Novel & Cerita Jujutsu Kaisen Rule 34

I shrugged knowing a lie had just escaped my lips. "Anyways come sit down we have to lay out some rules." Justin said. Wow he's actually being more sweet than I remember him to be. But rules? Nah I don't fuck with that. "Rules?" I questioned. "Yeah, rule number one. No cussing, it's unladylike. Rule number two: you give us whatever we want, went we want. Rule number three: don't question us or correct us. Rule number four: don't disrespect us because I will beat you. And the last rule, the most important rule, never run away because we will find you and let's just say you won't like it from there. Break any of these rules and you will be punished." He explained calmly.

He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. There were only five rules written in Lu Cheng’s neat, sharp handwriting. RULE #1: You will address me as Gege or Sir in private. RULE #2: You will wear the collar at all times unless I remove it. RULE #3: You will not touch yourself or come without my permission. RULE #3: You will obey my commands immediately and without hesitation. RULE #5: You will not leave the villa grounds.

“If the pup wants to try, who are we to stop her?” Greg steps forward, his authoritative tone cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. “In case anyone needs a reminder of the rules…” He pauses for emphasis, clearly eyeing Christine and Bianca. “The aim is to get your opponent to submit. This will be conducted in human form. No claws or shifting of any kind. And absolutely no lethal force. Is that clear?” All three girls mumble their agreement. I can’t help but smirk. The last part was obviously a reminder for Zahra. She’s the only one remotely capable of lethal force, and with these two imbeciles, I’m sure it would be all too easy.

One final, ruthless strike sent the man sprawling to the ground with a groan of defeat. Ayman had won. The sword slipped from the man’s hand and skittered across the stone floor. He lay back for a moment, chest rising and falling, eyes closed against the sting of exhaustion. The bout had been fierce. Ayman exhaled slowly, extending his hand. With effortless grace, he helped the man to his feet. As Ayman turned to leave, the man—still breathless—spoke, “What was that move? So sharp, so utterly unexpected.”

I tried to mimic him, but my attempts felt clumsy compared to his. “Good,” he said, though I could hear the amusement in his tone. “First rule of sparring,” he said. “Never let your guard down.” I nodded, mimicking his stance as best as I could. “Second rule,” he continued, “keep your movements controlled. No flailing.” “Got it,” I said, trying to keep my tone confident. “Third rule,” he added, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Don’t cry if you lose.”

“Very simple—I will punch you once. If you’re still standing, then we can both agree that I’ve lost, alright?” Mr. Yamamoto thought to himself, ‘There are just too many loopholes in that rule.’ ‘First off, if his fist were to break one of his legs, he can still stand with the other leg.’ ‘Another is, if he were to break both his legs, he can still use both his hands to grab hold of anything around him to support himself upright too.’ “Therefore, no matter how he’s planning to punch, I’m sure to win!” With a prideful tone, Mr. Yamamoto replied, “If that’s the case, then we shall follow the rules that you’ve just set. Come at me!”

Everyone laughed at her joke. Once the laughter died down, Mr. Tachibana said, “Now, on with the game rules.” He paused for effect and then continued. “The rule is going to be different from the typical three-legged race. This is, after all, a four-legged race, no?” He even laughed heartily. Akira said to Michael, “See?” Michael said, “I hope he makes it easier.” Akira chuckled. “I doubt it.”

She kept looking at Trish walking down to enter the arena. Trish was entrusted with observing the fight. He told them some rules that must be kept. “The first rule is not to use mana, and the second is not to kill each other. The fight must be stopped when the opponent says they have given up. Do you understand?” “Yes!” Kaven smiled while Hanry just nodded slowly. Trish quickly stepped aside while Hanry and Kaven raised their swords and took a stance. When Trish gave the signal to start the fight, Kaven and Hanry immediately ran and attacked each other.

There was no break given between the second and third rounds, we were granted a 90 second break and then the third round which was the final round commenced. The bell rang. Ash was still fighting his heart out, but Cruz was something that held us back. He was just standing there, taking a beating, with an empty look in his eyes. The guy beating him had succeeded in knocking out the third guy for a minute there, so all the focus was on Cruz. My heart hammered against my ribs. We can’t lose this way. I could not interfere also. Brant’s instructions resounded in my mind. "You are not allowed to interfere in each other's businesses."

He looked tense. Because he knows we’ve been training, Mona chimed in. I nodded to myself. Her comments about Petyr finally didn’t seem so ridiculous. Kairos walked up to the mat and stood on the opposite side of Petyr that I was standing on. He, too, shot me a sideways glance before facing back forward. Petyr raised a hand and the crowd’s yelling dulled down instantly. “The rules are as follows,” Petyr stated, repeating Thorne at the first fight. “Best two out of three fights. Winner will be announced by myself. Kairos won the first fight.”