Reborn as Naoya Zenin: A New Destiny in the Zenin Clan

Shoko, who had been quietly observing the whole exchange, decided she'd had enough. She stood up from the bench, slipping her phone into her pocket. "Alright, I'm out," she said, her tone flat.

She didn't wait for a response. With a casual wave, she turned and walked away, leaving the three boys to their impending disaster.

As soon as Shoko disappeared from sight, the tension between them escalated. The air grew heavy with cursed energy as Geto's spirits solidified, their eerie forms slithering into existence. A low, guttural growl rumbled from one of them, its glowing eyes locked onto Naoya.

Naoya's smirk only widened,His cursed energy flared around him.

Gojo removed his sunglasses with a smirk, twirling them between his fingers.

Just as the first curse lunged at Naoya, a thunderous voice shattered the moment.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, ALL OF YOU?!"

Yaga's furious shout echoed across the courtyard like an explosion. The sheer authority in his voice sent a chill down their spines.

Instantly, Geto's cursed spirits flickered out of existence, his cursed energy vanishing as if it had never been there. Naoya dropped his stance, hands casually slipping into his pockets, though his smirk remained. Gojo, without missing a beat, smoothly put his sunglasses back on as if nothing had happened.

Then, as if following an unspoken rule, all three of them—almost in perfect sync—started stretching, acting as if nothing had happened.

Yaga narrowed his eyes, scanning the trio with a deadpan expression. He exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples as realization sank in. "If I find even a single thing broken around here," he said, his voice dangerously calm, "you're all getting expelled. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Geto and Gojo answered in unison, their voices alarmingly obedient.

Naoya, on the other hand, simply let out a long, drawn-out yawn, stretching his arms over his head. "yeah, sure. Whatever you say, old man."

Yaga's brow twitched. "Naoya."

Naoya lazily glanced at him. "What? I said yes, didn't I?"

Gojo barely held back a laugh, while Geto sighed, already sensing that their punishment was inevitable. Yaga's eye twitched at Naoya's blatant disrespect, but he decided to let it slide—barely. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the brat's attitude. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly.

"Just stay out of trouble," he muttered, already regretting letting them off so easily.

As soon as Yaga turned around and walked off, Gojo grinned, nudging Geto with his elbow. "Hey, wanna go play some basketball together?"

Geto blinked, caught off guard by the random suggestion. "Basketball?"

"Yeah," Gojo said casually, spinning his sunglasses between his fingers. "It's a great way to blow off steam. Plus, I'm feeling generous today, so I'll even let you have the first shot."

Geto studied him for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. He had barely known Gojo for more than a few minutes, yet there was something about the way he spoke—so relaxed, so confident. But behind that cocky grin, Geto could tell that Gojo wasn't just talking for fun. He was observing him, analyzing.

Then it clicked.

Gojo had figured out his technique.

'So, the Six Eyes really are the real deal...'

"Sure, why not?" Geto finally said, shrugging.

Gojo's smirk widened. "Great. But just so you know—I never lose."

Geto let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "We'll see about that."

Before they could take another step, a voice cut in.

"Can I join you two?"

"..."

"..."

Gojo and Geto both stopped, turning to look at Naoya, who was leaning against a nearby tree with his arms crossed.

Geto raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed. "You sure are shameless."

Naoya smirked, completely unfazed. "What? You scared I'll embarrass you?"

Gojo tilted his head, his grin never fading. "I might be too strong for you, you know."

Naoya scoffed, rolling his shoulders. "Tch. If we're being honest, I'd wipe the floor with both of you."

Geto sighed, already regretting agreeing to this. "You're both insufferable."

Gojo laughed, slinging an arm around Geto's shoulders. "Come on, Geto. It'll be fun. Besides, it's not every day you get a chance to play with the great Gojo Satoru."

Naoya rolled his eyes, his smirk never wavering. "Great? More like overrated."

Gojo's grin widened, his blue eyes glinting behind his sunglasses. "Oh, come on, Zen'in. Don't be jealous just because I'm the strongest. You already know that you'd lose, right?"

Naoya's smirk sharpened, his confidence unshaken. "Nah, I'd win."

Geto pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath. "Why did I agree to this again?"

The air between them crackled with tension, the kind that made bystanders instinctively take a step back.

Geto sighed again, rubbing his temples. "This is gonna be a long game."

With that, the three of them made their way to the court, This wasn't just basketball anymore—this was war.