After registering his personal information, Ryuichi, refusing to give up, bid farewell to Kento Nanami, returned to the school, and climbed onto the rooftop of the teaching building.
“As expected.”
Looking at the chaotic mess on the rooftop before him, Ryuichi’s gaze narrowed slightly.
“Yuji Itadori has already swallowed Sukuna’s Finger.”
“Satoru Gojo has already fought against the one-fingered Ryomen Sukuna.”
He crouched down and touched the concrete block beneath him, which looked as if it had been torn apart by giant, sharp claws.
“Dismantle…”
Cursed Technique: Malevolent Shrine.
In terms of raw Cursed Technique performance alone, it might not be considered the absolute top tier.
But when combined with the terrifying stats and combat intelligence of the strongest from a thousand years ago—Ryomen Sukuna—it was enough for him to easily handle the vast majority of situations.
Long-range slashes with “Dismantle,” close-range cutting with “Cleave,” and wrapping his body in tiny slashes to simulate the impenetrability of Limitless…
Even with just one finger, which is one-twentieth of the total Cursed Energy and soul of the main body, it was enough for him to look down upon the vast majority of Special Grade Cursed Spirits and Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers.
Let alone his current self; even if he were to use the Cursed Energy output of a Grade 1 Sorcerer to activate a Grade A-enhanced Lord Flame, it would likely be easily blocked by him.
Ryuichi stood up, his expression solemn.
Since that was the case, the first thing he needed to do was prevent the contract between Ryomen Sukuna and Yuji Itadori.
As a vessel, Yuji Itadori could suppress Ryomen Sukuna’s control over the body.
In this way, he could prevent any sudden attacks from Ryomen Sukuna until the Shibuya Incident.
“Sigh, there’s still never enough time…”
Ryuichi sighed softly and walked off the rooftop.
Before the “Juvenile Detention Center” incident, he had to save up at least 100 points to further develop the potential of the Flame Sorcerer System…
Ryuichi opened the door, changed into slippers in the entryway, and walked into the house.
He didn’t know if it was just his imagination, but he could even feel a faint echo.
A hundred-square-meter apartment was still too empty for one person.
“Sigh.”
After experiencing a terrible evening, his wonderful, leisurely life had gone down the drain.
Ryuichi had no mood to kill time, so he hurriedly washed up and threw himself onto the bed.
Beep, beep.
[Received a text message from Kento Nanami.]
Ryuichi opened his phone to see the time and place for tomorrow’s meeting.
“Tokyo Jujutsu High… Ryomen Sukuna… Juvenile Detention Center…”
Putting down his phone and pondering his future plans, Ryuichi gradually closed his eyes.
Noon, Tokyo Jujutsu High.
“It’s really remote.”
On the bumpy mountain road deep in the forest, Ryuichi, who had been jostled all morning, remarked casually.
First taking the Shinkansen, then being driven by Kento Nanami, they had finally arrived at Tokyo Jujutsu High on the outskirts of Tokyo.
Kento Nanami, walking in front, replied: “After all, Tokyo Jujutsu High needs to keep a low profile; this is a necessary measure.”
“Tokyo Jujutsu High and Kyoto Jujutsu High are the only two Jujutsu educational institutions in the country, and they are also our bases of operation as Jujutsu Sorcerers and the core of the Jujutsu World.”
“Whether it’s adult Jujutsu Sorcerers or students, everyone must carry out relevant tasks, including exorcising Cursed Spirits, tracking down suspicious Curse Users, and so on…”
‘So it’s just a combination of Hogwarts and S.H.I.E.L.D…’ Ryuichi, who already knew the setting, muttered inwardly.
To be fair, the Jujutsu World was indeed quite small.
Even counting the staff at Tokyo Jujutsu High and the non-ability users of the Jujutsu Sorcerer families, the total number of people in the entire Jujutsu World was less than a thousand.
Compared to the country’s population base of one hundred million, the talent for being a Jujutsu Sorcerer could be said to be one in a hundred thousand.
Kento Nanami continued as he climbed the stairs: “In a moment, you will have an interview with the Principal. If you pass successfully, I will help you connect with your teachers and other classmates.”
‘A teacher, huh…’ Ryuichi felt a bit conflicted.
First-year teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo.
The strongest of the modern era, possessing extraordinary talent, born with the Six Eyes, and the Limitless Cursed Technique.
But correspondingly, there was his laziness and arrogance.
As the strongest, he failed to accomplish anything in the original plot.
Defeated by Toji Fushiguro in his youth, sealed during the Shibuya Incident, and cut in two by Ryomen Sukuna in the final battle…
Half of this was due to an information gap, and the other half stemmed from his complacency in always believing he had the big picture under control.
Even his ultimate death was a result of “letting his guard down, didn’t dodge”…
If he could “manually control” Satoru Gojo himself, he could naturally crush all conspiracies with absolute power.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.
If he revealed everything to them right from the start, he would definitely be treated as a madman.
He had to build up favorability with Satoru Gojo and the classmates, and then use his own wisdom to slowly influence the course of the battle…
As Ryuichi’s thoughts churned, the two had already crossed a sea of trees and arrived in front of a building complex that looked as if it were a temple.
“Alright, I’ll drop you off here.” Kento Nanami adjusted his glasses.
“The Principal is waiting for you in the main hall ahead.”
“Thanks, Mr. Nanami.”
Ryuichi waved his hand and walked forward.
Kento Nanami’s personality was typically cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
Even though picking up new students was a job that could be left to an Assistant Supervisor, he did it himself, making him a model worker of the Jujutsu World.
Creak—
Ryuichi pushed open the hall doors.
What came into view was a dim environment, candlelight, paper talismans, paintings, and also…
A burly man with sunglasses doing needlework amidst a pile of cute dolls.
Principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High, wielder of the Cursed Corpse Technique, Masamichi Yaga.
Seeing Ryuichi enter, Masamichi Yaga pulled out a stack of documents.
“Ryuichi, seventeen years old, parents deceased, currently attending Sendai Third High School.”
The hall doors had already closed, and Masamichi Yaga’s deep voice echoed in the hall.
“In the first seventeen years of your life, you never had any dealings with curses, yet yesterday, facing a Grade 3 Cursed Spirit that was about to kill your classmate, you awakened Cursed Energy.”
“Why is that?”
Ryuichi was silent for a moment: “Mr. Nanami said that ordinary people cannot see Cursed Spirits, and only when they are on the verge of death and contaminated by the Cursed Energy of a Cursed Spirit can they open their spiritual vision.”
“And since Cursed Energy is the power of negative emotions, perhaps I stimulated the corresponding talent between life and death and awakened Cursed Energy.”
Masamichi Yaga nodded slightly.
Ryuichi’s background was very clean, and the possibility he mentioned was indeed theoretically valid.
“Then, the next question.” Masamichi Yaga continued.
“Why do you want to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer? Why do you want to come to Tokyo Jujutsu High to study?”
Although Jujutsu Sorcerers were superhumans with power, it was also a rather twisted profession.
Not only did they have to face filthy Cursed Spirits born from the evil thoughts in people’s hearts, but they were also constantly at risk of their cherished companions dying.
Kento Nanami had once briefly left the Jujutsu World, stimulated by the death of his close friend Yu Haibara.
His senior, Suguru Geto, had even defected directly, triggering the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons a year ago, which led to a series of disasters.
Firm conviction and a twisted worldview were the excellent qualities of a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
“I want to protect myself.” Ryuichi said calmly.
“Yesterday, I saw a Cursed Spirit, and according to Mr. Nanami, that was only a Grade 3 Cursed Spirit with little combat ability.”
“If I just possess Cursed Energy without systematic training, maybe one day when I encounter a Grade 2 or even a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, I might lose my life.”
“I want to possess… the power to establish myself in this world.”