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Chapter 69 Japanese Oil-Free Breakfast

"Chu Wuji is a Chinese. In 2005, he was taken to Japan by his father for medical treatment."

"His father committed suicide by jumping off a building in the same year due to depression. No cursed spirit was found at the scene. Chu Wuji successfully inherited his father's huge financial company, but was sidelined by the board of directors because of his young age."

"In 08, a close friend of his father in Japan attempted to seize his assets and adopt him. Six years later, he was killed by a cursed spirit. Three years later, this year, Chu Wuji, relying on his amazing business talent and calculations beyond his age, reclaimed his family's assets and officially inherited the vast Chu Group. He continues to expand his business empire, but he still continues to study at school."

"A day ago, Chu Wuji appeared at the testing site of the newly promoted special-grade sorcerer, Yuta Eto, out of 'curiosity,' demonstrating his talent as a sorcerer. After dealing with the level one cursed spirit, he touched Gojo Satoru through the No Limit Spell."

In the pitch-black space, rows of Japanese-style doors stand, emitting a faint glow.

Behind one of the large doors, a black, humanoid figure held a stack of documents and slowly spoke: "After hearing this information, don't you find it a little strange?"

"Sent by other countries to steal Rika Kimoto's tools?" An aged voice came from behind another door.

"Unlike Japan, other countries have a much lower probability of producing sorcerers, so it's impossible for them to send such a talent over as an undercover agent."

"It should be a natural awakening."

"No, his medical records give the impression of a cursed spirit being modified."

"It's highly likely that Chu Wuji refused to have his blood drawn for a physical examination."

"The head of the Gojo family applied for the status of a top-tier mage for him."

"Objection, origin unknown."

"I object. It's against regulations to elevate someone to the Special Grade simply because they are a sorcerer."

"...Since that's the case, then..."

"I agree." Before that person could make a final judgment, a flippant voice came from the darkness: "Your so-called unknown origins are just you afraid that Chu Wuji has too many resources in the ordinary world, and that you old fogies won't be able to use him when it matters."

"You!" A sound like a forceful slam of a fist on the table seemed to come from behind the door. "An unknown source is an unknown source! How can we allow someone like that to access our secrets?!"

"Tch~" Gojo Satoru chuckled, "You guessed it."

"Besides, isn't the power of the technique one of the criteria for judgment? The so-called non-compliance with regulations is just because you conservatives think his technique is too complicated, right?"

"Yes, it's normal that a group of people who have never been to school can't understand it."

"Head of the Gojo family, don't go too far!"

"Was I being unreasonable? Anyway, I want this person. You'd better approve the top-tier rating as soon as possible."

"Furthermore, if the child is unwilling to have a physical examination, do not force him or have one secretly."

"If you really choose to do this, I will stand on Chu Wuji's side, and so will Yigu Youtai."

After saying that, Gojo Satoru ignored everyone's reactions, took off his sunglasses, and walked out of the secret room.

"Ugh, this is terrifying. I feel like I'm going to get osteoporosis after just a little while with these old folks."

The dazzling sunlight in the forest mingled with the fallen leaves as it streamed down. Gojo Satoru casually picked up a leaf and held it in front of his eyes.

"How high will you go? I really look forward to it."

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"Ha~" Chu Wuji yawned, got out of bed, put on his coat, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The student dormitory at the Magic High School is very generous; it's a one-bedroom apartment with a small balcony, and the area is about 10 tatami mats.

Chu Wuji was quite picky about his living environment, so he paid for the renovation of his dormitory.

Pushing open the dormitory door and walking along the corridor, I arrived at the college's canteen.

More like a Japanese temple than a cafeteria, this place has rows of long, low Japanese tables on both sides, where people are required to kneel to eat.

Chu Wuji's food had already been placed on one of the tables, still steaming hot.

"No wonder they all have bowlegs from kneeling all the time."

Chu Wuji made a comment, then sat down cross-legged and picked up the chopsticks on the table.

After seeing the food on the plate, Chu Wuji looked troubled.

The bowl full of rice needs no introduction; it's a standard Asian dish, and its aroma is incredibly tempting.

What's hard to judge are the side dishes—a plate of raw tofu covered with yellow radish slices that look like they've been soaked in food coloring and pickled cabbage, a small grilled dried fish about two fingers long, a lump of preserved plum, a dish of salt, and a bowl of miso soup.

"..."

Should we eat these small dishes before or after meals?

This is different from what I ate in Demon Slayer.

The Demon Slayer Corps' equipment was far superior to this. Keep in mind this was during the Taisho era, when they could provide you with salmon and radish soup and ramen with tempura for breakfast.

Just as Chu Wuji was wondering where to begin, a figure carrying a tray sat down at the table next to him.

Zenin Maki naturally took a sip of miso soup as an opening, then scooped up a large mouthful of rice and ate it with raw tofu.

So it was just a side dish?!

Chu Wuji was greatly shocked and also picked up a piece of tofu with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

The next moment, Chu Wuji understood why pickled radishes and cabbage were placed on top of the tofu.

The intensely strong, almost terrifying beany flavor exploded in my mouth, then was suppressed by the taste of pickled vegetables.

Holding this strange thing in his mouth, Chu Wuji hesitated for a full three seconds before swallowing it.

We must not waste food.

The strong bean flavor lingered in his mouth, so Chu Wuji had no choice but to lift the bowl of miso soup again and take a sip, intending to neutralize the taste.

Then a technologically advanced flavor of Sanxian Yimian powder packet mixed with water spread in my mouth, which did not dispel the beany taste but instead blended perfectly with it.

"..."

Why is it instant miso soup?

Chu Wuji was almost at his breaking point. The miso soup in Demon Slayer was a rich and sweet broth that had been carefully simmered all morning with kelp, bonito, and large bones.

So, are vocational colleges really just about science and tough jobs?

It's alright, it's alright, there are still a few dishes left.

After comforting himself, Chu Wuji turned his gaze to Zenin Maki next to him. Zenin Maki, who was eating seriously, shivered and turned her head to look at Chu Wuji with a strange expression.

"what?"

"It's okay, you can eat yours."

"...weird." Although she felt a little uncomfortable, Zenin Maki still picked up her chopsticks, picked up the preserved plum, and started eating it with her rice.

Chu Wuji also took a bite, and the terrifyingly sweet, sour, and salty taste felt like it was going to beat his tongue.

"...As expected."

Chu Wuji turned to look at Zenjima Maki again and saw her pick up a handful of salt and sprinkle it on her rice, then eat it with gusto.

"What are you doing?" Chu Wuji finally couldn't help but ask.

"Eating?" Zenin Maki couldn't hold back any longer. Was her new classmate mentally challenged?

"Then why do you eat rice mixed with salt?"

"Oh, this isn't ordinary salt. This is high-end salt, the kind that goes well with rice." Zenin Maki finally remembered that her new classmate seemed to be a foreigner, so she began to introduce her.

"So what makes it high-end?" Chu Wuji carefully considered his words.

"It's a bit finer and a bit more expensive than regular salt."

"...Hahahaha, if I had to eat this every day, I'd rather hang myself with a belt."