King of the Jujutsu High
Hello, everyone! My name is Inaba He Yan, and people call me the "Fire Demon King." Why do I have that nickname? Well, as you can see, I'm a high school girl whose name itself sounds fiery. My whole life, from childhood onward, has revolved around one word: "fire."
For example, the hospital where I was born caught fire. On my third birthday, Mom's cooking blew up the kitchen. When I was five, the car Dad was driving to take me to school suddenly burst into flames. On my seventh birthday, I blew out the candles and set the curtains on fire, burning down the whole house. And during my six years of elementary school, I averaged one fire-related disaster a year.
It sounds awful, but none of that really matters! What I'm actually getting at is the "King" part of "Fire Demon King"!
I'm not bragging! I'm genuinely a born genius. I can pick up anything (except studying) in no time. I've been the neighborhood bully since I was a baby. My accomplishments include kicking out the former ace of the elementary school's guardians and claiming the territory for myself, then sweeping through all the middle school's sports clubs and beating them until they cried for their moms. My classmates respectfully call me the "Fire Demon King."
Now I've even joined this Jujutsu High place. The teacher who recruited me is supposedly the strongest in the world.
Even so, he still obediently pays for everything every day, cleans up after me, and cheers me on from the sidelines as he watches me punch Special Grade Curses and trample the King of Curses.
Even the spiky-haired kid and the pink-haired kid in my year have been won over by my strength. They happily work their fingers to the bone as my underlings, and the only girl is always looking forward to cuddling up with me.
So, is it really unreasonable to call myself the King of Jujutsu High?
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