Bang.
Eichi kicked open the dojo door.
The wooden doors swung open quickly from the immense force, then slammed against the walls, creating a loud noise.
Everyone frowned and looked towards the entrance upon hearing the sound.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone."
Eichi walked into the dojo with his hands in his pockets, adopting the same arrogant posture as Gojo Satoru.
At this moment, more than a dozen people were already kneeling in two rows in the hall, with the central seat, originally belonging to Naobito Zenin, empty.
"How rude."
"Do the younger generations not even understand basic etiquette anymore?"
Several aged yet powerful voices echoed among the crowd.
These Old geezers had come for the family meeting after receiving notification from Naobito Zenin, but upon arrival, they also noticed something unusual.
The numbers were insufficient; for example, Naoya Zen'in of the branch family, a high-ranking member of the Zenin Clan, was not present.
Moreover, they had waited for a long time but the Zen'in Family Head, Naobito Zenin, had not appeared.
"Who are you?"
Eichi walked up to the first Old geezer who spoke, bending down to look him directly in the eyes.
"Hmph, is that how you speak to your Elder?"
The Old geezer's panic flashed in his eyes for a moment, then he looked at Eichi with a furious expression.
In the Zenin Clan, whenever he showed such an expression, the younger generation would be scared like quails.
"Elder?"
Eichi sized up the Old geezer from head to toe.
"You don't qualify."
A mocking smile appeared on Eichi's lips.
The Old geezer's expression froze for a moment.
The impact of that sentence at this moment was no less than Gojo Satoru's taunt to Jogo, "You're weak."
After a moment of stupor, the Old geezer immediately tried to reprimand loudly.
"You little…"
Bang.
Eichi slapped the Old geezer on the head.
The next second, the Old geezer fainted to the ground.
"What?!"
"How dare you…"
As soon as Eichi made his move, several people couldn't sit still.
It was their first time seeing someone audacious enough to strike at a Zenin Clan meeting.
Boom.
Massive Cursed Energy filled the entire venue, almost materializing and enveloping them like seawater.
Eichi's figure continuously grew taller in their eyes, like a primordial beast.
Because of the Zenin Clan's principle of Jujutsu supremacy.
All those who could become high-ranking members of the Zenin Clan were, without exception, Jujutsu Sorcerers.
Their minds might not be as sharp, but they certainly possessed strength and insight.
At this moment, under the shroud of Eichi's immense Cursed Energy.
They profoundly realized the gap between them.
"Gulp."
A weaker Elder couldn't help but swallow.
His body had already begun to tremble.
'Is this a Special Grade? A Special Grade capable of single-handedly destroying a nation…'
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Eichi nodded in satisfaction.
'I'll let this trash live for a few more minutes.'
Glancing at the unconscious old man on the ground, Eichi walked directly to the topmost seat in the hall.
To everyone's astonishment, Eichi brazenly sat in the seat belonging to the Zen'in Family Head.
A surge of anger began to rise in everyone's hearts.
That was the Zen'in Family Head's seat.
It was a sacred and solemn position that everyone present aspired to.
Yet, Eichi, a child who, in their eyes, hadn't even fully matured, just sat there so casually and ungracefully?
"Azuma Eichi, that's the Family Head's seat, not somewhere you can just sit."
Ogi Zenin spoke, his sinister gaze slightly obscured by his lowered eyelids.
"What, you don't approve?"
Eichi rested his elbows on his thighs, propping his head with one hand, and looked provocatively at Ogi Zenin.
"If you don't want to incur the Family Head's wrath, you'd best behave yourself. This is the Zenin Clan."
Ogi Zenin spoke word by word, his eyes half-closed.
In one sentence, he simultaneously brought up Naobito Zenin and the Zenin Clan.
This sentence also gave the people present a good deal of confidence.
That's right, this is the Zenin Clan.
Their Family Head is the strongest Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Being the fastest after Gojo Satoru is not just an empty boast.
Due to the Zenin Clan's propaganda, in the outside world's perception, Naobito Zenin is currently the strongest Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Naobito Zenin indeed had achievements that matched his status.
Although Kusakabe was stronger than Naobito Zenin, because he was too low-key and always wanted to slack off, his true strength was only known to a small circle of people.
Eichi suspected that if Shinkage-ryu didn't need Kusakabe, its Senior Brother and Great Master, to hold the fort.
Kusakabe might not even have bothered with the Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer examination.
At this moment, the two terms, Naobito Zenin and Zenin Clan, brought immense confidence to the Old geezers present.
"Are you done talking?"
Eichi's calm voice reached their ears.
Everyone looked at Eichi at this moment.
In the past few minutes, Eichi had seen all their gazes and heard everything they said.
Now Eichi had clearly distinguished which Old geezers on the scene were non-recyclable trash that needed to be cleaned up.
And which were recyclable trash that could be kept.
"Speaking of which, Ogi Zenin, there's something I'm very curious about. Why would someone as useless as you think that you couldn't become the Family Head because your children were incompetent?"
Eichi looked at Ogi Zenin with an amused expression.
Ogi Zenin frowned.
He seemed displeased that his innermost thoughts had been exposed.
"They are useless to begin with."
Ogi Zenin replied coldly.
At the same time, his gaze, sharp as a sword, fixed on Eichi, as if he would strike Eichi if he dared to offend him further.
"Is that so? Then they belong to me."
Eichi's words made Ogi Zenin's hand unconsciously rest on his waist, where his cursed tool katana should have been.
He hadn't brought it this time because of the meeting.
Ogi Zenin's displeasure wasn't because Eichi wanted his two daughters.
In fact, in Ogi Zenin's mind, if these two useless daughters could win Eichi's favor with their bodies.
And help him gain a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, it would count as putting waste to good use.
He was annoyed by Eichi's attitude.
That attitude completely disregarded him.
Even though he lost the struggle for the Family Head position to Naobito Zenin, who was a stronger Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Ogi Zenin was still a Special Grade 1 Sorcerer, a presence before whom countless people would bow their heads.
Eichi naturally noticed his subtle movement.
"Want to draw a sword? I have one here."
Eichi's shadow elongated, quickly reaching Ogi Zenin.
A cursed tool katana emitting a remarkable aura appeared before Ogi Zenin.
It was at least a Grade 1 cursed tool.
Ogi Zenin made a judgment in his mind.
However, with the precious sword before him, he hesitated.
Although he instinctively made the motion to grab the sword, Ogi Zenin didn't really want to fight Eichi.
He couldn't even defeat Naobito Zenin, let alone Eichi, who was stronger than Naobito Zenin.
But now, Eichi's actions put him in a difficult position.
His pride wouldn't allow him to bow to a junior like this.
But his instincts were telling him not to take it; the opponent was a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, and he couldn't win.
"Hmph, I don't stoop to the level of juniors."
Ogi Zenin spoke.
'Acting like an Old geezer, huh…'
When Eichi looked at Ogi Zenin again, it was as if he was looking at a dead man.
Clap, clap, Eichi clapped his hands, signaling for everyone to be quiet.
"Everyone, I have an announcement. Starting today, I am the acting Zen'in Family Head. My words are spoken. Who agrees, and who opposes?"
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