The three children looked at one another, a touch of awkwardness still lingering in the air. Tsumiki glanced at the large white dog calmly sitting by Kamihara Hajime's feet. When it wasn't being silly, she had to admit—it looked quite cool.
Breaking the silence, she smiled warmly and said, "Hi, I'm Fushiguro Tsumiki. This is my younger brother, Megumi. Is that your dog?"
Hajime nodded. "Yeah. My name's Kamihara Hajime. He was given to me by someone. His name's White Wolf."
Tsumiki tilted her head with curiosity. "Megumi has two dogs too, though I can't see them. He says one's black and one's white. But I can see your dog!"
Hajime didn't bother explaining that White Wolf was a Cursed Corpse, not a real dog. On the surface, there wasn't much difference anyway.
White Wolf panted with its tongue out, tail wagging enthusiastically—as if it understood what was being said. Despite Megumi's usual aloof expression, he remained calm and polite beside his sister.
Thanks to White Wolf acting as an icebreaker, the three gradually started warming up to one another. At Tsumiki's request, Megumi even reluctantly summoned his white Divine Dog.
Hajime watched with interest as Megumi formed a dog-shaped hand sign like a shadow puppet. His shadow rippled, and a large white dog emerged soundlessly.
Interestingly, White Wolf and Megumi's Divine Dog got along well. Perhaps it was the mutual Cursed Energy, or maybe just canine instinct.
Tsumiki's gentle nature made her easy to talk to, and it was obvious Megumi softened considerably around her. Her presence seemed to temper his usual standoffish behavior.
The afternoon passed quickly as the three played together. Hajime had intended to leave, but Tsumiki insisted he stay for dinner. He hesitated—he could cook for himself, though reaching the stove might be tricky—but Megumi's glare of mild discontent tipped the scale.
Hajime grinned and agreed.
Dinner was a simple home-cooked meal made by Tsumiki. Nothing fancy—just eggs, rice, and some grilled meat—but Hajime ate with surprising enthusiasm, almost matching Megumi bite for bite.
Megumi watched him with a twitching eyebrow. Why is this guy acting so familiar? He's just... staying here now? Worst of all, he's getting along way too well with my sister.
Remembering Gojo's words about them going to school together, Megumi stabbed his rice harder.
"Megumi," Tsumiki scolded gently. "Eat properly. Don't play with your food."
Megumi sank deeper into silence.
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After bidding the Fushiguro siblings goodbye, Hajime returned to his new home.
The house was bigger than he expected. Alone in the quiet space, it felt especially spacious. Still, he didn't feel unsettled. Instead, he sighed to himself.
Yaga-sensei was right—Gojo really is kind of unreliable.
White Wolf darted through the halls, sniffing around and getting a feel for the space. Hajime explored too, eventually picking a sunlit room on the second floor as his bedroom.
The whole place was spotless. Electricity and water were running fine. Someone had clearly cleaned it up in advance.
Maybe Gojo isn't completely useless after all, Hajime thought.
That night, in the unfamiliar but comfortable room, Hajime drifted off.
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The next morning, he made himself a simple breakfast—fried eggs, toast, and milk—using ingredients from the fridge. Just as he finished eating, a knock came at the door.
He opened it to find none other than Gojo Satoru, grinning as always.
"Yo! Ready to go? I'm taking you to test your Technique—and give you a crash course in the Jujutsu world!"
Hajime didn't argue. He turned, grabbed White Wolf, and let Gojo teleport them once again.
They reappeared at Jujutsu High, but this time in a desolate training field far from the main campus buildings. Yaga Masamichi was already waiting.
Seeing them arrive, Yaga's brow furrowed. "Gojo, he's still just a kid. Why the rush?"
Gojo waved him off. "Don't worry. He's got real talent—and his Technique is... well, unusual. We need to start figuring it out."
Gojo clapped his hands. "Alright, Hajime, Yaga-sensei here is going to give you a crash course on the basics of the Jujutsu world. He's the best teacher for this stuff."
Yaga ignored White Wolf bouncing toward him and took on a serious tone.
"I'll keep it simple," he began. "Negative human emotions generate Cursed Energy. That Cursed Energy gives birth to Cursed Spirits. In Japan alone, over ten thousand people die or go missing each year due to Curses."
"Some people are born with an innate ability to perceive and manipulate Cursed Energy. Those people can train and become Jujutsu Sorcerers. The goal? Exorcise Curses and protect people."
"Techniques," Yaga continued, "are specific supernatural abilities tied to your innate talent. Think of them like superpowers. A proper Jujutsu Sorcerer needs mastery in three areas: Cursed Energy control, hand-to-hand combat, and their personal Technique."
"For example, Gojo here has the Limitless Technique. It slows anything approaching him to the point where it never makes contact. Sounds simple, but the real power is in how it manipulates space."
Yaga glanced at Gojo. "He also inherited the Six Eyes—an ocular ability that lets him see Cursed Energy in precise detail. As for your Technique… well, we'll have to figure it out through testing."
Gojo stepped in, clapping his hands. "Alright, Hajime. Show us what you've got!"
Hajime nodded. "Sometimes, I enter a strange state where everything else seems to freeze, and I move… incredibly fast."
As he spoke, he triggered the feeling inside him—Cursed Energy stirring, Technique activating.
The world around him slowed dramatically. In truth, he was speeding up—his personal time accelerating while the world moved at a crawl.
Gojo seemed to keep up, but Yaga lagged slightly behind.
After several seconds, Hajime stopped.
Yaga's face had grown serious. Gojo had even removed his blindfold. Blue light flickered at his fingertips.
"Try focusing your Cursed Energy like this," Gojo instructed, showing him a concentrated ball of Cursed Energy floating above his hand.
Hajime followed suit, replicating it with moderate ease. A glowing sphere formed at his fingertip.
"Now," Gojo said, "try applying your Technique to it. Let's see what happens."
Hajime nodded, channeling the same sensation. His Technique flared, and in an instant, the Cursed Energy vanished from his hand.
A fraction of a second later, a sonic whip cut through the air.
Yaga stared.
He hadn't seen the orb move—just its afterimage and the light trail it carved into the sky.
If that had been aimed at me, he realized, I wouldn't have had time to dodge. Only defend.
The raw power wasn't overwhelming… yet. But the speed?
Terrifying.
Hajime panted lightly. That had taken more out of him than expected. He hadn't used brute force, but the strain of accelerating his own time was intense.
Gojo observed him, his icy blue eyes narrowing slightly.
"That's not just speed," he muttered. "That's time."
Yaga turned. "Wait. Time?"
Gojo nodded. "Kamihara Hajime's Technique manipulates time—literally. He's not just enhancing his body with Cursed Energy. He's accelerating his own time, or the time of whatever he's touching. That's why his movements and attacks appear instant. From our perspective, he's faster than fast—because his clock is ticking faster than ours."
Yaga's eyes widened. "A Technique directly manipulating time… That's unheard of."
"There've been powerful Techniques before," Gojo continued. "Tengen's immortality. My own Limitless. But I've never seen a Technique so directly tied to time."
"And there's more—his Cursed Energy generation rate is absurdly high. I think it's related to his Technique. If he keeps training, he might reach a point where his output exceeds his consumption. That's borderline infinite Cursed Energy."
Hajime looked down at his hands, stunned. "Time… My Technique is time?"
For a moment, his mind raced—flashes of past memories, fragments of another life. The concept settled in his heart, strange and powerful.
Before he could dwell on it, Gojo pulled him close with a grin. "Pretty amazing, right? First Technique of its kind! You want to name it?"
Hajime paused, then nodded.
"…Let's call it Time Wheel."
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If you don't want the name of his technique to be "Time Wheel" , suggestions are allowed.
But once I draft too many chapters I won't be able to change it anymore to avoid inconsistency with the name .