I'm practicing ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

"What are you guys eating so late at night? It smells delicious, take me with you."

Gojo Satoru's voice came from the end of the corridor.

"This meal cost me 5,000 yen. Gojo-sensei, if you want to eat it, you have to give me 1,000 yen."

Zenin Maki said, feeling that she had to return to her roots in time.

"Oh, Maki-san, it's not right for you to say that. I'm a teacher. How can a student ask a teacher to spend money?"

Gojo Satoru appeared in front of everyone holding a black uniform.

The school uniform of Jujutsu High School...

Xia Luoluo took a glance and knew that it was his school uniform. After all, he had not been given one before. The black short-sleeved shirt and long pants he was wearing now were spare clothes.

As long as he puts on this school uniform, he will be considered a member of the Jujutsu High School. With the company of these friends, I believe that his future days will not be as lonely as before.

"The food is here, everyone make way!"

The panda also came out with two dishes and a soup, but he walked very slowly. His strong arms held a bowl of dish in each, and his hands held the hot soup steadily. He looked very nervous and looked very funny.

Yuta Otsutsukoshi smelled the aroma of the dishes, swallowed unconsciously, gritted his teeth and said: "I don't have money this month, I'll make it up to you next month, take me with you."

10,000 a month, once a day, customized package quality guaranteed! ”

Xia Luoche looked at Gojo Satoru with a sly smile, as if to say that if you don't give him money, don't even think about leaving.

"Forehead……"

Gojo Satoru looked at the four dishes and one soup on the table and fell into deep thought. After a moment's consideration, he said, "How about a 50% discount?"

"Deal! Let me make it clear first, you get what you pay for, 50% off is 50% off."

"Salmon!"

Just as Goujuan Ji finished speaking, the panda beside him explained: "Ji said he wants one too."

"Okay, that's four. Maki, do you want to come for a month? I can give you a discount!"

"uh-huh!"

Zenin Maki quickly wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth with her right hand and said solemnly, "The food is not bad. Since they want it, I'll naturally ask for one month's supply as well."

"Ah."

At this moment, Xia Luo was already smiling from ear to ear. He earned 70 in one night. Although % of it was the cost of food, it did not affect his joy of making money.

Chapter 14 Copy and Paste?

After dinner.

I was lying on the bed at sunset in summer, looking at the quiet starry sky outside the window. Suddenly, a white-red meteor streaked across the beautiful night scene, becoming the brightest among the stars.

For him at this moment, Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation is no different from a ultimate move. After all, a breath of fire consumes nearly one third of the cursed energy in his body, and there is no upper limit.

Moreover, the Sharingan is also a high-consumption skill. If these two are activated at the same time, he will become the spokesperson for lack of blue, just like Kakashi.

Open your eyes for ten minutes and you will feel weak for the whole day.

In real combat, these two can be used without any other means, as the small skills cannot be used to consume the energy.

Then all I have to do now is to exercise and use the Sharingan to copy other people's physical skills, right?

If we talk about the person with the strongest internal physical skills in the technical high school, it should be Maki. After all, he can't kick away the cursed spirit without relying on cursed power.

That's all I will do for the time being for my training in the near future, exercising and copying Maki's physical skills, and also learning spells from Gojo Sensei.

The real spell still needs to be learned. After all, Haohuo Mie really consumes a lot of mana, and it is easy to fail to keep up with the high-intensity task of removing cursed spirits.

After thinking for a long time, Xia Luo now felt sleepy and slowly closed his eyes in the fantasy of the future.

……

Day two.

The sound of "ding-ling-ling" echoes in your ears, and the alarm clock on the bedside is still outputting steadily. It is your best partner to get up on time.

Summer Sunset slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the light coming through the window.

It is 5:30 in the morning, the sun has not risen completely, only a corner of it is visible, but it is also the time for summer sunset to wake up. As the saying goes, a day's plan begins in the morning, and now is the best time to go out for a run.

He got up and put on the clothes at the head of the bed and the shoes at the bottom of the bed. After a quick wash, Xia Luoluo left directly and went to the training ground for a run.

But it seems that he is not the only one who got up early. There is also Zenin Maki who has been here for who knows how long. She is sweating profusely at the moment, holding the naginata in both hands. The seemingly casual strike is not ordinary.

Every slash can pull up the scattered leaves on the ground. The muscles in his strong arms are tense at this moment, with a sense of beauty of power.

As Xia Luo watched from the side, he subconsciously opened his Sharingan, wanting to replicate all these moves in his mind.

Zenin Maki also saw the summer sunset nearby, but did not stop waving the naginata in her hand. Instead, she smiled slightly and continued waving.

A silent teaching took place between the two of them. Xia Rishu carefully observed the direction of the power and center of gravity. The replication of the Sharingan put his brain into a state of emptiness.

A huge amount of analytical data poured into his brain, as if he had carefully observed it again in the fantasy space, so detailed that he could sweat dripping. But it was obvious that this kind of test of memory could easily give people a headache and a strong sense of dizziness.

After watching for just over ten minutes, Xia Luoluo knelt on the ground, gasping for breath and vomiting the undigested overnight meal in his stomach.

"Ugh~"

Shit, my head is going to explode. This is a joke. Even just copying the memory can give me such a headache.

"Ugh~"

So sad!

This Sharingan is fucking rubbish. It’s definitely not because my brain can’t keep up.

"What? You don't need to copy my movements with those eyes of yours?"

Zenin Maki's voice came from in front of him, with a hint of pride in her tone.

"Did you do this on purpose? Ugh~"

Xia Rilu finally understood why her brain was overloaded so quickly. It turned out that she was the cause.

"Of course, the movement of swinging the knife was deliberately a little faster."

Zenin Maki stuck her naginata into the ground, picked up the water cup beside her and drank it in big gulps, then sat on the stone bench and said, "During the spell study ten days ago, I noticed that your eyes were unusual, and I thought that since you have extraordinary observation abilities, it shouldn't be a big deal to copy your movements, so I accelerated the force and movements of swinging the sword with an attitude of giving it a try."

"Ugh~"

After completely vomiting out the overnight meal in his stomach, Xia Luoze, feeling a little better, wiped his mouth and slowly stood up. The cold sweat on his forehead and his disordered breathing proved that his mental state was very weak at the moment.

As expected of someone who came from a Zen temple, his keen observation and calm mind have surpassed many sorcerers. No, who is chosen by Gojo Satoru to be simple?

The panda created by Dean Yaga, the dog Juan Ji from the Juyan family, Otsutsukoshi Yuta who is a relative of Gojo Satoru, and Zenin Maki from the Zenin family.

This background panel can be used as the protagonist at any other time, and there is no need to question its intelligence. I just didn't expect that he could analyze the Sharingan's ability roughly after just one glance.

Will we still be able to have fun in the future?

It makes me feel like a fool.

"Yes, my eyes do have sharp penetrating power and copying ability, but this is not all I am. In fact... I am still a ninja!"

"..."

Zenin Maki looked at Xia Luoshe as if she had seen a fool. She looked at him with eyes that showed concern for the mentally retarded. Her lips moved a few times as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself, as if to say:

"You may have just been discharged from the hospital and are mentally disturbed."

"One hundred thousand! I'll spit fire on you."

As soon as Xia Luo finished speaking, Zenin Maki rolled her eyes at him, then stood up, picked up the naginata that was stuck in the ground, and started swinging it again.

"I don't believe it."

After Xia Luoluo finished complaining, he sat on a stone bench nearby and closed his eyes to rest, digesting what he had just learned. He felt as if he was in a different space, watching Zenin Maki waving the naginata in his hand right next to him.

But everything here is controlled by him. If you don’t understand something, you can slow down the video or rewind it to watch it again. The horror of the Sharingan begins to show at this moment.

The texture of the power is exactly the same as in reality, and one can even feel the cold breeze every time the sword is swung.

I don't know how much time had passed, but Xia Rizhu, who was already tired of seeing, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zenin Maki running in the playground and the naginata stuck in the ground beside her.

I don't know why, but my body subconsciously picked up the naginata on the ground and began to swing it unconsciously until the movements matched the image of Zenin Maki in my mind.

Although the swinging movements were a bit awkward at the beginning, with the subtle adjustments of the Sharingan, he was able to keep up with the rhythm without any inexplicable lag.

After all, no matter how you imitate, your physical fitness is different. For example, Zenin Maki can do splits, but it would be bullshit for him.

The physical difference between the two is too obvious, and can only be compensated by strengthening the body with cursed power.

"No way? He stole it so quickly?!"

Zenin Maki, who was running nearby, could see at a glance the sword skills that Xia Luo was wielding at this moment. Although there was a slight difference, it was undoubtedly the same as what she had just shown him.

Anyone would be unhappy if someone suddenly learned the martial arts they had practiced for many years. The same is true for Zenin Maki. She is a strong-willed person, as evidenced by the fact that she wants to be a sorcerer even though she has no cursed power in her body.

What to do if you are unhappy?

Of course, that means dragging him into a fight!

Chapter 15: A Move and a Half

"Hey, come over here and have a fight."

Hearing Zenin Maki's call, Xia Rilu slowly stopped the naginata in his hand, looked around, and found that there was no one around. He pointed at himself with a puzzled look and said:

"I?"

"Yes, I'm a little upset today and want to beat you up."

Zenin Maki did not hide her feelings at all. She picked up the nunchaku next to the stone bench with a smile on her face.

"..."

"Gudong-"

Xia Luoluo looked at Zenin Maki who was about to take action, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva. Thinking that he might be beaten up, he immediately wanted to back off:

"Hey, we are all classmates, how can we do this? Well... I'll go back first if it's okay."

"Don't go, let's fight!"

Zenin Maki did not hold back at all and swung the nunchaku violently, leaving an afterimage and directly scratching Xia Rilu's cheek.

Red blood flowed out of the wound and slowly dripped onto the ground. Seeing this, Xia Luoluo knew that he had learned too fast and caused her unhappiness. If he chose to escape at this time, she would definitely look down on him in the future, and this was a situation he didn't want to encounter.

At this moment, the only option is to fight.

"Okay, I get it, let's go to the training ground and have a fight."

Xia Riyue held her naginata tightly and walked to the center of the field, with the magatama spinning rapidly in her scarlet pupils. If you want to get her approval, you must try your best. If you give up in the middle of a fight, you will not be able to stay here in the future.

and……

Isn’t actual combat the best way to test the results of training?

"If you don't try your best, I will beat you to death!"

Zenin Maki was looking at the summer sunset ten meters away. His eyes were not avoiding her at this moment, but looking directly at her, as if he was ready to fight.

Compared to the somewhat introverted Yuta Otsutsuki, she still prefers people who can face difficulties head-on.

"I know it would be an honor for me to die in your hands. But I don't want to die at this moment. I will struggle hard!"

After saying this, Xia Luoche clenched his naginata and got ready to deal with Zenin Maki's next attack.

"not bad."

Zenin Maki looked at Xia Rixu who was going all out, swung her three-section staff and rushed over, shouting, "Let me see how much you stole from me!"

"when!!"

The crisp sound echoed between the two people.

It was just the first collision, but Xia Rilu's hands were so painful at the base of the palm that if it weren't for the support of the cursed power, he would have been blown away by now.

The Sharingan has been used to its full potential, and it can at least allow him to hold on for a few more minutes.

Seeing that her attack failed, Zenin Maki raised her eyebrows slightly, then exerted force suddenly and knocked Xia Luo out. The nunchaku in her hand was like a part of her body, flexible and precise.

Every swing of hers was predicted by the Sharingan, but her body seemed unable to withstand such high-intensity combat, and a feeling of powerlessness slowly welled up in her heart.