Jin set out alone, bypassing other students who may also be trying the final test.

  Why volunteer for the discomfort of someone else's company? While he’d made peace with the old couple, his peers kept their distance—whether it was his personality, his unsettling eyes, or his btant talent, he was a natural repellent.

  ?As he trekked toward Mt. Fujikasane, his internal monologue was a steady stream of compints.

  ?'A centralized test center and they can’t find a lingering Hand Demon for decades? Just look at the stats. The survival rate of Syers trained by a Hashira is somehow lower than random dudes who just know how to swing a sword. Anyone with two brain cells can see that there is a problem. '

  ?He shook his head, thinking of the "Sabito" problem from the anime.

  'Vague standards. One guy kills every demon on the mountain he can find and dies, while Murata—the literal king of mediocrity—passed without doing anything.'

  ' But then again he is the luck hashira who killed muzan so he is fine?'

  ?He sighed.

  'Then again, this is the same organization that exiled Yoriichi for not killing Muzan. If failing to kill the Progenitor is an exiling offense, why didn't the rest of those losers commit seppuku? Instead, they retired and lived to a ripe old age. Hypocrisy at its finest.'

  ?Deciding he’d reached his daily salt quota, he focused on the journey. It was an easy trip;

  he’d already dipped into Total Concentration: Constant two months ago, and his lungs felt like well-oiled machines.

  Jin didnt maintain it though as he always felt overuse of breathing techniques put strain and hindered his body development.

  ?Passing through various towns, he noticed a shift in the local reception.

  ?"Dressing really changes the game," he mused. "I wasn't 'cursed' before—I was just poor. Now that I’m groomed and dressed in decent gear, I could probably start a cult for beautiful women and have a waiting list by Tuesday."

  ?He wasn't entirely joking. The vilgers treated him like a young lord or a high-ranking official. He caught more than a few dies blushing as he passed.

  ?After a day of light jogging, he reached the test site.

  His arrival drew minor attention, though a few participants with sharper instincts visibly flinched when he walked by.

  Jin didn't bother with pleasantries. There weren't any "canon" characters in this batch, though he did overhear gossip about the recently active Flower Hashira and some guy who wanted to marry her.

  ?Jin’s inventory was sparse: pickles, rice balls, a water canteen, and his sword.

  ?'I’m going in, taking a walk, and passing,' he decided. 'No way I’m going out of my way to kill-steal. The Corps needs all the warm bodies it can get, even the useless ones.'

  ?As he waited for the sun to drop, he meditated on the feasibility of Hamon.

  ?'The logic is sound. Muzan is basically a Dio without the charisma, and Sun Breathing is practically Hamon with a sword. If I can bridge that gap, maybe I can spam the Syer Mark without the "death at twenty-five" subscription fee.'

  ?"Well, a man can dream," he muttered.

  He didn't have enough physiological data to make it a reality yet, but it was just one of many ideas. If it failed, he’d try something else. If everything failed, he’d take his earnings and flee Japan before the 1940s.

  ?One of the few reasons he stayed—aside from the free food—was a lingering respect for the sheer human will the Syers dispyed. The "old Jin"from the other modern world whose memories still influenced him and gave him a taste of emotions had a worldview simir to Gyomei Himejima: despite a cruel life, he didn't want to see children forced into the meat grinder of the demon war.

  ?It was a strange spark of humanity in a man who was cynical and distrusting in the past life and emotionally dampened in this one.

  The other reason were of course his foreknowledge and real reason was waifus.

  'I have enough spoilers and time to build up something , avoiding the plot is a poor business venture'

  'Come to think of it even douma had a weird sexual fetish to eat chicks although he tried to expin its science'

  Jins mental condition helped in controlling his hormones and lust but they weren't absent thankfully or else he'd have just gave up and become a demon.

  As for his pn to get hamon it was just on paper.

  "Having hamon would level the field, but its hard to replicate" jin sighed

  While its application was amazing , hamon was from a verse where people did werid poses and had powers to bend over and fuck reality,time and space.

  'Heh if i had star ptinum or even any stand, id have just skipped the whole pythrough and jump muzan in Tokyo city'

  'Then i can honorably ask for atleast 35 percent of ubuyashiki assests. '

  While stands were out of question Jin figured a weaker version of hamon should be feasible at the very least . Just that nobody tried it in that direction with all the death March being the trend .

  "Maybe I can request The boss to send me on a study tour to Tibet?"

  While Jin was sighing and mumbling alone lost in thoughts, he had infact caught the attention of the people around him.

  It couldn't be helped. After getting well fed and wearing nice blue robes Jin was easily a centre of attention.

  Afterall a handsome man with multicolored eyes, bck hair with grey and blue hues was as inconspicuous as a stand user hiding among common people.

  But his weird mumbling and ck of tension had increased the stress for most of the new recruits so nobody bothered to talk to him.

  Some thought he was also on the verge of breakdown like them but others with keener sense knew that the man was not at all worried and was simply bored enough that he let his thoughts adrift.