Gojo Satoru slightly lifted his blindfold.
"This aura…"
Itadori Yuji exclaimed, "Whoa, that's amazing—it's glowing!"
"Here, from now on, this is yours."
Itadori blinked.
"Eh? Mine?"
Paimon added, "The Traveler means these artifacts—they're yours from now on."
"Eh!?"
Without warning, the artifacts were shoved back into Itadori's body.
Itadori immediately let out a strange yell.
"So strong!"
Clenching his fists, he said,
"I can feel it! My power is at least three times what it was before!"
Of course it was—while they were just three-star artifacts, fully upgrading them was more than enough to make someone at his level several times stronger.
"Thank you, Big Sis!"
"Don't be in such a rush to thank me, Itadori. I'll be leaving before long."
"Leaving? Where to?"
Paimon replied, "Back to our original world."
"…What do you mean? Are you guys foreigners or something?"
Gojo said, "Well, that's not entirely wrong. But they're not just foreigners—they're from another world."
"Another world? Hah, no way that's real."
But everyone's faces were serious.
"Wait… you're serious?"
Zephyr said, "He's telling the truth. We're from a place called Teyvat. Because of a request from Gojo Satoru, we came to this world. Once our task is complete, we'll leave."
"I just didn't want you getting killed by a curse because you were too weak after I'm gone. That's why I gave you a little help."
"…I see."
The joy from receiving the artifacts was quickly washed away by the heavy mood of impending farewell.
"Alright, enough of that talk for now. Let's start the lesson," Gojo cut in, pulling the topic back on track.
Itadori felt all sorts of emotions tangled up, but then again, Big Sis wasn't leaving just yet, and that thought made him feel better.
"Alrighty then!"
"Now, look at those bottled juices over there."
One bottle had green packaging, the other orange.
With a sharp bang, the green bottle suddenly caved in like it had been struck by a high-speed pebble, and juice sprayed from the top.
"How was that, Itadori? Any insight?"
"…"
Itadori stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"To survive in this world… you gotta wear a little green on your head?"
Gojo Satoru paused for a second and said,
"Itadori, if you keep being this cheeky, your teacher might have to give you a lesson in love and discipline."
"NONONO!"
"Then tell me—did you gain any insights?"
"Uh… not really."
Gojo didn't get mad.
"Alright then, take a look at this one."
In a flash, the orange-packaged juice bottle suddenly crumpled up like it had been twisted by an invisible force.
"How about now? Any insights?"
"Hmm…"
Paimon muttered, "So… violent. Gojo-sensei, why are you being so violent? Did some blond guy steal your girlfriend or something?"
The air froze instantly.
Itadori blinked and looked over at Lumine—yup, golden hair.
"Ohhh… so that's why Gojo-sensei's upset. Got it."
"Eyy~"
Gojo gave them a smile.
"You two really are a pair of cheeky little students."
…
Moments later, the two were tied up tight, completely immobilized.
"Mmgh…"
"Mmmph…"
"Alright, let's begin the lesson," Gojo said cheerfully. "First up, the green drink. That one was crushed using cursed energy. The orange juice? That was twisted using a cursed technique."
"Mmgh…"
"Huh? What was that? I can't understand you."
"Mmm mmm!"
"Speak up! I can't hear a thing!"
Lumine inwardly sighed. What a devil of a teacher…
Gojo chuckled.
"Well, considering how dumb a student like Itadori is, I guess it makes sense if he says he didn't get it."
"How about this—let's use an analogy. Cursed energy is like electricity. A cursed technique is like a household appliance.
Having electricity alone doesn't do much, right? But when you channel it into an appliance, it can do all sorts of things."
"This one here," Gojo continued, "was simply crushed using raw cursed energy. The other one was twisted open by channeling cursed energy into a cursed technique.
Explained like this, you should get it now, right? Even elementary schoolers could understand an example this simple.
Itadori-kun, don't tell me you didn't get it?"
"Mmgh…"
"No way, really? You didn't understand even that? Are you saying you're worse than a grade-schooler? Then what about you, Paimon-chan?"
"Mmgh…"
Paimon struggled and flew out of the bindings, straight into the Traveler's arms.
"Alright, enough jokes. Let's just get on with the lesson."
Gojo squatted on the ground, drawing circles in frustration.
"Aww… I was just trying to lighten up the class atmosphere. Why's everyone being so strict?"
Itadori protested, "What kind of teacher ties up their students to make class fun!? Ugh, I'm finally free!"
"But Itadori," Gojo reminded, "you haven't answered my question yet. Did you understand the difference?"
"Yes, yes, I got it! I'll learn some super amazing cursed techniques from now on!"
Gojo said flatly, "No, you won't. You can't use cursed techniques."
"...Eh!?"
"Let's not even talk about simple shikigami or barrier arts. Basically, cursed techniques are engraved into a sorcerer's body from the moment they're born.
So you could say a jujutsu sorcerer's power is 80% based on talent."
Upon hearing that, Itadori collapsed to the ground like a piece of blank paper.
"You okay?"
"I really thought I'd be able to use something like thunder strikes or fireballs…"
Gojo shrugged, "That's out of my hands too."
Zephyr (the Traveler) stayed silent.
In the original timeline, because Sukuna's cursed energy remained inside Itadori, he might've been able to learn Sukuna's techniques someday.
Of course, that was just a guess—since the story never got that far.
But now, since he never consumed any of Sukuna's fingers, none of that could happen.
"Let's set aside the things you can't do for now. What we can do is strengthen your advantages—by adding cursed energy to your physical combat.
Compared to half-baked techniques, someone like you who pushes through with raw strength and cursed energy is even more terrifying.
As I said earlier, your talent in close combat is seriously sharp."
Hearing that, Itadori perked up again.
"Wait, but sensei… I really wanna learn swordsmanship! Or maybe… greatsword techniques?"
"Hmm, now that's a little tough. I don't use swords that big myself."
"Ah… then does that mean the weapon Big Sis gave me is useless after all…"
Itadori and Paimon whispered among themselves,
"I don't think this teacher actually knows anything…"
"Exactly."
A throbbing vein appeared on Gojo's forehead.
"What do you think, Zephyr?"
"I use my eyes to think," he replied with a straight face.
"…"
Gojo felt his rage levels climbing.
He didn't know Zephyr was secretly having the time of his lifeServes you right for dragging me into this mission.
"…Anyway," Gojo said with effort, "no matter what weapon you use, there will be times when you can't use it.
Which is why hand-to-hand combat skills are absolutely essential."
"Mhm, you're right! So what should I do first?"
"Let's see… try punching my palm."
"Like this?"
Itadori threw a punch forward.
//END
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