Chapter 133: The Hongmen Banquet.
"Father, I have arrived."
Naoya Zenin said, knocking on the door.
"Come in."
Naobito Zenin was currently sitting in the room, taking large swigs of wine from the gourd flask in his hand. The room was filled with the fragrance of wine.
Naoya Zenin slowly closed the door, looked at his drinking father, and said, "Everything has been prepared. I just wanted to ask, is his bloodline really that important?"
"Of course, it's important."
Naobito Zenin's face was flushed from drinking, but his speech was not the least bit vague. He said, "Our Zenin family possesses two cursed techniques, 'Ten Shadows Technique' and 'Projection Sorcery,' and has also produced a 'tyrant' with a 'Heavenly Restriction,' Toji Fushiguro."
"But which of these could stand proudly before a Special Grade cursed spirit at the age of 16? If we forcibly kept him, it would attract Gojo Satoru's attention. It's better to let him stay for one night, leave his seed, and then leave. If it's useless, we throw it out. If it's useful, we've profited."
"It's just a transaction. He won't be too repulsed by it."
"..."
"It was I who was foolish. I'll go prepare now." Naoya Zenin bowed, then turned and left.
Slowly closing the wooden door, he looked at the lush green tree opposite the door and said, "An experiment, huh? That kid is indeed qualified. However, the only ones who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Gojo Satoru and Toji Fushiguro are me."
With that, he departed directly.
...
"Woohoo! Tokyo! Tokyo!"
On the street, Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki were shouting.
"Tsk, I really wish I didn't know these people."
Fushiguro Megumi was in despair at this moment. These two were even more outrageous than his seniors. He could only gaze up at the sky as he walked, pretending not to know them. Beside him was Kurosaki Mafuyu, back to normal, currently watching the two in front with a smile.
"Oh my, youth is so wonderful."
Gojo Satoru followed behind the students. He felt his phone, which was in his pocket, ringing from a call. He took it out and saw it was Zenin Maki. He answered, "What's wrong, Maki?"
"Gojo-sensei, hurry and go save Tatsuro!"
"What happened?"
Hearing the anxious tone in Zenin Maki's voice, Gojo Satoru's brow furrowed. He wondered, Did that kid get beaten up right after getting out of the hospital? What kind of deep-seated grudge is this, to block him at his door?
After hearing Maki explain the whole story, Gojo Satoru burst out laughing and said, "I'm not going."
"Why?"
"Because since Tatsuro could call you but didn't call me, it means he can handle it. Besides, it's just about carrying on the family line. He's not the woman in the situation, so what's there to be afraid of?"
"..."
Zenin Maki was rendered speechless. It seemed to make sense, but she felt something was off.
Gojo Satoru continued, "Alright, don't worry. This is something that kid has to face sooner or later. Bye-bye!"
"Mm, bye-bye..."
Gojo Satoru hung up the phone and said with resignation, "If the Zenin family plays too rough, that kid will probably tear their roof off."
...
Noon.
Tatsuro, having been called for lunch, followed behind Naoya Zenin and said, "Sorry to trouble you."
"It's nothing. After all, you're the guest today," Naoya Zenin said with a laugh.
Tatsuro followed Naoya Zenin into a room. Just as he entered, he smelled a peculiar fragrance. Four women were standing side by side in the middle of the room for viewing. They looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, each one tall and graceful.
Looks like this was premeditated for a long time. Tatsuro glanced at this "Hongmen Banquet." Under Naoya Zenin's guidance, he sat down in his designated seat.
The women in the room, as if having received some instruction, moved towards Tatsuro. Their slender feet padded on the smooth floor as they sat in a circle around him.
Naobito Zenin said, "Aren't you going to serve the wine?"
"Please."
A woman picked up a wine pot with both hands, slowly poured it into a wine cup, and said.
"..."
Why do I feel like I'm an important court official from ancient times? Tatsuro looked at the clear white liquor in his cup and said, "I'm sorry, I don't drink."
"It's fine if you don't drink. You can practice."
Naobito Zenin said, then lifted the wine gourd and drank straight from the spout, completely ignoring the wine cups on the table.
Tatsuro, seeing this, only took a small sip. He didn't have much of a reaction to the women thronging around him; after all, to the Zenin family, they were just tools for procreation. He couldn't say he felt repulsion.
As for the pleasant sensations from their touch, Tatsuro, who considered his self-control to be good, didn't react. Instead, the fragrance permeating the air made him a little uncomfortable.
He remained on guard.
Naobito Zenin spoke with great relish about recent interesting events. Tatsuro and Naoya Zenin sat below, listening. Until the end of the noon meal, Tatsuro didn't feel any effect on his body.
He used 'Reverse Cursed Technique' to check for any toxins in his body, but after checking for a long time, he found nothing.
This made Tatsuro feel quite off. He had participated in this "Hongmen Banquet" with great enthusiasm, yet nothing happened?
Something's not right. There must be something wrong somewhere.
Tatsuro walked on the road, pondering if he had missed some flaw. After all, it was too strange. Could it be to make him lower his guard?
No, I feel like I can't outplay these adults.
Damn it, this is too terrifying. This Zenin family head has studied psychology thoroughly.
Tatsuro had a strong feeling he was going to fail spectacularly today, but he had also made a 'contract' to leave tomorrow. He said speechlessly, "Next time, I'd better not play psychological games with this bunch of old foxes. One by one, they've lived so long they're as cunning as can be."
"Don't say that, kid. When a person lives long, they naturally see more things."
At some unknown point, Naobito Zenin was standing right beside him, his speed astonishingly fast.
Tatsuro only glanced at him, not too surprised. After all, his son Naoya was so fast that even he had trouble reacting. As Naoya's father, it was within expectations that he would be even faster.
He said, "My bloodline may not be as good as you all think."
"Whether it is or not is not for you to define."
Naobito Zenin took the wine gourd from his waist, took two swigs, and continued, "Cursed techniques are inherited innately. I'm just afraid you'll die in battle one day and this good bloodline will be lost, which is why I'm acting in advance. Actually, it's not out of the question for me to wait until you and Maki get married and then I'll come get my grandson. But this line of work as a jujutsu sorcerer is too prone to death. It wouldn't be surprising if you died at the hands of a Special Grade one day."
"..."
I don't even know I like Maki. Why do you all keep judging me like this?
Tatsuro said speechlessly, "Don't. I don't need your blessing. As for sperm donation, let's talk about it after I lose my virginity. I don't want to become a father before I'm married."
"It's not out of the question to lose it today. No one outside will know anyway."
Naobito Zenin started trying to get chummy. After all, they were all men; there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
"No, no deal."
Tatsuro retorted, "I'm not like your son, with only women on his brain. I'm only 16; I should be squandering my youth."
"This is also a way of squandering youth, kid. And that son of mine is not weak; in another two or three years, he'll be able to catch up to me. What? The spar this morning wasn't satisfying enough? You want to fight again this afternoon?"
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