Heaven has bound me to weakness? I angrily unleash the Eight Gates!

He's such a straight man.

Her intentions were so obvious, she was practically saying them out loud, yet I still don't understand her feelings.

Isn't it better to live off her?

If Zenjiro knew what Tsukumo Yuki was thinking, he would probably just say, "Sorry, he only lives off rich and beautiful women, and all three conditions are indispensable."

Although Yuki Tsukumo meets two of the criteria, she is... too poor.

......

An old man was sitting cross-legged in an empty room, with the character "禅" (Zen) written in large characters on the wall behind him.

Outside, a group of people were testing the incantation power and spells of the younger generation of the Zen family.

"Destroy it."

The examiner, holding a low-grade cursed spirit in his hand, spoke to the little girl in front of him.

"No, no, I'm scared..."

The little girl looked at the monster in the other person's hand and quickly hid behind her mother, clinging tightly to her mother's leg, her eyes filled with fear.

She wanted to overcome her fear, but her body couldn't, and in the end she could only close her eyes and bury her head in her mother's lap.

Seeing this, the adults around her looked slightly cold, but they didn't say anything. At least the girl could see the cursed spirit.

As a descendant of the Zen family, as long as one possesses incantation power, there is a high probability that one will awaken a spell.

It's simply a matter of strength versus weakness.

"Don't be afraid, Zhenyi, Mommy is here."

The woman comforted Zhenyi of the Zen temple.

"Alright, let's end today's test here."

The testers put away the cursed spirit and did not continue the test.

"Wait, what about Maki? We haven't tested her yet."

The woman quickly called out to the testers, wanting to fight for a chance for her eldest daughter.

"Her? Hahahaha..."

The people around burst into laughter upon hearing the woman's words. "A guy whose spell power is so weak that he can't even see the spell spirit wants to awaken a spell?"

"Stop wasting time, sister-in-law. Let's just kick her out of the Zen temple. She has no magical power, so keeping her around is just a waste."

Upon hearing this, the woman's face showed a hint of helplessness. Being in a family that valued magical arts above all else, she was destined to suffer all kinds of contempt if she did not show enough talent.

Without magical power, it's the same as breaking a heavenly law.

Her daughter is just a child.

Standing next to the woman, Zenin Maki had her head down, her two small pink fists clenched tightly in her sleeves, and her hair covered her eyes; it was unclear what she was thinking.

"Huh? So, having no magical power means you're useless?"

At that moment, a tall figure appeared beside the clansman who had called Zenin Maki a waste, placing one hand on the other's shoulder and glancing down at him.

"You, you, how did you get back?!"

Turning his head to stare at that face he could never forget, and those lifeless, emotionless eyes, the man felt immense pressure, and his voice trembled.

"What's so special about this Zen monastery!?"

The surrounding clansmen all watched Zenin Jinsuke, who had just returned, with vigilance, instantly entering a state of battle readiness.

The man before them reminded them of the tragedy that occurred at the Zen-in family eight years ago.

Chapter 4 Zenin Maki's Doubts

Are you surprised to see me?

Zenji Jinsuke glanced at the wary men around him and gave a disdainful smile.

"Why are you making that face? I'm not some kind of monster."

Having said that, Zenji Jinsuke ignored the group, withdrew his arm from the man's shoulder, and walked into the inner room without looking back.

He couldn't even be bothered to look at a group of self-important sorcerers.

"call..."

As they watched the other person leave, everyone's eyes narrowed and their brows furrowed. Only the guy who had cursed Maki breathed a sigh of relief, his back soaked with sweat.

There was no way around it; it wasn't that he was timid, but rather that the other party's pressure was too intense.

"Mom, who is he?"

Zenin Maki looked up at the receding figure, tugged at the woman's hand, and asked curiously.

"He...I'd say he's your cousin..."

The woman's eyes also showed a hint of shock; she hadn't expected this person to return to the family.

A guy with no magical powers, who suffered scorn and discrimination from childhood, managed to instill fear in his entire family through sheer force of fists.

"...Cousin?"

"How did this guy with no magical powers get back? Shouldn't he have been expelled from the Zen temple?"

The surrounding clansmen began to whisper among themselves.

"I hope that what happened back then will never happen again."

"Hmph, just a piece of trash without any magical power. Do you think he can stand up to the entire Zen family?"

“You didn’t experience what happened back then, so naturally you don’t know, otherwise you wouldn’t say that.”

"Alright, let's stop discussing these pointless topics and call it a day."

The elders of the Zen family dispersed the gossiping clansmen around them.

They didn't want their family scandals to get out; they believed in keeping things private.

Seeing this, Zenji Maki seemed to understand something and muttered to herself, "That person doesn't have any magical power either? Why is everyone so afraid of him?"

She couldn't understand it with her little head.

After everyone had left, Zenji Jinsuke went into the inner room and looked at the old man sitting cross-legged on the cushion. "Oh, the old man is still alive."

The current head of the Zen-in family, a special first-class sorcerer, and a Zen-in Jiobi.

Zenji Naoki slowly poured a cup of tea and pushed it forward, showing no surprise at Zenji Jinsuke's presence there.

“It’s been eight years. Now that you’re back, you shouldn’t be leaving again, right?” Zenji Naohito asked.

As if conversing with an old friend, he did not show the same fear towards Zenji Jinsuke as he did towards the other members of his clan.

In his eyes, no matter how strong the other party is, they are still his junior.

"Who knows."

Zen Monk Shenjie tasted the tea, stuck out his tongue, and found it terribly bitter.

"What about you?"

"He left the Zen family after you left. I heard that he has now married into another family and changed his name to Fuheishen'er."

The Zen monk Jikiji calmly replied.

Although Shen'er was at odds with the Zen family, his relationship with the head of the Zen family was fairly good, and they occasionally kept in touch.

The two had met not long ago.

"Some time ago, he sold his son to a Zen temple family."

“Well, that does suit his personality.” Zenji Jinsuke said expressionlessly.

He knew Shen'er very well, as they had grown up together in the Zen monastery since childhood.

"You agree?"

Zenji Naokijin was somewhat puzzled when he saw that Zenji Jinsuke did not react much.

"It was his own decision to sell his son to the Zen family. Besides, do you expect us two guys, who don't even have any magical powers, to teach him?"

Zenji Jinsuke had no intention of getting Fushiguro Megumi back.

Hui possesses the ancestral techniques of the Zen family, and in the future, he could rival Gojo Satoru, the pinnacle of magicians.

The resources of the Zen temple can better utilize Hui's talents.

He understood the principle of using someone else's resources to achieve his goals.

He wouldn't feel bad about using the resources of the Zen temple.

However, the relationship between Shen'er and Hui really needs to be improved.

"Very well. The existence of the Gojo family has already disrupted the balance of the jutsu world. I hope that Jinji's son can awaken the Zenin family's inherited techniques."

Zenji Naohito is currently unaware of what kind of technique Fushiguro Megumi will awaken in the future.

He has already agreed on a price with Shen'er. If Huineng awakens his family's inherited techniques in the future, he is willing to give everything to him.

Everything here includes everything from the Zen temple.

"Gojo Satoru, huh..."

Zenji Jinsuke was extremely familiar with Gojo Satoru.

"By the way, has there been any big developments in the world of sorcery lately?"

"A big commotion... If I had to name it, it would be the assimilation that occurs once every five hundred years in Tianyuan, which is happening in the next few days."

"It was a Zen monk named Jikijin who said this calmly."

As one of the three major families in the world of sorcery, they are quite clear about the affairs of Tianyuan.

"Really? Looks like you've come back just in time."

Zen-in-sensei felt a surge of gratitude towards Kujukyuu Yuki, thankful that he had returned in time.

Otherwise, we might lose our little brother.

"Old man, live well. If you die, the Zen family will be gone."

Zen-in Shinsuke got up, scratched his ear, and left.

Of all the Zen family members, only this head of the family is somewhat respectable.

Watching his figure, Zenji Naohito sighed softly.

The thought of those two brothers gave him a headache.

It has to be him. If we change the head of the family, this Zen family will be doomed sooner or later.

After leaving, Zenin Jinsuke encountered Zenin Maki at the gate of the Zenin family home.

She was standing at the door, her small body upright, with the timid Zenin Shin'i standing behind her.

"Sister...sister, he's so fierce! Let's run!"

With fear in her eyes, Zenin Mai whispered in Zenin Maki's ear.

The little girl held her older sister's hand tightly.

Looking at Zenjiro Shinsuke, she felt even more afraid than when she saw the cursed spirits.

Zenin Maki stared intently at Zenin Jinsuke, ignoring her sister's advice, and simply took her hand casually.

Hey! Why are they afraid of you?!

Zenin Maki spoke, raising her head to ask Zenin Jinsuke, who had walked up to her. There was no fear in her eyes, only a longing for an answer.

Upon hearing this, Zenji Jinsuke, who had originally planned to leave, stopped and glanced down at Zenji Maki, a hint of interest playing on his lips.

"Kid, you have good eyesight."

He then walked past the two sisters and left.

Hey! You still haven't answered me!

Zenin Maki turned around, clenched her fists, and shouted.