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Just as Fushiguro Megumi was at a loss, suddenly, this hand reached inside her pajamas.

That touch

These hands definitely can't be a girl's hands. They're old and strong, they must belong to an elderly person, and they must have been exercising for many years.

Fushiguro Megumi dared not think any further. She turned around stiffly, and sure enough, there was an old man lying behind her.

His hair had all fallen out, but he still had a full white beard. Fushiguro Megumi suddenly grabbed his hand and said with difficulty, "Old man, why are you in my bed? Did you come to the wrong room?"

The old man calmly looked at Fuhei Hui, but judging from his eyes, he seemed somewhat disappointed. Why was he in a boy's bed?

"It's alright, go back to sleep." The old man turned over.

Fushiguro was silent for a moment, then sat up quietly. How could I possibly sleep in this situation?

Who is this old man? He looks very imposing. Could he be a high-ranking official at the college? No way, high-ranking officials at colleges can remember themselves, there shouldn't be someone this old.

"Excuse me, are you in some kind of trouble? Should I contact your family?" Fukuro Megumi asked with a sense of respect for the elderly and care for the young.

What a good kid.

Chapter 644 (Main Text 645) Today I am... Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni?

"What a fine child. I'm friends with your teacher, Gojo Satoru. If you could, could you please call Gojo Satoru over for me?" the old man said with a smile.

Fushiguro Megumi suddenly realized that the old man was a friend of Gojo-sensei, which put her at ease.

At this moment, the old man had already sat up. Fukuguro then noticed that although the old man's body looked frail, his muscles were incredibly strong, and his body, like steel, was covered with knife scars from head to toe. One could only imagine how many fights the old man had fought in his youth.

And the most important thing is...

"Why...why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Fushiguro Megumi stared at the old man in front of her. "You didn't do anything strange to me while I was asleep, did you?"

"Don't worry, young man. This old man isn't interested in handsome young men. If I could, I'd much rather lie with a beautiful young woman." The old man looked at Fuhei Hui with a gentle expression.

Fushiguro Megumi couldn't help but roll her eyes: "By the way, old lady, I still don't know your name?"

The old man extended a finger and tapped on today's system interface.

Name: Yamabuki Hanajin (Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni)

Gender: Unknown (Male Grim Reaper)

Ability: An everlasting ahoge (now overridden by the baldness attribute; indeed, baldness is invincible).

Zanpakuto: Ryujin Jakka (The oldest and strongest fire-type Zanpakuto. After its Shikai, it can release flames with the same temperature as the surface of the sun, approximately 6,000 degrees Celsius. Bankai: Zanka Tachi, which concentrates all the flames on the blade, with a blade temperature of approximately 15 million degrees Celsius. If released for an extended period, it will cause irreversible damage to the current world. Please use it with caution.)

Attributes: Swordsmanship, fist techniques, Flash Step, and Kido skills have all been honed to their peak and cannot be improved further.

Evaluation: The strongest Shinigami in Soul Society in a thousand years (Those who aren't Shinigami, stand up: you're all noobs.)

Yamabuki Hanakami smiled happily after reading today's system interface.

System, you really know how to play.

How could an old man over a thousand years old like me get into a fight? I'm just a gentle, warm-hearted, old-fashioned man.

On the bedside table were his clothes: a black shihaka outfit, a white captain's haori, and an old man's cane.

Yamabuki Hanajin dressed herself and leaned on her cane, looking like she was about to crumble.

Today I am just an old man. Please don't come looking for me with any curses or sorcerers. I just want to retire peacefully.

At this moment, Fushiguro Megumi dialed the phone: "Gojo-sensei, someone claiming to be your friend suddenly appeared in my bed. Can you come over?"

Gojo Satoru on the other end of the phone was slightly taken aback, but then immediately realized what Fushiguro Megumi meant by Yu's "friend".

"Fushiguro, I'll be there soon. Keep that person calm and don't let him go anywhere." Gojo Satoru arrived at Fushiguro Megumi's dormitory as quickly as possible.

However, this time what caught my eye was not a handsome young man, but an old man who looked all smiles, holding a hot tea in his hands, as if it would crumble at the slightest touch.

"Hmm~ Yamabuki?" Gojo Satoru asked tentatively.

"We meet again, young man. Anything fun to do today? I had a lot of fun last time." Yamabuki Hanajin looked at Gojo Satoru with a smile.

Fushiguro Megumi was taken aback. Yamabuki? That surname sounded familiar. I think I've heard it somewhere recently. Wait, isn't Kugizaki Nobara's boyfriend named Yamabuki Hanakami?

But I've seen that person myself. He was clearly a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. Why has he turned into an old man now?

Were you drained of your yang energy by a female demon?

“Fukuguro, don’t tell anyone about this. Mr. Yamabuki’s situation is a bit special. He explained to me before that he changes his appearance every time he descends to this world. Also, don’t tell Kugizaki Nobara either. I’m afraid she won’t be able to accept reality,” Gojo Satoru whispered.

Fushiguro Megumi could only nod. What else could I do after you've said that?

But what exactly is going on with this old man?

"Don't worry, things are very peaceful right now. I'm currently working on training a few of my men. Would you like to come and play with me?" Gojo Satoru asked.

Yamabuki Hanajin smiled very gently and brightly. Back in the day, I was also the dean of the Shinigami Academy, and teaching students was a piece of cake for me.

“Alright, let me see your student. If I’m not mistaken, it should be Itadori Yuujin, right? That boy has great potential, as high as a three- or four-story building.” Yamabuki Hanajin laughed very happily.

Kid, didn't you try to take my body when I first came into this world? As the saying goes, fortunes change, and I'll show you how I'm going to mess with you today.

Gojo Satoru coughed lightly: "As teachers, we can't use our positions for personal vendettas; we must dedicate ourselves to teaching our students. Is that alright?"

"Of course, no problem. I am a man of high moral standing, how could I possibly settle personal scores? Aren't you underestimating me? I also hope that this world will get better and better. Alright, take me to see Hisahito Itadori." A sinister smile had already appeared on Yamabuki Hanajin's face.

The intense spiritual pressure spread outwards.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and smiled bitterly. It was that intense sense of oppression again. Gojo Satoru had once analyzed "spiritual pressure," a power that originally did not exist in this world.

The conclusion reached was that when the soul reaches a certain level, it will unleash an unimaginable power.

However, the world of Jujutsu Kaisen doesn't know much about souls, and even someone as strong as Gojo Satoru can't train specifically for souls.

At this time, Hisahito Itadori was still eating potato chips and watching a movie, completely unaware that he was about to face a terrible disaster.

The two teachers went to the basement and saw Hisahito Itadori watching a zombie movie with great interest, while constantly touching a doll.

This is a magical artifact created by the college principal. It requires a continuous supply of magical power to the puppet; if the supply stops, the puppet will attack.

At first, Yuujin Itadori was often beaten up, but over time, he gradually figured out the trick and could send magical power to the puppet anytime, anywhere.

The entire training process took less than a day, and even a genius like Gojo Satoru couldn't help but marvel at Itadori Yuujin's talent.

"Gojo-sensei, who is this old man? I don't think I've seen him before?" Itadori Yuuji popped a potato chip into his mouth.

Yamabuki Hanajin smiled broadly: "I am your new teacher. From now on, I will be responsible for teaching you martial arts, which means teaching you how to fight."

"Huh? Do you need to teach someone how to fight?" Itadori Yuujin looked at the old man curiously.

"Of course. Come on, take off your clothes and fight me hand-to-hand now. I'll open the door to a new world for you." After saying that, Yamabuki Hanajin took off her outer clothes first.

Hisahito Itadori: If you're going to fight, then fight. Why are you taking off your clothes?

Chapter 645 (Main Text 646) Young man, come and fencing with this old man!

Hisahito Itadori raised his hand and asked, "Teacher, the other person is an elderly person. Is it really okay for me to fight an elderly person?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand at Itadori Yuujin with a grin: "It's alright, it's alright, don't underestimate this old man. He might be even stronger than me."

At this moment, Yamabuki Hanajin had finished warming up and was showing off his muscles. Itadori Yuujin compared his own physique with the old man's and suddenly realized that he might not be able to beat him. Moreover, Gojo-sensei said that there was no problem, so there should really be no problem.

“Young man, let this old man teach you a lesson.” Yamabuki Hanajin assumed an attacking stance: “By the way, respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue. I see you’re young, so I’ll let you go first. Come on, punch me in the chest and let me see how much strength you really have.”

Yuji Itadori guessed that his opponent was no ordinary person either, so he decided to be ruthless and immediately adopted an attack stance.

The opponent seemed unprepared; he looked like just an elderly man who exercised a little. No, I shouldn't underestimate him; I must use all my strength.

Yuujin Itadori attacked, and the physical education student's fist landed directly on the old man's chest muscle. Satoru Gojo and Yuujin Itadori anticipated many possibilities, such as the old man counterattacking in an instant or using some special spell to neutralize Yuujin Itadori's fist. However, they never expected that Hanajin Yamabuki would choose a different method.

He lay down on the ground—yes, he just lay there—clutching his chest and looking utterly hurt. "I can't believe the teachers at the High School of Spellcasting would lead their students to bully an old person like me! I can't breathe! Pay up! I won't get up until you pay up! I'm going to complain about you two at the High School of Spellcasting! Two adults doing this to an old person like me—is this a distortion of humanity or a moral collapse? Pay up!"

Yuujin Itadori stared blankly at his fist. He could understand why the old man had been knocked down by his own fist, but the most crucial point was that he hadn't used any force at all. His fist had clearly only slightly touched the old man, and the old man was actually lying down and asking for money? How could you do such a thing?

With a serious expression, Gojo Satoru gently patted Itadori Yuujin's shoulder: "Itadori, this is a very important sociology lesson. You must remember it. I'm leaving now. As for the old man's compensation, you'll have to figure it out yourself."

"Teacher, you absolutely can't abandon me at a time like this! Teacher!" Hisahito Itadori cried out in terror. How could I possibly have any money on me?

I never had parents, and my only relative, my grandfather, died not long ago. I haven't even received my first month's salary since joining the Spellcasting Academy!

Is this what they call bankruptcy? I have absolutely no assets, yet I'm bankrupt? Is this world really this absurd?

"Alright, young man, how did you feel when I lay down just now?" Yamabuki Hanajin suddenly stood up and asked.

When Yuji Itadori saw that the old man had actually stood up, he excitedly rushed over and grabbed Hanajin Yamabuki's hand: "Sir, as long as you don't make me lose money, I'll do anything you ask."

“Young man, this is the wickedness of the world. What should you do if you encounter this situation while on a mission?” Yamabuki Hanajin asked.

Yuuji Itadori stroked his chin: "If we've ever encountered this situation during a mission, shouldn't we have placed the old man in a safe place?"

Yamabuki Hanakami sighed and shook her head. Sure enough, this boy was still too naive.

“Let’s do it again. This time you’ll play the old man.” Yamabuki Hanajin stared at Itadori Yuujin in front of him. Itadori Yuujin blinked and could only pretend to be an old man, lying on the ground trembling.

"Pay up! You're not leaving if you don't pay up! Ten million! I won't let you leave until I give you ten million!" Itadori Yuujin happily hugged Yamabuki Hanajin's leg. What should an ordinary person do in this situation?

"Young man, it seems this is the right way to do it." Yamabuki Hanajin suddenly reached out and grabbed Itadori Yuujin by the neck, lifted the boy up, and then slammed his fist, the size of a sandbag, down at him.

"Ora ora ora ora!!! Remember, we may not be able to solve the problem, but we can solve the problem of the people who create it. If anyone dares to extort money this way, beat them to death, beat them until they can't take care of themselves. Beat them while they're alive, beat them even if they're dead; beat them when they can move, beat them even if they can't move; beat them even if the police don't come, and if the police come and don't side with me, beat the police too! In short, just beat them!"

Yuji Itadori was completely stunned. Where did this violent madman come from? This is a society governed by law. We all abide by the law. Your behavior of randomly beating others will land you in jail. I'm so young and don't want to have a criminal record.

"If you encounter an unreasonable person, you must be even more unreasonable than them; if you encounter a wicked person, you must be even more wicked than them. The wicked will be punished by the wicked, and I am the wicked's nemesis. Being too kind won't allow you to survive in this world; this is the first lesson I'm teaching you. Alright, let's begin our combat training now," Yamabuki Hanajin said with a smile.

Yuji Itadori is about to cry. Where did Gojo-sensei find such a troublemaking old man?

However, it seems this old man is really good at fighting.

And so, the two began formal training.

Yuji Itadori took a deep breath and followed Hanajin Yamabuki to the training ground of the high school, a place that was spacious enough.

Gojo Satoru watched quietly from the side. His spells had already reached the pinnacle for the people of this world. If he wanted to improve them further, he could only find inspiration from people in other worlds.

"Come on, this time I won't tease you anymore, let's have a real fight." Yamabuki Hanajin looked at the boy in front of him.

Yuji Itadori took a deep breath, suddenly rushed forward, and threw a punch at Hanajin Yamabuki's face.

Gojo Satoru, who was watching the excitement from the side, nodded slightly. Itadori Yuujin had not received any professional training before, but his physical coordination was extremely high. In other words, he was born to be an athlete. Because of his superior physical qualities, Itadori Yuujin's fists were also heavier than those of ordinary people.

However, Yamabuki Hanajin grabbed Itadori Yuujin's fist with just one hand: "No, absolutely not. Your fist has no intention of killing. This kind of fist cannot exert its proper power. Now you treat me as your father's killer."

Yuji Itadori began to adjust his mindset. The previous missions had all gone smoothly for him, even giving him the illusion that he was the protagonist of a manga.

Now, this wrong mindset must be corrected.

Chapter 646 (Main Text 647) Itadori, do you want to become the Grim Reaper?

The battle between real men has begun.

Hisahito Itadori's initial thought was simple: this was just an ordinary old man. Although he looked quite strong, he should be able to easily take him down, right?

But when he actually took action, Itadori Yuuji discovered that it wasn't like that at all.

The opponent's fist was like an iron hammer, and his internal muscles had been tempered and refined. No matter how he attacked, the old man remained unmoved.

Gojo Satoru watched from the sidelines with a look of surprise.

Are the elderly people here in such good health?

Human aging is inevitable, even for sorcerers.

Yamabuki Hanajin and Itadori Yuujin fought for only a few minutes before Itadori Yuujin was unilaterally pinned to the ground and brutally beaten.

"Teacher, help!" Hisahito Itadori screamed in a very pitiful way.

At this moment, Itadori Yujin had been beaten to the ground, his hands gripping the ground tightly, while Yamabuki Hanajin was pulling Itadori Yujin's legs back repeatedly.

"Young man, don't run away, I haven't had enough fun yet. Gojo, do you want to come and play with me? I promise it'll be a lot of fun." Yamabuki Hanajin turned to look at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru immediately shook his head. He decided against playing such a demanding game, saying it didn't suit a handsome man like himself.

"Oh, by the way, I'm going to the convenience store on the way. Is there anything you want?" Gojo Satoru immediately changed the subject.

Judging solely from physical strength, I probably couldn't beat this old man. After all, I'm a teacher. If I were to be beaten to the ground by an old man in front of my students... wouldn't I, the strongest sorcerer of our time, have any dignity?

"I want potato chips and cola." Yuji Itadori raised his hand amidst his busy schedule.

“I’m not interested in the snacks these kids eat, but how about we have hot pot for lunch today?” Yamabuki Hanajin asked.

"No problem, no problem, I'll go buy all the ingredients right away." Gojo Satoru turned and ran.

"Teacher, please save me first! Teacher!" Yuji Itadori shouted as he watched Gojo-sensei run faster than a rabbit.

"Crack!"