.

Chanyuan Shan is very aware of the gap between the weapons of the two sides, and he is even more aware of how ferocious this useless daughter is. She will never mind exchanging injuries for injuries, relying on her vitality and the advantages of weapons to consume herself to death.

That's why he used this method to focus on weapons as his first target, hoping to make up for the lack of weapons through the gap in skill and experience, and then find opportunities for victory.

But Maki also learned "The Feeling of Falling Flowers", but she didn't really practice it because she didn't have the power to cast a spell. She was already familiar with the principles and methods of using the sword, so she used the trick to break the spell first.

She still remembers Akari's first lesson of the weak's battle in her heart?

We are weak, so we cannot let go of any opportunity. We should not think about establishing victory in one fell swoop. We should work step by step to gradually accumulate advantages and eventually turn them into victory.

Both sides suffer? Change your life?

It's not that it can't be done, it's the last resort. There is no other way. If you have the choice, don't take this path.

Only the one who survives is the real winner.

Sorry, **** dad, I am no longer that crazy woman.

Currently, I am a semi-second-level magician of the Tokyo branch, a first-year student at Tokyo High School, and a member of the Zen Academy Makida.

The black knife did not stop and swung down again.

The movement of the Chanyuan Fan is faster, and a sword is extended.

It's not difficult to understand. The knife is broken and the weight is lighter, so it can naturally be faster.

Surprisingly, the attack range of the Chanyuan Fan was not shortened after the sword was broken, but instead became longer in the moment of hand-to-hand contact.

The flow of mana, which is denser than the "Love of Falling Flowers", converges with the broken section and turns into substance. From a distance, the broken knife actually grows out of thin air. It is longer, stronger, and more dangerous.

This is the true secret of Zenyuan family kendo, and only members of the strongest combat unit "Han" have the opportunity to learn it. Although there are extremely stringent requirements for mantra power, it is not that difficult for a Zen fan who has been immersed in kendo for more than thirty years.

As long as I can cut off the tail of this crane.

However, this deliberate blow failed. Just when it was about to hit Maki's chest, she leaned back to avoid it.

Although the black sword's slash was destroyed, it successfully maintained its advantage and bought Maki precious breathing time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Maki exhaled and said:

"Sorry, smelly dad, I also thought of this trick. Who gave us a guy with excess magic power?"

Refers to Otoko Yuta, using spells to extend the power, etc. Otoko Yuta has learned it early in various high-intensity confrontations. Without this skill, he can't fight against monsters like Akari and Maki.

Compared with the condensation and density, Yuta, who became a monk halfway, still lacks a lot of heat, but it is longer than the hand, even Gojo Satoru can't compare - without the use of magic.

In the process, Maki also gradually developed the ability to sense the power of the spell through touch and instinctively avoid it. This is also the secret of her resistance to Luo Hua's love.

Since there is no magic power, let the body form a memory and act faster than the brain.

That's right, this is Maki's "Freedom of Ultimate Intention" - the jointly named version of Gojo Satoru and Akari.

However, Maki, who was looking up, didn't see that her pedantic father was also laughing at this time.

While laughing, he uttered magical words:

"Spell Liberation·Fire!!!"

Zenyuan Fan's whole body lit up with flames. The real flames wrapped around his arms. Through his hands, he released a red flame tornado with the sword as the center, and swept Maki's whole body into it.

Just being brushed by the edge left a charred black patch on the hard floor tiles, which showed how high the temperature was.

As a special first-level conjurer and an older generation who still retains the line of succession, how is it possible that the Chanyuan Fan does not have spells?

Not only does it exist, it is also very powerful. It is one of the oldest elemental techniques.

While maintaining the release of the flames, Zenyuan Fan continued what he had not finished before the battle began.

"——The reason why I failed to become the head of the family is because you kids are useless!"

The middle-aged man whose sight was blocked by the flames he emitted also did not see the sensible sneer on the roof above. He said:

"It's okay to go, Maki."