Chapter 6: Are You a Jujutsu Sorcerer Too?
But…
no matter how unreasonable it was,
it could not be undone,
and he had to learn to keep moving forward.
So, carrying everyone's expectations, he moved on, facing everything alone…
until now.
As those thoughts churned inside Yuji, "young Yuji" admitted that he had eaten the Special Grade cursed object.
"Huh?"
Satoru Gojo raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Seriously."
There was no evasiveness on young Yuji's face, so straightforward that there wasn't a hint of a lie.
In that situation, if he hadn't eaten it, everyone would have…
Huh? Wait?
Seems like… they wouldn't?
Yuji suddenly turned his head, looking back at the hooded figure with the unfamiliar build who had kept his hood on the whole time, confusion filling his eyes.
"Mm…"
On the other side,
Gojo tilted his head, his body suddenly closing in on young Yuji. With his index finger and thumb lightly touching his chin, he examined him carefully.
The next second,
he gave two soft chuckles, his tone returning to its usual casualness.
"So it really is mixed in there. That's funny. Any abnormalities with your body?"
"No."
Young Yuji looked honest as can be, raising a hand to brush the dust off himself.
Gojo pressed, "Can you swap with Sukuna?"
"Sukuna?"
Young Yuji froze, clearly not registering the name.
"The curse you just ate," Gojo explained patiently.
"Oh. Yeah, probably." Young Yuji nodded, finally understanding.
Gojo stretched lazily, his tone so light it was as if he were talking about something trivial.
"Alright, then ten seconds. After ten seconds, you turn back."
"But…"
Young Yuji tried to say more, but Gojo cut him off.
"Relax. I'm invincible."
As soon as he finished, he casually tossed a bag of snacks and called toward Megumi Fushiguro, "Megumi, catch!"
"This is Kikufuku from Kikusuian, a Sendai specialty, super good! I especially recommend the edamame fresh-cream flavor!"
His tone did not match the tense atmosphere at all.
Fushiguro caught the snacks in a daze, then stared at Gojo in a daze.
This guy actually bought sweets before coming, even at a time like this?
If that unknown, special sorcerer hadn't appeared earlier, the outcome would have been unthinkable.
As if seeing through his thoughts, Gojo waved a hand and corrected him casually. "Not a souvenir. I'm planning to eat it on the shinkansen on the way back."
He rambled on. "Kikufuku isn't like other specialties…"
Right then, young Yuji closed his eyes and began swapping with Sukuna inside him.
Layers of black cursed markings slowly spread up from his neck, and his originally clear eyes were swallowed by crimson in an instant.
The next second—
Sukuna sprang straight into the air!
"Behind you!!"
Fushiguro's heart tightened and he shouted a warning.
But Sukuna, in midair, made a move that was beyond what either of them expected.
That's right.
He didn't pounce on Gojo, and he didn't attack Fushiguro. Instead, he twisted sharply in the air, his crimson gaze locking dead onto the hooded man who had been ignored!
"Huff—"
A light breeze swept by. Sukuna clenched his fist into a claw, black nails slicing through the air. Dense cursed energy surged from his fingertips, carrying a biting chill.
"Brat…"
His voice was low and hoarse, brimming with undisguised malice.
He remembered perfectly who had ambushed him.
"Whoosh—!!"
Sukuna's speed was terrifying. His body warped into a blurred afterimage in midair, so fast Fushiguro couldn't even track him with the naked eye!
"Snap!"
But just as the claw was about to touch—
a crisp sound rang out.
Gojo appeared in an instant, firmly blocking in front of Yuji.
With only two fingers, he lightly pinched Sukuna's wrist, cursed energy and all.
Casual.
Stylish.
As if he were pinching a feather.
"Oh my, you picked the wrong person."
Gojo's tone was bright, even amused. "Also, I wasn't finished talking."
"The whipped-cream filling is amazing too. It goes perfectly with edamame."
He loved sweets, and he especially hated being interrupted while talking about sweets.
"Hmph."
Sukuna narrowed his crimson eyes. "Anyone thinks they can interfere with me."
"Whoosh!"
He whipped out his other hand, a fist packed with violent cursed energy driving straight at Gojo's face!
In just a few seconds,
their bodies crossed and shifted again and again. Amid rapid footwork and evasions, violent gusts burst out, and the roar of cursed energy collisions shook the air as the battlefield instantly turned white-hot!
"In front of students, let me show off a bit."
Before the words even finished,
Gojo was already behind Sukuna, so relaxed he even leaned his back against Sukuna's back.
Sukuna spun and counterattacked, punch after punch, but every strike was easily avoided by Gojo. He couldn't touch even a corner of Gojo's clothes.
Is his speed absurd?
No…
Sukuna's mind stirred, and in the brief moment he hesitated—
Bang!
A heavy punch slammed into his abdomen, and Sukuna flew back like a kite with its string cut!
"Damn it."
Sukuna steadied himself. "No matter what era it is, jujutsu sorcerers are always this annoying!!"
Sukuna laughed and charged again, returning a blow.
The destructive force burst out, smoke billowing—more exaggerated than what Yuji had caused earlier—more windows shattering.
Unfortunately,
it was useless.
When the smoke cleared,
Gojo was unscathed. He even raised a finger and began counting down slowly.
"4, 3, 2…"
Sukuna, controlling young Yuji's body, suddenly felt a powerful pulling-away sensation. His heart sank, and he understood immediately.
Damn it, it's happening again. I can't keep possessing him…
This kid named Yuji… what the hell is he?
Sukuna's consciousness blurred, his eyes slowly closing as drowsiness swallowed him.
At the final moment before his awareness vanished completely, he turned his crimson gaze toward the one who had silently watched from the side the entire time.
His voice was hoarse and icy.
"And you too. I'll remember you…"
The one who ambushed him.
Next time they met, no one would be there to protect him.
The next second,
young Yuji regained control of his body. He shook his head, looking blankly confused.
"Huh? Is it over?"
"I really didn't expect you to be able to control him." Gojo's voice carried a trace of surprised admiration.
Young Yuji raised a hand and patted his head.
"But it's so loud. I can always hear that guy's voice in my head."
"Loud? That's all?"
Gojo smiled, his tone full of amazement. "That's practically a miracle."
As he spoke,
he stepped toward young Yuji.
Young Yuji remembered something and turned toward the corner.
"Oh, and also, thanks, big bro, for earlier…"
He assumed the man was with Fushiguro.
But Fushiguro didn't know him at all, asking quietly, "Gojo-sensei, is he from Jujutsu High…"
Gojo paused, then sidestepped and hopped his way over to Yuji.
"Oh? I didn't notice earlier. Are you a jujutsu sorcerer too?"