“There is no major issue with the body, just fainting from excessive shock.”
In the infirmary, after a check-up, the school doctor made a judgment on Riko’s condition.
“That’s good.”
Tokiwa put his bag back on and walked out of the infirmary.
His mind was in chaos right now.
“Cursed Spirit… Cursed Energy… Innate Cursed Technique…”
“It couldn’t be the *Jujutsu Kaisen* world, could it…”
He opened his phone; the date displayed June 25, 2018.
And based on his not-so-reliable memory, the final battle between Jujutsu High and the final boss, Sukuna, seemed to be set for the end of December…
Doesn’t that mean…
Six months later, I’ll be fighting Sukuna?
Is this for real?!
“I’m doomed…” Tokiwa looked deathly pale.
“My peaceful life has been completely destroyed…”
Continuing to stay in Japan was undoubtedly perilous.
Not to mention the Shibuya Incident and the Culling Game, which killed countless ordinary people.
Just say if something went wrong and Kenjaku ended up using all of humanity as material to mold the Great Combined Cursed Spirit, it would be absolutely over, even if one fled to a foreign country.
“Damn it, if only I had awakened Cursed Energy sooner, I wouldn’t be in such a sorry state.”
“But that’s not necessarily true…”
As Tokiwa walked, he scoured his memories.
The casualties on the Jujutsu High side were tragic, largely due to the information gap.
Whether it was the Shibuya Incident, where Gojo Satoru was sealed;
Yuki and Choso being defeated by Kenjaku, and Tengen being absorbed;
Sukuna making a binding vow with Itadori, and the Culling Game where he possessed Fushiguro;
Or in the end, Gojo suffering losses due to the Open-Barrier Domain, the “loan” tactics, and suffering a crushing defeat against Sukuna.
As long as he joined Jujutsu High, with his earth-shattering wisdom, he could manipulate Gojo and Okkotsu, and wouldn’t mere Sukuna and Kenjaku be easily played in the palm of his hand?
But, this only existed in theory.
The Jujutsu Higher-ups, the Sukuna and Kenjaku side, and even the allies at Jujutsu High could all introduce variables during this process, making the advantage Tokiwa had from knowing the original plot smaller and smaller.
“Sigh…” Tokiwa sighed up at the sky.
“Now I can only hope that this system is powerful enough…”
With a thought, a light blue transparent panel appeared before his eyes.
[Initializing Flame Sorcerer System.]
[Name: Ryuichi]
[Strength Rating: Grade 4]
[Innate Cursed Technique: Flame (Grade C)]
[Points: 10]
[Stat Allocation] [Ability Extraction] [Inventory]
It was a very simple panel; the mechanism of its function was likely related to the [Stat Allocation] and [Ability Extraction] below.
The Cursed Spirit he had just eliminated provided him with 10 points, which should be the currency used for consumption.
“Stat Allocation? I won’t turn into one of those hulking brutes, will I…”
While thinking this, Tokiwa mentally clicked on [Stat Allocation].
Inside, there were only four values: Physical Strength, Taijutsu, Total Cursed Energy, and Cursed Energy Manipulation Precision, all showing Grade 4, which was the level of an ordinary person.
Furthermore, his points didn’t seem to be used for upgrading attributes.
Glancing at the [Inventory] and confirming there were no beginner gift packs or anything of the sort inside, Tokiwa clicked on [Ability Extraction].
The system prompt sounded again:
[In the Ability Extraction interface, you can spend points to draw flame abilities from fantasy works.]
[You can draw once for every 10 points; a guaranteed ability will appear on the 1st draw and every 10th draw.]
“Wow, there’s a pity system…” Tokiwa complained.
“Is this all the beginner benefits? It’s really pathetic…”
“Then let’s do a single draw; miracles happen in single draws!”
Whoosh—
With a flash of golden light, a skill card appeared in Tokiwa’s inventory.
[Name: Lord Flame]
[Rating: C (Upgradeable, Upper Limit A)]
[Effect: Through meditation and incantation, detonate surrounding fire elements to produce a high-temperature, high-heat explosive shockwave.]
“Whoa—”
Tokiwa glanced at it.
The system’s ability ratings were divided into four tiers: S, A, B, and C.
His initial Cursed Technique [Flame] was an ordinary technique for emitting flames, with an upper limit of only C.
“It really pulled gold; not bad.”
“Looking at this situation, my shortcomings in physical strength and Cursed Energy can also be improved later.”
“Before the critical turning points arrive, I must work hard to become stronger…”
Tokiwa walked out of the school gate and found a muscular, blonde man in a suit and glasses already waiting by the roadside.
“You must be the owner of the ‘Residuals,’ right? Can you spare some time to talk?”
The man spoke with a serious expression and a low tone.
Just by looking at his demeanor, one could sense that this was a corporate slave who despised his job.
Nanami Kento.
A Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer from Jujutsu High, the second-strongest worker (the strongest is Gojo), and the record holder for “Black Flash.”
He had come here undoubtedly to investigate Tokiwa’s recent battle with the Grade 3 Cursed Spirit.
The Jujutsu Higher-ups were useless at doing real work, but they were quite enthusiastic about such trivial matters…
Tokiwa nodded and followed Nanami toward the nearest café.
It was already night, and the café was about to close.
The two chose a seat by the window, each ordered a drink, and sat down.
After briefly asking about the encounter with the Cursed Spirit and “popularizing” some knowledge about the Jujutsu World for Tokiwa, Nanami held up the ballpoint pen in his hand and looked at Tokiwa through his glasses.
“Tokiwa-kun.”
“In other words, you suddenly awakened a Cursed Technique, saw that Grade 3 Cursed Spirit, and exorcised it, right?”
“Yes.” Tokiwa replied.
In the *Jujutsu Kaisen* world, without external intervention, it was almost impossible to awaken a Cursed Technique later in life.
Tokiwa’s situation was undoubtedly extremely rare.
Nanami tapped the notebook on the table with the tip of his pen, lost in thought.
After a while, he spoke again: “May I ask, what is your Cursed Technique?”
But after speaking, he added: “If you don’t want to enter Jujutsu High, you don’t have to answer, but you will need to register relevant information and accept a certain degree of surveillance.”
Tokiwa thought for a moment, then rubbed a small flame between his fingertips.
“Flame Manipulation, I suppose. The ability to release flames.”
“Joining Jujutsu High is fine too; it just so happens that I also want to learn about Curses and Jujutsu Sorcerers.”
Hearing the first half, a trace of imperceptible disappointment appeared in Nanami’s eyes.
Talents with the aptitude for being a Jujutsu Sorcerer were few and far between, and some even joined the camp of Curse Users.
Jujutsu High was chronically understaffed; even first-year students had to execute missions beyond their capabilities.
He had finally unearthed an acquired ‘talent,’ yet it was just a fairly ordinary Cursed Technique.
Nanami reminded him in a deep voice: “You must think clearly; Jujutsu High is not just a school. Once you become a student, you must simultaneously take on tasks such as exorcising Cursed Spirits.”
Tokiwa’s expression remained unchanged: “I have already thought it through. Rather than passively accepting surveillance, it is better to join Jujutsu High, understand Curses, and master Cursed Energy.”
“That’s fine. Your age is appropriate, so I can recommend you for enrollment in the first year of Jujutsu High.” Upon hearing this, Nanami ceased his dissuasion.
Tokiwa raised his hand and asked: “Just to ask, how many people are in the first year at Jujutsu High right now?”
Nanami thought for a moment: “Currently, there is only one boy who was raised by another teacher, and there is also a girl from a Jujutsu Sorcerer family who will enroll in a few days.”
Wait.
Tokiwa was stunned.
At this very moment, Itadori hasn’t enrolled yet?
He suddenly remembered that two or three hours ago, he seemed to have seen a spiky-haired boy chasing a pink-haired athlete on the playground.
Seriously…
That couldn’t be Itadori and Fushiguro, could it?
Oh no.
Tokiwa turned his head and looked at the night scene outside the window.
At this time, Itadori hasn’t already swallowed Sukuna’s Finger, has he…
Watching Tokiwa, whose face looked a bit unpleasant, Nanami asked suspiciously: “Are you not feeling well, Tokiwa-kun?”
“It’s nothing…”
Draining the milk in his cup, Tokiwa had an urge to shed tears.
“I’m doomed, I missed the first turning point…”