Jujutsu Kaisen: I Have A Gardevoir

It must be admitted that Japan's elite education system for the upper classes is indeed quite effective.

As the designated heir of the Kamo family, Kamo Noritoshi received the highest level of elite education from an early age.

The family signature technique, "Blood Manipulation," was of course included, but also etiquette, conversation, interpersonal relations—all of these were taught by specialists.

Thus, though he was only seventeen, Kamo Noritoshi's every move exuded a maturity far beyond his peers.

He lacked the ferocity of Todo Aoi.

He lacked the simplicity of Miwa Kasumi.

He lacked the arrogance of Zenin Mai.

To those of his age group, he might appear old-fashioned, but to his elders, especially the higher-ups of the Jujutsu Alliance, this was the bearing of a leader—this was how a representative of the jujutsu world should conduct himself.

Even after being faced with Akira's audacity, even though the raucous troublemakers on his side were losing face and unity, he still controlled his emotions well, standing up gracefully, walking to the field with measured strides, and nodding politely towards Akira:

"Kamo Noritoshi of Kyoto Second Year, please teach me, Akira-san."

"Whether you ask or not, I will teach you." Akira continued his taunting demeanor from before. "In honor of the Three Great Clans, I'll grant you a special privilege—concede now and you'll lose half. Or perhaps call up the remaining folks and make it a three-on-three?"

Kyoto students were already used to Akira's arrogance, showing no reaction. However, on the Tokyo side, brows were furrowed. Today, Akira was acting quite out of character, especially at this moment; Panda, Inumaki Toge, and Okkotsu Yuta couldn't quite recognize their fellow classmate and assistant instructor.

Was this really the same classmate who was usually so carefree?

Panda hesitated for a moment and was about to ask when he was stopped by both Gojo Satoru and Zenin Maki.

This wasn't a topic suitable for public discussion—it was also an opportunity to understand their extraordinary friend's inner thoughts better.

"Your goodwill is appreciated, but allow me to refuse."

On the surface, Kamo Noritoshi's expression remained unchanged, but Akira noticed the subtle movement in his squinting eyelids.

This indicated that his inner state was far from the tranquility he projected—he was simply suppressing his anger.

Honestly, just like when he was younger, not much had changed; he probably wasn't even aware of it.

Reflecting on this, Akira continued with his cavalier demeanor: "Why? Even Senior Todo couldn't beat me—do you think you're stronger than him?"

"Although I haven't won against Todo in practice matches or sparring sessions, that's not a reason for me to back down."

"Because you're the heir of the Kamo family?"

"That's right. The responsibility and honor I bear compel me to fight until the very end."

"Is that all?" A hint of disappointment flashed in Akira's eyes. "How boring."

"Someone like you wouldn't understand—honor, responsibility, justice... The Kamo family's honor cannot be tarnished. Blood Manipulation!"

With that, Kamo Noritoshi drew his specially prepared cursed tool—a peachwood bow—and took out six arrows from his quiver at once.

Shooting six arrows simultaneously would be unheard of in traditional kyudo, but with Blood Manipulation, it became feasible.

The bow's role was merely to provide initial velocity, while the trajectory of the arrows was corrected using the blood smeared on their tips.

Six arrows flew along six different curves, targeting Akira's head, chest, shoulders, and legs.

Naturally, they didn't connect—Darkrai used "Quick Attack" to shatter all six arrows.

"Is this all you've got?" Akira let out a mocking laugh. "If that's the best you can do, you won't even make me move my feet."

"Mada mada (It's not over yet)!"

Kamo Noritoshi shouted, placing the entire quiver on his bow.

A true cursed tool of a bow, it handled weight that no ordinary bowstring could bear and completed the shot.

The quiver was launched skyward, creating a man-made rain of arrows—all of them automatically homing in on their target.

"This move is not bad, but—"

The moment before the rain of arrows touched down, Gardevoir used Psychic to freeze them in mid-air, every single one.

Seeing this, Kamo Noritoshi increased the output of Blood Manipulation, yet it still couldn't overcome Gardevoir's Psychic, and eventually, the arrows shattered under the pressure of both forces clashing.

"Got any more tricks? If not, it's my turn—Pangoro, Darkrai!"

"Roar!"

"Mmm!"

Akira's number two and three responded in unison.

Pangoro charged head-on, leveraging his size and weight—judging by his force, he could probably crush a dump truck with one hand.

Darkrai, on the other hand, utilized his agility and speed-based skills to flank the opponent, making full use of his role as an assassin.

Faced with such an onslaught, even Kyoto's strongest, Todo Aoi, had to rely on the tricky properties of "Boogie Woogie" to defend himself. Kamo Noritoshi, whose martial arts skills were inferior to Todo's and who couldn't teleport, had no way to defend.

Whether it was Kyoto or Tokyo, everyone had already sentenced him to defeat.

Kind-hearted Miwa Kasumi couldn't bear to watch, while the sharp-tongued Mai muttered, "Idiot."

Even Yoshinobu Gakuganji and Iori Utahime could only say his spirit was commendable, but even the strongest will requires power to back it up.

Amid the mixture of pity and schadenfreude, Pangoro's bear paw and Darkrai's claw struck Kamo Noritoshi's chest and back simultaneously.

In an instant, blood sprayed like a fountain.

The massive amount of blood loss shocked everyone.

This was too much—this was a severe violation of the rules.

Before the instructors could intervene, an anomaly occurred.

The surging blood turned into two large nets, binding Darkrai and Pangoro, who were inches away.

At the same time, the supposedly gravely injured Kamo Noritoshi exploded with astonishing speed, breaking free from the encirclement of the two Pokémon and rushing towards Akira, their Trainer.

As he moved, more blood poured from him—like a moving fountain of blood.

"Blood Manipulation: Flowing Red Scale, Blood Manipulation: Crimson Binding!"

"This move is kind of interesting."

A smile appeared on Akira's face—he knew exactly how hard Darkrai and Pangoro had struck.

The blood on Kamo Noritoshi wasn't from their blows; it was his own doing.

The spectators quickly realized it too.

The secret was partially revealed from the large sleeves of Kamo Noritoshi's robe—multiple sealed, semi-transparent blood packs.

The blood used in Blood Manipulation wasn't limited to his own. As long as the blood was still active and infused with cursed energy, it could be controlled by the technique.

Kamo Noritoshi had prepared a large number of blood packs in advance, just in case. His wide-sleeved robe wasn't merely traditional attire but also the perfect hiding place.

With enough blood, it was Blood Manipulation's battlefield!

As the Kamo heir, being both wise and brave was a given.

By continuously breaking the blood packs and releasing the blood, Kamo Noritoshi successfully tied down Darkrai and Pangoro.

It wasn't that the blood net was exceptionally strong, but rather that they kept coming one after another, forcing them to either tear them apart or tread through pools of blood, inevitably slowing down their movements.

And releasing the blood also propelled Kamo Noritoshi forward, increasing his speed—within moments, he closed the gap between himself and Akira.

Akira's last line of defense, Gardevoir, faithfully fulfilled her duty, standing in front of her Trainer, creating a psychic shield.

Seeing this, Kamo Noritoshi tore off the two large sleeves of his robe and threw them forward with force.

Eight blood packs were tied to the white lining of the robe, and they exploded just before touching the psychic shield, staining everything in red.

"Garde..." The psychic queen didn't appreciate such a color, increasing her output to clear the filth.

However, just as she managed to push away the airborne blood, more rushed towards her—sand, gravel, chunks of dirt, grass—anything that had been stained by blood became a weapon manipulated by Blood Manipulation.

This was even more difficult to defend against than pure blood, as the ground had also been stained, turning it into Kamo Noritoshi's weapon.

Although Gardevoir reacted swiftly and wasn't harmed, her attention was inevitably divided.

This is also one of the main weaknesses of psychic skills like Telekinesis and Psychic. They are very versatile, but they are not without blind spots.

Normally, they wouldn't create an airtight perfect defense, since even Pokémon need to breathe, and this has nothing to do with the level of strength.

This gave 'Crimson Blood Manipulation' an opening to exploit. Using a fluid as a medium, 'Crimson Blood Manipulation' is truly pervasive.

By the time Gardevoir managed to patch up the gaps, Kamo Noritoshi had already appeared in front of Akira. Everything he did before was just a decoy, a smokescreen, and his real target had always been the Trainer himself.

With his eyes completely bloodshot, the body-enhancing 'Crimson Scale Surge' fully activated, Kamo's family-inherited palm strike was unleashed.

This was definitely the strongest strike Kamo Noritoshi had delivered in the entire exchange event.

But even such a strike was blocked by Akira, also using just one hand. His face showed no signs of strain, and he even had the strength to speak:

"Weakling~ Weakling~"

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