[LanLi: If anyone missed it, let me repeat: this alias will be used for notes.
This is a translation.
Below are the author’s notes.] *(Please leave lots of comments, guys!
I’m in the new book phase with zero traffic, so your comments are the only motivation keeping me typing away.)* *(The author will occasionally add images to supplement certain plot points, but my author level is too low to post images directly.
So, I’ll be dropping them in the paragraph comments like this instead:)* *(Image)* — “Yeah, yeah…
I’m totally fine, Ms.
Gojo.
It’s just a tiny mission, not like you’re asking me to fight Ryomen Sukuna.
Stop nagging; you’re sounding like my mom and it’s getting super annoying.” “The Cursed Spirit’s grade?
If I remember correctly, the intel from Jujutsu High said it was a Grade 2.” “Right?
I’m a Grade 2 Sorcerer myself; how could I possibly lose to a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit…
Alright then, that’s it.
Hanging up.” Rui Tachibana glanced at the school building shrouded in the distant night.
The concentration of residual cursed energy matched the intelligence report pretty closely–roughly Grade 2 level.
For a sorcerer who had received a proper Jujutsu education and possessed a powerful innate technique, this kind of trash was just a speed bump.
The cursed spirit was the one walking into a boss fight here!
Eight years had passed since he transmigrated into this world.
This was a world belonging to Jujutsu.
There was no flashy, dazzling magic here; there was only cursed energy, cultivated to its absolute peak…
Simply put, it was Jujutsu Kaisen.
Before transmigrating, Rui had been happily lounging on his couch, sipping a sweet drink while watching anime recap videos, occasionally dropping a comment under every single video: “The God of Thunder, Kashimo, clears Gojo in one second flat.” The next thing he knew, he closed his eyes, opened them, and found himself transmigrated.
Though it was his actual body, it had shrunk to the size of a seven- or eight-year-old.
With those tiny arms and legs, his estimated survival rate was lower than Sukuna in his finger form.
Just as he was stressing over how to avoid getting slaughtered in this dangerous version of Japan, Satoru Gojo suddenly materialized right in front of him.
She grabbed Rui by the hair, ruffled it aggressively, and then said with an air of profound mystery: “You need to become strong.
Strong enough that I won’t leave you behind.” Then, using the massive influence of the Gojo clan, she took Rui in as her personal Pokémon and became his guardian.
In theory, Rui was supposed to call her “Mom.” Yeah, Mom.
Because in this world, Ms.
Gojo was a 28-year-old white-haired older sister type with a slender waist and legs for days, and her name was Satomi Gojo.
*(Image)* What kind of plot twist was that?
When he first transmigrated, Rui desperately wanted to look for a complaints department, but by now, he had long since become desensitized.
Nothing surprised him anymore.
If someone told him today that Lord Sukuna actually possessed the body of a magical girl, he could probably finish watching it without a single change in expression.
Following the trail of residual cursed energy, Rui slowly walked into the school building.
According to Jujutsu High’s intel, this Cursed Spirit was suspected to have been born from the resentment of a bullying victim.
Several delinquents who had nothing better to do than torment people had already been sent to the hospital.
Meanwhile, the poor kid who was bullied first–and accidentally manifested the Cursed Spirit–was still at the crime scene.
He heard those delinquents were still completely brain-damaged, lying in their hospital beds babbling nonsense…
Rui thought to himself that these guys completely deserved it, but couldn’t they have at least left one normal person to explain what actually happened?
Because of them, he didn’t even know the bullying victim’s name right now.
…Hmm?
Was there some kind of noise coming from the classroom ahead?
Rui slowed his pace and quietly drew closer…
Now he could hear it clearly.
It was the sound of crying.
It wasn’t the ghostly wailing or howling of a Cursed Spirit throwing a tantrum.
The crying inside the classroom was incredibly suppressed, as if someone was desperately biting their lip to muffle the volume, terrified of being heard.
Only soft, trembling sobs leaked out…
Her throat was hoarse from crying, but he could still tell it was a female voice.
If his guess was correct, the person possessed by the Cursed Spirit was most likely inside.
In other words, this was the boss fight.
Rui took a deep breath and slowly slid the classroom door open.
A figure was hiding in the corner of the room…
She looked very petite, barely over five feet tall.
She wore the summer uniform of this girls’ high school, curled into a tight ball with her arms hugging her knees.
Messy, long black hair hid most of her face, giving off the pitiful vibe of a stray hedgehog or a kitten stuffed into a cardboard box and abandoned by the roadside.
*(Image)* “I’m sorry…
I’m sorry…” Rui frowned.
He suddenly felt like this scene was incredibly familiar.
It felt a bit surreal, like he had seen it somewhere before.
He took two steps closer, and now the muffled whispers of the girl in the corner became clearer: “It’s all my fault…
I’m sorry, I’m sorry…
It’s all because of me.
If only it wasn’t for me, if only I had been brave enough to run away…
those people wouldn’t have been hurt by Rika…!” Rika…
Rika?!
Rui smiled a hollow, accepting smile.
The original manga did state that misjudging a Cursed Spirit’s grade was one of the leading causes of death for sorcerers.
After all, the auxiliary managers responsible for scouting had no combat ability, so making a mistake was totally normal.
But what kind of joke was classifying a Special Grade as a Grade 2?
Come to think of it, the manga fanbook mentioned that the catalyst for Jujutsu High noticing Yuta was a sorcerer who attempted to exorcise Rika and ended up dying a heroic, brutal death…
So, as it turned out, he was that sacrificial lamb?
On the other side, the severely introverted Yuna Okotsu finally realized Rui was there.
She flinched hard in fear, then cautiously lifted her eyes to look up.
With that, Rui finally got a clear look at her face.
It was smudged with dirt, and her eyes were swollen from crying, but he could tell she was naturally pretty.
Her gaze darted around, completely unsure of where to land–a textbook example of a timid, gloomy, socially anxious type.
She was still freezing there, hesitating over whether to speak, but the Cursed Spirit on her body moved much faster…
and it was completely triggered.
“ARE YOU HERE TO BULLY MY YUNA TOO?!” “Holy crap!” Rui spun on his heel and bolted, pulling out his phone at lightning speed to tap on Satomi Gojo’s LINE profile: “Teacher!
I’m getting absolutely bodied by a ‘Grade 2’ Cursed Spirit!
Get over here and save me right now!!” Before he could even take two steps, a sharp *ding* echoed in his ears.
A cheat?
It chose this exact moment to activate?!
[Congratulations!
The number of romanceable targets encountered by the host has reached three.
The Dating Simulator System has been activated.
This system aims to provide the host with the perfect romantic experience and achieve the title of Harem King.] [The simulation content will manifest in text format.] [Current available simulations: 0.
Current simulated targets: Satomi Gojo, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuna Okotsu.] [Today’s free attempts have been exhausted…] [Novice Quest Triggered: The absolute strongest, the loneliness born from it, the one who teaches you love is…
Host, please confess your love to any available simulation target.
Reward: One simulation attempt.] What kind of unhinged system was this…
But Rui glanced back, and Rika was already right on his heels.
At this point, a dead horse was better than no horse at all!
He immediately unleashed a barrage into his phone, furiously sending several voice notes to Ms.
Gojo: “Teacher, are you there?
Actually, I’ve liked you for a very long time.
I only wanted to become strong so I could stand by your side.
I wanted to grow to the point where I could stand at the same height as you and take the burden off your shoulders.
When that time came, you wouldn’t have to be the ‘strongest’ anymore, just a normal person, a normal girl…
Unfortunately, it looks like this wish won’t come true.
Teacher, please don’t hate the cursed Okotsu girl, she’s innocent.
If you’re going to blame anyone, blame me for not being strong enough…” –Damn it, they’re all unread!
This old woman must have passed out from a sugar crash eating sweets!
Since things had come to this, there was only one choice left.
Rui spun around to face the Special Grade Vengeful Cursed Spirit, Rika, and the panicked Yuna Okotsu, who had run out of the classroom trying to stop Rika from hurting anyone else to little effect.
“–Okotsu-san.” Rui spoke up.
Rika, who had charged right in front of him, froze for a moment, seemingly wanting to hear what this man was about to say to Yuna.
Immediately after, she watched as Rui smoothly dropped to one knee, took the hand of the completely bewildered Yuna Okotsu, slipped off the ring Rika had given her when they were kids, and pulled another ring out of his own pocket to slide onto her finger: “Will you go out with me?” “YOU!
YOU ABSOLUTE HOMEWRECKER AHHHHHHH!!” by Rika.
Haha.
My dear viewers, do you think I’m making it out of this chapter alive?