[It’s Muzan from the Heian era, with long hair and even slight waves!]
[There isn’t a shred of color on his face; standing there, he looks just like a sickly beauty.]
[It really is Female Ghost Type 1, no doubt about it.]
[Summoning type? Is the Trash Boss a Curse summoned by the waifu?]
[Equivalent to Megumi’s shikigami?]
[The Trash Boss has a new master—will he submit?]
[No need to worry about that. Generally speaking, a shikigami shares a psychic link with its master, and a shikigami cannot defy the commands of its summoner either.]
[No wonder the moment the Trash Boss appeared, he slaughtered the Curses lunging at Yuuki.]
[Turns out it was to protect Yuuki as his mas-]
A sudden transformation occurred.
“——”
It was the sound of a human body being pierced at blinding speed by some sharp weapon.
The scent of rust permeated the air, and a rich, heavy fishy taste of blood seemed to surge into the back of the throat.
Ieiri Yuuki wanted to lower his head, but that icy hand on his face restrained him.
“…”
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
He felt the pain.
The shikigami’s other slender hand, stained with scarlet blood, had pierced straight through his chest from the front.
Crimson blood bloomed outward across the pale fabric.
His heart… had been crushed.
His breathing halted.
Ieiri Yuuki parted his lips slightly, his eyes closing as he lost control of his body.
His limp head dropped backward, falling into the arms of the Curse behind him, which caught him.
Fushiguro Megumi, witnessing this scene, gasped in shock and disbelief: “How is that possible?!”
Gojo Satoru said in a deep voice: “…The shikigami devouring its master.”
A shikigami was a concept originally proposed by the famous Heian-era Onmyoji Abe no Seimei referring to spiritual entities that could be commanded by an Onmyoji.
According to records, the probability of a shikigami devouring its master was extremely low, but instances of it did exist.
In modern times, there weren’t many sorcerers, and summoning-type techniques were even rarer than phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Thus, very few people knew about this phenomenon.
[?!!]
[So underworld, but so very Trash Boss]
[Cruel and tyrannical, killing at the slightest disagreement that is indeed the core of his soul……]
[Waifu! Wuwu!!]
[Instantly became a white moonlight the moment he appeared]
[Wait?! He’s written off way too suddenly; I can’t accept this! Even if it’s just to draw out Muzan, that’s still too… Wait, what is Muzan doing?]
Drip-drop
The sound of dripping blood.
The Curse’s fingertips slit open a wound, and rich, viscous blood dripped down.
It fell right into the seam of Ieiri Yuuki’s lips.
Muzan Kibutsuji’s plum-red, inorganic pupils reflected the blonde youth’s silhouette.
His gaze was like a coiling snake.
Cloying and gloomy, suffocating one’s breath.
Muzan Kibutsuji was an evil ghost who had crawled back to the human world from the abyss of hell.
Even though he had died once, it could not change this fundamental nature; he would never turn back or repent.
Shikigami, and shikigami master; In essence, they were the controller and the controlled.
Muzan Kibutsuji detested this fact above all else detesting freedom constrained by the control of another.
Yet, this human held an indescribable attraction for him, triggering a deformed sense of possession. Deep within Muzan’s bone marrow, his instincts roared:
Claim him.
Muzan Kibutsuji had no wish to resist his instincts.
Yet he also refused to be controlled.
Thus, a brilliant idea struck him:
Invert master and servant.
Devour his master under the guise of a shikigami.
And use his own blood to transform the other into his servant.
Ownership would remain forever in his own hands.
Pale, slender fingertips touched the seam of the human’s lips, pressing apart the burst of crimson that resembled rose petals.
His fingertips pried open the teeth, probing inside.
Bestowing his blood.
[!?]
[The waifu is going to live?!]
[Almost forgot he can “transform” people into demons, but can that be used in JJK?]
[So erotic I’m losing my pants]
[Whoa, for some reason, this Muzan has an exceptionally strong ‘female ghost’ vibe]
[The sense of non-human detachment is about to overflow, like an inescapable spiderweb]
[Ah……]
[So Yuuki is going to become his possession?]
Ieiri Yuuki awoke from the brief darkness, opening his eyes once more.
Something seemed to have intruded into his mouth, prompting him to instinctively push against it with the tip of his tongue.
His tongue tasted a small gulp of salty, fishy, and viscous liquid.
It choked down his throat.
“Cough, cough-cough!”
Looks like it wasn’t a hallucination.
He really had transmigrated?
He coughed, and immediately afterward, a scorching temperature flowed down his esophagus.
It began invading his entire body, which instinctively rejected it.
Trembling, shivering, heart palpitations.
His mist-filled eyes reflected a pair of gloomy, scarlet pupils.
It felt as though he were being watched by a monster.
Sniffing, licking, wrapping around him impermeably, and finally swallowing him whole.
In a split second
Ieiri Yuuki’s demonization halted.
Simultaneously, his stopped heart skipped a beat, then began beating anew three seconds later.
[Died twice?!]
[The transformation failed? Meaning Yuuki is still human?]
[Did he use Reverse Cursed Technique?]
[In the Hidden Inventory arc, Gojo Satoru could still resurrect even after Toji Fushiguro stabbed clean through him]
[My new waifu is safe (breathing a sigh of relief)]
[If he knows Reverse Cursed Technique, could Jujutsu High be welcoming its second healer?]
[Come to think of it, Yuuki’s surname is also Ieiri, what a coincidence!]
[Not trying to rain on the parade, but what if… and I mean what if…… what if his Reverse Cursed Technique can only affect himself, just like Gojo Satoru’s……]
[……]
Ieiri Yuuki breathed in gently.
The icy breath at the back of his neck remained, testifying that this was no dream.
At that moment, Ieiri Yuuki’s eyes were swimming with moisture, slightly unfocused.
Dozily and hazily, he caught sight of the black-and-red figure in his peripheral vision.
He laughed out loud.
The blonde youth’s lower lip was stained with blood, making the red mole stand out even more vividly.
He offered a greeting: “Killing me twice, now that’s a truly original greeting gift.”
“Nice to meet you… My, shikigami?”
As soon as his voice trailed off, the chilly breath against his neck paused.
Ieiri Yuuki seemed entirely unconcerned that the other had killed him, let alone twice over.
He simply said: “I don’t wish to change my species just yet.”
A comment drifted across the screen:
[This reaction, why is it a bit creepy… It’s… not like a normal person]
Itadori and Kugisaki, who had leaped down from the building, ran up to Gojo Satoru.
Together with Fushiguro Megumi, the three Jujutsu High youngsters watched in dumbfounded shock.
Death? Feeding blood? Resurrected again?
Reversal upon reversal!
Even more thrilling than manga plots!
“By the way, Teacher,” Itadori whispered: “Ryomen Sukuna said he’s seen that Curse before, though back then the other party was still human.”
He had obtained this intel from Sukuna’s mouth while suppressing him just moments ago.
Before?
Fushiguro Megumi frowned: “I recall the era when Ryomen Sukuna was active was the ‘Heian’ period.”
The Heian period.
More than a thousand years ago.
In other words, that master-devouring Curse had existed for at least a millennium.
For some reason, it had been reincarnated as a Curse and summoned forth.
Kugisaki clicked her tongue: “An old antique.”
Gojo Satoru touched his chin as he listened, raising an eyebrow with a dry chuckle: “No wonder.”
“For this kind of aged ‘filth,’ devouring its master is par for the course.”
Only, the other party hadn’t anticipated…
That on that young man’s body rested the curse of ‘immortality’.
What would the other party do next?
One thing was certain, however: the other party would by no means let the matter rest.
Just as Gojo Satoru expected, Muzan Kibutsuji had no intention of stopping here.
Since his plan had failed, Muzan Kibutsuji intended to change his approach.
The shikigami master had not yet fully grasped how to utilize his own cursed technique, but Muzan knew clearly:
A shikigami master can only summon one Curse at a time, and the summoned target is not fixed;
The time limit for a shikigami’s existence is two weeks, with a two-hour cooldown for re-summoning;
If the shikigami master wishes, he can continuously summon the exact same Curse.
In other words, once the two-week time limit arrived, he would have to return to that expanse of space.
That long, nauseating, pitch-black, and boundless chaotic space.
Waiting in that long, endless spacetime to be summoned once more.
He had already spent a dozen years there, perhaps a century, perhaps a millennium.
That was already enough.
Muzan Kibutsuji thought apathetically and with utter disgust.
He did not want to return to that space, provided that the other party chose to keep summoning him.
In this regard, he naturally couldn’t force the other party.
Therefore……
He had to think of another way.
……
He thought of the past.
Love.
Muzan had once used false affection to deceive countless humans.
Muzan Kibutsuji knew deeply that once one obtained love, once one gave love, one could never break free again.
Muzan Kibutsuji thought:
「Make him fall in love with me」.
An icy yet scorching, rotting yet rooting desire, like a monster breaking through the soil.
Between Muzan Kibutsuji and the other person, a transparent bond formed.
Observe in secret, learn his preferences, make him form a reliance and attachment toward him; Coax him, seduce him, entangle him, “loving” him; And finally, imprison him, embrace him.
What a flawless plan.
“Heh.”
Muzan Kibutsuji chuckled softly.
Then, his figure faded at a visible speed and vanished.
[Eh? Why did the Trash Boss leave?]
[Can shikigami just run around everywhere?]
[Uh, he even devoured his master, is there anything he can’t do…]
“Clap, clap, clap—”
The white-haired teacher had played a supporting role for too long and decided to steal back some of the spotlight.
So he clapped his hands, drawing the attention of everyone present.
He extended a hand toward the blonde youth not far away, saying, “This…”
“Ieiri Yuuki.” The other nodded.
The white-haired teacher snapped his fingers: “Alright, nice to meet you, Yuuki-kun.”
“I’m a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, the handsome and dashing Gojo Satoru!”
Ieiri Yuuki: “…”
He looked at the blindfold on the other’s face.
Thinking to himself, calling someone by their given name upon a first meeting—wasn’t that a bit too overly familiar?
Moreover, this self-introduction was quite confident.
“…Hello.”
Gojo Satoru: “This is probably your first time awakening this kind of strange power, right?”
Ieiri Yuuki nodded.
Gojo Satoru curved his lips: “Therefore, Yuuki-kun, who possesses the ‘catnip’ constitution, can passively attract and strengthen Curses.”
Curses were the monsters they had just seen.
“Yuuki-kun, imagine this, if you were allowed to roam freely—”
Gojo Satoru answered his own question: “Probably all of Japan would descend into a chaotic dance of demons.”
Ieiri Yuuki nodded once more.
He asked: “So, are you going to kill me?”
Fushiguro / Kugisaki / Itadori: “……”
Gojo Satoru was also momentarily stunned, letting out a “hm” sound before shaking his head.
” Nope, a reliable Teacher Gojo is not like those old oranges who rely on authority to arbitrarily strip away the youth of young people!”
Old oranges?
Ieiri Yuuki was puzzled.
Gojo Satoru: “Anyway, let’s take you back to Jujutsu High first.”
“Alright.”
Ieiri Yuuki agreed readily.
Gojo Satoru glanced at him again. Surprisingly, he was a very decisive person, huh?
Not timid or hesitant, easygoing and free-spirited yet not reckless, possessing strong personal autonomy.
Haha.
Quite a good prospect.
Thinking this, Gojo Satoru beamed brightly, turned around, and told the trio of freshmen:
“Then let’s head back together, my dear students!”
[Such a heartwarming scene, wuwu!]
[Yuji entered Jujutsu High in June, and by late October the Shibuya Incident happened, which means he only spent about four months of happy time with his classmates]
[And it wasn’t even all happy…]
[Knives, it’s all knives!]
[After Yuuki joins, the plot should get slightly derailed, right? Please!]
The white-haired teacher dragged his entire household along as he teleported back to Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Yuuki found it quite novel.
It just made him a bit dizzy, like riding a pirate ship.
And he swallowed a lot of wind.
The high school in the white-haired teacher’s words was nestled deep in the mountains, boasting wonderful air.
Yet before Ieiri Yuuki could take a couple more looks around, he was hauled straight into the dungeon.
[Wuhu!]
[I like this transition]
[Jujutsu High dungeon, the second guest after Itadori, welcome!]
[Baby in the front, don’t forget Brother Choso also came here for a day tour (:з」∠)]
[So many curse talismans]
[Such great atmosphere]
Gojo Satoru pushed open the door, revealing a dim, yellowish space.
The walls were plastered with talismans, and in the corner lay several thick ropes the size of an adult’s arm.
“As long as you don’t actively walk out, this place is both a cage and a safe house.”
Ieiri Yuuki nodded.
Walking inward, he gazed at the stacked yellow talismans lining the walls.
Suppression, eradication…
Gojo Satoru appeared beside him out of nowhere, pointing out perceptively:
“Yuuki-kun, can you recognize the functions of these talismans?”
Ieiri Yuuki didn’t hide it, saying: “I only recognize a few.”
“Studied them?”
Ieiri Yuuki said: “I saw them when I was young.”
The Sakuragawa family was not only superstitious but also conservative, and their method of “cultivating” juniors was rather bizarre.
When he was a child, Ieiri Yuuki had been stuffed with quite a bit of useless knowledge.
Among them were some cursed characters.
Speaking of which, Gojo Satoru’s nerves were tweaked once more by the other.
Time to urge the assistant manager?
Investigate thoroughly as soon as possible.
However, he still had things to busy himself with.
Those death-fearing old oranges among the high-ups had caught wind of that Curse riot, buzzing and demanding he report to Kyoto for a meeting to give an explanation.
Still, Gojo Satoru had to make a trip.
Before leaving, Gojo Satoru poked his head back in: “Yuuki-kun, that shikigami killed you twice aren’t you angry?”
“Hmm?”
“One, because I feel there’s no need; two…”
Ieiri Yuuki pondered for a few seconds, broke into a brilliant smile, and answered honestly: “He looks good-looking, you see. Even if he commits a wrongdoing, it’s not entirely unforgivable.”
Gojo Satoru: ……?
Whoa, huh?
This kid is a visualist?
Doesn’t that mean if he wants to pull any stunts in the future, it’ll be super convenient?!
Teacher Gojo, who knew he was handsome and owned up to it, thought this was great, and so departed cheerfully.
[……As expected of you, strong, but also thoroughly unreliable, Teacher Gojo!]
[Yuuki is right: Muzan, though trash, is beautiful!]
[Where did Muzan go?]
[Who knows. Might be hiding in some corner voyeurism……]
[After all, this human is very “special” to Muzan]
[Even the method of feeding blood is uniquely his own]
[When feeding blood to others, he just stabs them right in the forehead or neck, gulp gulp gulp, pouring it in to the point of death, but solely with Yuuki… Tsk, Yuuki doesn’t even need to move his tongue to lick his fingertips, right?]
[Stop talking upstairs, or I’m really going to start shipping this]
[Shipping is a deeply metaphysical thing]
[So what if I ship it?]
Suddenly,
“Woo, woo, woo—”
Sirens wailed.
Inside the dungeon, Ieiri Yuuki abruptly raised his head.
Even in the dungeon, a room that insulated most sounds, the sirens were clearly audible.
Something had happened outside.
He looked at the comment section again; however, the viewers’ perspective didn’t seem focused on him, but rather down on the ground.
[Good heavens……]
[A wave of Curses is coming]
[The Curses are crawling around like maggots, slowly yet rapidly approaching Jujutsu High]
[This number is terrifying; the barrier can’t even keep up with the alarm warnings]
[This scale rivals the previous Night Parade of a Hundred Demons; calling it an exaggeration is impossible……]
[Everyone at Jujutsu High has gone out to fight the enemy, but the numbers are too overwhelming they’re going to drop dead from exhaustion]
[Damn it, Satoru isn’t at Jujutsu High right now; he went to Kyoto to hold a meeting with the old oranges]
[The principal called, but the call didn’t go through; there’s no way he’ll be back anytime soon]
[Why are there so many Curses?!]
[Did we forget something? The Jujutsu World’s catnip is right here inside Jujutsu High……]
[These… are all drawn here?]
[Terrifying beyond measure (drawing in a sharp breath)]