"I… like this one," Noriko whispered, reaching out to take a bow from the pile.
The bow was nearly taller than she was.
"Then I… I want this one," Rinko said, dragging the weapon she had her eye on toward herself with effort.
It was a katana.
"A sword and a bow… one for close-range, one for long-range. Not a bad combo," Cyr muttered, stroking his chin as he observed their choices.
He wasn't expecting the two girls to become that powerful. It was more like… just something to pass the time.
"But we'll need someone to train you properly…" Cyr's gaze swept over Gojo Haru, Sora, and Maro.
Gojo Haru immediately turned his back.
Sora slowly stepped in front of the girls, sniffed the air around them, and then turned his head with a sneeze—clearly disgusted.
The incense on them was too strong and stung his nose.
Maro, as always, bowed his head and stayed silent.
And just like that, the quiet ones were always the ones chosen.
"You'll be teaching them, Maro," Cyr said decisively.
"But, my lord…" Maro looked up in shock, hesitant to speak.
"I don't know how to use bows or katanas," he said awkwardly.
He had never studied those weapons. At most, he could handle them at a basic level—thanks to his physical strength, the results weren't terrible—but teaching someone? He was nowhere near qualified.
"…No, you don't need to teach them weapons yet," Cyr said as he glanced at the two girls who were barely taller than the weapons they were holding, shaking just from trying to lift them.
"They need to start with the fundamentals."
Maro looked down at the two kids with cold eyes—completely distant, as if he had no intention of forming any bond with them.
"…Understood," he accepted the task anyway.
Simply because he couldn't disobey his lord.
"You two…" Maro took a deep breath, finally meeting their eyes for the first time.
"Be obedient. Don't slack off."
The two children, still clinging to their oversized weapons, nodded nervously.
That very day, Maro began training them.
He had never trained anyone before, but… he had been trained himself.
So he just used the exact training regimen from his own memory on the two girls.
The result?
They collapsed on the very first day.
"…Are they dead?" Maro frowned, genuinely puzzled.
He crouched down and checked. They weren't dead—still breathing—but their faces were flushed, their breathing rapid, and they looked feverish.
This weak…?
If they actually died, would his lord blame him?
Only then did Maro start to feel a twinge of panic. He quickly grabbed the two of them and rushed to the shrine's inner hall, where the divine statues were enshrined.
Cyr had been spending a lot of time there lately, focused on writing literature.
Which basically meant… copying books.
Now that the skin-stealing demon experiment had succeeded, he was thinking of trying other experiments.
When Cyr saw Maro burst in with the two girls, his face twisted into an indescribable expression.
Maro… wasn't he supposed to be reliable?
How did he manage to turn the kids half-dead in just one day?
"You…" Cyr looked at Maro, trying to find the right words.
"I'm very sorry, I truly don't know what happened," Maro said quickly. "I followed the same training as before… I even reduced the intensity a lot…"
As he spoke, he started to sound confused himself.
He had really eased up a lot!
"…You didn't use the Zoldyck family's training methods, did you?" Cyr put down his pen and squatted in front of the two children to take a closer look.
After checking, he confirmed they had just fainted from exhaustion. Probably because they'd never been that tired in their entire lives, and now they even had fevers.
Their palms and soles were blistered and bleeding.
Aside from that, no major issues.
They'd live.
So Cyr didn't bother doing anything more—Reversed Cursed Technique wasn't something you used just to cure a fever.
"I did ease it up," Maro said, confused.
"…" Cyr was speechless for a moment.
How to put this… Humans from the Hunter world had naturally stronger bodies than those from other worlds.
Just like Maro in the beginning—despite looking pitiful, the fact that he could make it all the way to the Hunter Exam site, and survive being beaten nearly to death, already proved his body was tough.
But… this was the Jujutsu Kaisen world.
Specifically, Heian-era Kyoto.
And the two girls he was training? They were five or six years old, born into noble families, and full-on pampered young ladies.
All those "buffs" stacked up—how could anyone expect their physical abilities to be on par with average people?
Honestly, their constitution might even be worse than that of commoner children.
"Five or six years old. Noble daughters. Normal humans. No Nen. No previous training." Cyr threw each point at Maro one by one.
"…." Maro finally started to realize where he went wrong.
"I get it now," he said with sudden clarity. "It's because they're just… too weak."
Even the training intensity he himself could handle at their age was too much for them.
"…Training such fragile creatures really is a difficult task."
"But I believe in you," Cyr said, looking at Maro with eyes full of trust.
Maro, who had just been deeply annoyed by the kids, immediately beamed under that gaze.
"You will get them trained up properly, right?" Cyr continued.
"Yes, my lord!" Maro's eyes sparkled as he replied—his smile made him look like a big golden retriever.
Cyr wasn't going to waste Reversed Cursed Technique on them, but medicine was another matter.
He still had a stash of supplements for blood and energy recovery—leftovers from back when he used to get nosebleeds often. Of course, he had also bought cold medicine and fever reducers back then.
Before he acquired the Reversed Cursed Technique, that is.
After that, he'd never used them again.
But now—they might actually come in handy.
Those two kids… were just way too physically frail.
Giving them medicine to boost blood and stamina should help.
But Cyr wasn't going to feed it to them himself. He simply tossed the medicine to one of the Fujiwara retainers nearby.
"Feed your princesses the medicine."
They were Fujiwara's little ladies—let their people take care of them.
If that wasn't enough, they could always go hire a real doctor.
Or maybe find an onmyoji to perform some purification spells on the little gremlins?
"…Maybe some combat practice too. Catching small, weak yokai or something… even little animals would work," Cyr mused, lowering his expectations even more.
Honestly, even the weakest yokai might end up playing with them instead of the other way around.
Forget it—maybe start them off fighting dogs.
Then again… Cyr had the sinking feeling they might even lose to the dog.
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