The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 115

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"Hmph, denying it?" The Second Elder of the Zen'in family smiled with obvious fake politeness and tossed a few photos onto the table.

—Tokyo's Entertainment District. Naoya Zen'in, Chihori Geto, Suguru Geto, and Satoru Gojo stood together on an award podium, colorful prizes in the background. Each of them held a mysterious little prize box they'd won, smiling brightly as the organizer snapped a cheerful group photo.

—Kyoto-Tokyo Sister Exchange Event. Everyone was wearing fairy wings, surrounded by magical effects for the camera. Naoya Zen'in happened to be standing next to Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo, looking totally unbothered.

—Jujutsu High in Tokyo, Hanada Garden. Chihori Geto had forcibly pulled Naoya Zen'in into a "sunshine family photo" (questionable). He was holding a sleeping Sun-shroom while standing next to a sunflower.

"......" Naoya looked down at the photos, then glanced back up. "Do I look happy in any of these?"

"How do you not?" The Second Elder rasped. "You looked so happy you turned blonde."

Naoya raised his left eyebrow. "...I've always been blonde! And it's been ages since I dyed it this color!!"

The Second Elder coughed and smoothly switched tactics. "Wrong description. What I meant was, you looked so happy you were glowing."

Naoya raised his right eyebrow, "That's a photo filter! Do you fossils even know what photo filters are??"

"Stop trying to wriggle out of it, Naoya." The previously silent Grand Elder finally spoke, sitting up straight with his bony spine. His tone was stern. "This past year, you've already caused enough trouble."

Naoya: "I'm not trying to wriggle out. I'm just telling the truth...!"

He paused for a beat, then sharply followed up, "I get it. Whether it's true or not doesn't matter—you're just trying to pin something on me, huh?"

Naoya let out a cold laugh, "Honestly, if you're that bored, I think the Jujutsu higher-ups would be thrilled to have you join them at the Cicada Song pig farm."

"Watch your mouth, Naoya Zen'in!" The Second Elder slammed the table.

Off to the side, the Third Elder glanced at the corn–bitter melon–silkworm pupae milk sitting on the table in front of Naoya and nodded solemnly. "Must be drinking that crap for too long—it's rotted your brain. The servants told me that stuff's meant for poisoning rats."

Rainbow Piggy calmly analyzed, "I'm not a rat, so it doesn't work on me."

System: [? That... weirdly makes sense?!]

Naoya continued, "This is a legit product made by Dog Cocky Cat, endorsed by the famous sorcerer-slaying legend Toji-kun. It's a drink for strengthening the will and honing one's skills."

(Chihori: He's giving Dog Cocky Cat such a glowing review... I'm crying!)

"Oh? Toji... that name sounds familiar." The Third Elder's sharp voice was grating to the ears. He tapped the table with his fingertips a few times. "Isn't he that failure born without cursed energy who left the Zen'in family?"

To the Zen'in clan, anyone without a cursed technique or cursed energy was considered trash. They didn't acknowledge Heavenly Restriction.

Naoya's eyeliner flicked upward. His tongue clicked before he shot back sharply, "Is that so? Personally, I think Toji-kun is way better than you rotting fossils who've been stuck in the main hall for decades."

"Ridiculous!" The Second Elder slammed the table again, his beard bristling and eyes glaring, making his already unpleasant face look even darker. "Such blatant disrespect toward your elders—truly shameful!"

Naoya snapped back with venomous sarcasm, "If you can say that, I guess the truly honorable elders who'd feel ashamed of you are already dead."

"You—!"

"Enough!" The Grand Elder struck his heavy cane against the floor, and the argument was abruptly silenced.

His long brows drooped slightly as he raised his eyes, his expression unreadable. In a calm voice, he said, "Even if you're the heir, our tolerance has limits. Your recent behavior has been gravely disappointing."

The attendants nearby stood in complete silence. None spoke or stepped in; they just happened to have subtly closed off every potential exit route.

Naoya's sharp eyes swept across the space, and his heart sank.

"......"

"You're still young, easily led astray by the outside world, forgetting everything the clan has taught you." The Grand Elder continued slowly, "It seems letting you leave the family's direct supervision was a mistake. Starting today, you won't be returning to Kyoto Jujutsu High."

Naoya's eyes widened slightly, fists clenching. "...You have no right to make that decision for me!"

"I've already spoken to the principal of Kyoto." The Grand Elder gave a small nod, his tone firm and final. "We most certainly have the right to decide what's best for the younger generation of this clan."

The Second and Third Elders straightened in their seats, clearly waiting for the Grand Elder's final verdict.

"Before we resume your formal clan education, you'll be given time to reflect. For the first month, you'll stay in the Zen'in clan's confinement chamber—hopefully, you'll come to understand our intentions."

"...I want to see my father." Naoya bit back the rising frustration. If he couldn't overturn their decision, he had to try a different route. "Something like this should be decided by the clan head—not by you."

The elders looked at Naoya with cool, indifferent eyes. "The clan has its own rules and structure. Not every matter falls under the clan head's authority—this is an internal decision by the elder council."

"It seems you need more time to reflect, Young Master Naoya," said the Grand Elder as he stood with the help of his cane. "Then let's extend your confinement by another month."

Naoya suddenly shot to his feet.

The Grand Elder remained calm and composed as he added, "—Just a reminder, Young Master Naoya. All the attendants around you are jujutsu sorcerers trained by the clan. They're stronger than you are right now."

In other words, resistance was pointless.

Naoya glanced sideways at the servants standing around him, heads bowed. He was confident in his technique, sure—but he also knew he wouldn't make it out of this encirclement. Even if he broke through the first layer, there'd probably be more outside.

And no matter what, there was no escaping the Zen'in clan right now.

"Rest well, Naoya. We still have high hopes for you."

Naoya remained where he was, watching the elders walk away. He clicked his tongue in frustration.

...This was going to be a pain.

As the elders left without a backward glance, one of the attendants stepped forward slightly, standing beside him. "Shall I escort you to the confinement room, Young Master Naoya? Do you need anything else?"

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