HRU: Chapter 368: The Choice of the Zenin Twins

Hearing that it was Toji who went to support the Zenin family, Zenin Shinsuke and Zenin Jinichi both breathed a sigh of relief.

With Toji around, the Curse User who attacked the Zenin estate would not have a good ending.

In their minds, Toji was not inferior to Satoru in strength.

“Oh, by the way, Shinsuke, when you go back, tell your old man something. If the twins in your family are considered a curse, why not hand them over to me and Satoshi?”

“It’s a waste keeping them in your house anyway, isn’t it?”

As he recalled Satoshi’s miserable childhood before he turned six, Satoru felt a flicker of compassion and chose to voice his support for the twin girls he had never even met.

He believed his words would definitely catch the attention of the Zenin clan’s elders.

Of course, if the Zenin family insisted on going their own way, Satoru wouldn’t mind snatching the twins directly for the Gojo family, just as Satoshi had abducted Toji.

After all, the Gojo family never lacked food or resources, and the twins would never be treated unfairly there.

The leader of the greatest Twin Curse Faction had already become Satoshi’s most loyal supporter…

Hearing this, Shinsuke forced an awkward smile.

“Satoru, you must be joking. Maki and Mai are living well at home. The Zenin family isn’t the same as it was before.”

Satoru raised an eyebrow.

“Really? I hope so. Still, it’s pitiful for those two to have such a father.”

“You should think it over yourself. If anything happens, contact me immediately. Our three families are connected, after all. I won’t mind helping with this matter…”

With that, Satoru chuckled and disappeared in front of them without a trace.

Shinsuke and Jinichi exchanged glances and realized they had to hurry back.

The Kamo family had been devastated. Could their Zenin family be in the same condition?

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“Hey, boss, can you give me the daifuku I ordered just now? How much is it?”

The shopkeeper looked at Toji, who had nearly skipped paying earlier, then glanced at the freshly planted good fortune charm outside. His face twisted with suppressed fury.

Are you kidding me?

“Toji tilted his head. “Hmm? How much?”

He even reached for his wallet.

The young boss’s expression flipped instantly, his voice turning servile. “Sir, I’ll pack it for you right away. That will be 5,000 yen.”

Toji pulled out a crisp Yukichi bill to pay, but he could feel sharp eyes watching him from a corner. With a resigned sigh, he handed it over.

“Sir, the total is 5,000. Here’s your change…”

The boss nervously offered both the bag of sweets and the coins.

“Forget it. I don’t want the change anymore,” Toji muttered.

The shopkeeper’s face darkened at once, convinced Toji was mocking him. But before his anger could boil over, Toji added:

“Just pack me another one. Two makes exactly 10,000.”

The boss’s expression brightened instantly, shifting as fast as a festival lantern.

“Yes, sir, 10,000 exactly. I’ll pack it for you right away!”

He never expected the man in black to be so generous, doubling the order. With sales like this, perhaps he could close up early today.

“Here you go, sir. Everything’s packed.”

Toji nodded, took the snacks, and headed toward the Yorozuya.

...

Half an hour later, Toji returned to the Yorozuya. At the same time, two small figures hesitated outside the entrance, nervous expressions on their faces.

Watching Toji step inside, Maki and Mai looked at each other, uncertain of what to do.

At that moment, a small figure emerged, glanced around, and spotted them. He called out loudly, “My father asked you to come in.”

Another child peeked out behind him, curiosity written across his face as he stared at the twins.

Seeing children their own age, Maki and Mai finally relaxed a little.

They took a deep breath and followed the boys into the shop they had only ever heard of but never entered before.

This Yorozuya was always despised by their father. Yet from what Shinsuke and Naoya had said, wasn’t this the most powerful organization in the entire world of jujutsu? A true stronghold?

Was it because of Toji and his bond with the Yorozuya?

That was what the twins wondered.

The children leading them didn’t stop in the front yard, instead guiding them directly into the inner courtyard.

The moment they entered, Maki and Mai froze. A short, one-eyed monster with a massive glare stared at them unblinking.

Maki pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, forcing herself to calm down.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t afraid. It was because there was someone here whom she trusted absolutely.

Realizing the creature was a cursed spirit, her nerves eased. After all, this was the Yorozuya, Toji’s base.

If this cursed spirit were truly dangerous, there was no way Toji would allow it to remain here to frighten others.

“Uncle Jogo, you’re scaring them again!”

Megumi immediately understood the cursed spirit’s intent. Beside him, Yuto simply sat back in silence, uninterested.

“Boring,” Jogo muttered after noticing how quickly Maki had regained her composure.

“Hey there, little ones. Did you get lost? Do you need to commission us to take you home? We accept any kind of request, you know?” Yuto joked. He had always wished for twins like Satoru and Satoshi, but fate had only given him one son.

Seeing the Zenin twins now, he couldn’t help but think they were adorable.

“Yuto, you talk too much,” Toji’s voice cut in lazily. He was sprawled across the sofa, cracking open a can of beer. After a sip, he pointed at the table.

“Yuta, Megumi, that’s the daifuku I bought for you.”

Megumi and Yuta lit up at once, rushing to the table to tear into the bags of snacks.

(To be continued.)