Me Against Sukumi?
[BONUS] 17: Chapter 17: Should I Step Up?
Me Against Sukumi?
[BONUS] Chapter 17: Should I Step Up?
Me Against Sukumi?
“Isn’t that just a suicide mission?” “My, my, don’t say that.
Isn’t your teacher right here watching over you?” The problem is, even you can’t beat Ryomen Sukumi, teacher…
Though, the warehouse should only have six fingers right now.
If a fight really breaks out, I could actually throw out that line: *”How boring, Sukumi.
I’ll probably forget about you by tomorrow.”* “Then, why?” Rui remained quite calm.
Setting aside the manga he read in his past life, just looking at the ten or so years they had spent together in this life, he didn’t believe for a second that Gojo-sensei would deliberately put a student in harm’s way.
Satomi Gojo held up a single finger.
“First, to check whether the changes inside your body are truly caused by a cursed object.
Although under normal circumstances I can see it directly…
if a master of barrier techniques set up a seal, it wouldn’t be impossible to fool my eyes.
But if we let another cursed object enter just a tiny, tiny bit…
keeping it to a level where incarnation won’t occur, the two cursed objects will fight each other for control over the body.
When that happens, we can get a clear grasp of the situation.” “And second?” Rui didn’t really buy the first reason.
He knew his own situation perfectly well; how could his increased cursed energy and technique mutation be due to some cursed object?
It was all just hard work and sweat.
“Don’t interrupt me while I’m talking.” Gojo-sensei pouted and held up a second finger.
“Second is to conduct an experiment.
You said your technique changed to manipulating the shape of souls, right?
The physical forms of Special Grade Cursed Objects are indestructible, but the souls contained within them aren’t necessarily so.
Maybe using this can directly destroy a batch of cursed objects.” “Haha, I’m not going.” “Eh—this is a once-in-a-lifetime request from your cute teacher, you know?
Plus, you’ll get to witness an earth-shattering battle between me and Sukumi.
Don’t you want to see it, Rui?
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on—” Wanting to fight Sukumi was her real objective, wasn’t it…
…
According to Rui’s experience over the past ten years, aside from exorcising cursed spirits, the most common job for jujutsu sorcerers was reclaiming cursed objects.
To put it simply, cursed objects were items imbued with curses.
They could originate from the gestation of a cursed spirit, the creation of a curse user, or the lingering resentment of someone who died with a deep grievance…
And more than half of the cursed objects in all of Japan would ultimately be collected in this very place.
Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Jujutsu Technical High School, The Warehouse.
Located outside the Tombs of the Star where Tengen resided, outsiders needed to obtain Tengen’s permission just to enter.
Anyone who could enter this place could also enter the Tombs of the Star Corridor and meet Tengen, who had maintained the barrier for a thousand years to prevent cursed spirits from overflowing into the rest of the world— From this perspective, no matter how tight Jujutsu High made the security for this place, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
“But we didn’t see a single soul on our way here…
And how should I put it, I felt like Jujutsu High’s Warehouse should have a ton of cursed objects, right?
But this place looks pretty empty.” In the end, he had still come.
Rui looked around.
He spotted quite a few cursed tools, including the three-section staff Playful Cloud that had appeared in the original work, but he didn’t see a single cursed object.
“It’s only normal.
There are only a handful of indestructible Special Grade Cursed Objects.
As for those below Special Grade, we just exorcise them on the spot, so why bother putting them in the Warehouse?” Following behind him, Satomi Gojo casually picked up a short knife: “Wow, Rui, look at this.
This thing once pierced right through your teacher’s head, you know?
My brains were almost scrambled.
Do you want to take it back as a souvenir?” “No…
Ah, looks like we’re here.” Walking to the very end of the room, six slender wooden boxes wrapped tightly in layers of talismans, along with nine small jars containing dried pieces of flesh resembling human specimens, were neatly arranged together.
Sukumi’s fingers and the Cursed Womb: Death Paintings.
Since transmigrating into the jujutsu world, this was also the first time Rui had seen these two things with his own eyes.
Thinking about how the former would turn into Sukumi a year from now and engage in a thrilling, tense battle of attrition with Jujutsu High…
he found it a bit hard to keep a straight face.
As for the latter, hey, there was Chosie here.
Let’s touch it with Idle Transfiguration.
Rui only felt the world spin before his eyes.
His physical five senses were still present, but his soul’s perspective had entered the interior of the Death Paintings along with the effect of his technique.
Looking up, a sleepy face entered his vision.
Heavy dark circles under her eyes, slightly upturned almond eyes that looked as if they were shedding tears, and twin tails that looked like they hadn’t been groomed in ages with stray hairs sticking out and splitting everywhere.
A loose, wide hunter’s robe wrapped wrinkly around the curves of her body, which subtly made her look somewhat provocative.
*(Image)* Sure enough, it was another beautiful girl.
Do you like a totally affirming, absolute older sister who exudes the vibe of a repressed office lady and would shed tiny pearls of tears just because she accidentally hurt her younger siblings?
“…Who…
are you?” Perhaps because she hadn’t spoken in too long, Chosie first muttered nonsensically, struggling and stammering for a good while before she could ask a normal question…
Moreover, her face carried a strange expression that was simultaneously serious and dorky, without showing a single shred of embarrassment.
[New simulated target detected: Chosie has been added to the list of simulated targets.] [You have obtained Simulation Ticket *1.] As expected, Chosie was also a character that could be simulated—in fact, this was partly the reason why Rui had come here, as he also intended to test his luck against Sukumi in a moment.
However, acquiring this simulation ticket was a complete, unexpected bonus.
Could it be that the method to obtain simulation tickets was simply to continuously encounter new simulated targets?
“State your purpose, or…
get away from me and my younger siblings.” Snapping back to reality, Rui realized that a bunch of “Convergence” blood orbs compressed by Blood Manipulation were already floating all around Chosie.
Her face was dark and gloomy, looking as though she was about to fire off a couple of Piercing Blood shots at any moment.
“Oh, it’s nothing, Big Sis Chosie.
I just came to take a look.
Once I get to know Itadori later, I’ll bring her over to reunite with you as family.” Not wanting to waste energy on a fight, Rui decisively logged off and refused to battle further, leaving Chosie standing frozen in place all by herself.
“Big Sis…
Chosie?
I shouldn’t have any younger brothers…
Who on earth is this guy?
And who is Itadori?” Rui withdrew his right hand from the Cursed Womb: Death Paintings.
As expected, using Idle Transfiguration to make contact with a cursed object eliminated the risk of the body being unable to endure it and dying, or being taken over via incarnation.
However, in the original work’s Junpei arc, Mahito—who also used Idle Transfiguration—was slashed and wounded by Sukumi for recklessly intruding into Itadori’s soul.
This proved that Sukumi’s slashes could bypass the rule and directly inflict soul damage through Idle Transfiguration.
“Teacher, will you win?” “My, you’ve already asked this question seventy or eighty times…
Hurry up, Ryomen Sukumi, the Queen of Curses—I’ve wanted to taste her flavor for a long time now.” Why did that sound so perverted coming from you, Gojo-sensei?
Rui took a deep breath.
He pressed his left hand onto one of Sukumi’s fingers, while his right hand gripped Ms.
Gojo’s hand…
Different from her usual superficial, idiotic, self-centered, and “modern strongest” stereotypes, her hand was surprisingly soft.
Moreover, for her tall 178cm stature, it could even be considered petite, feeling icy cold as her fingers intertwined with his like fine snow that was just about to melt.
Amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the god-devil clad in the solitary splash of a pure white kimono within this Innate Domain slowly opened her eyes.
— (Complete)