Tokyo, Harajuku.
Itadori sat on the railing, munching on a popsicle: “Say, wasn’t it said that I was the third first-year student?”
“How come there are two more new students enrolling after me?”
Fushiguro explained: “Tokiwa-senpai only decided to join Jujutsu High the day before yesterday, while today’s new student had decided to enroll a long time ago.”
Ryuichi smiled: “Fushiguro, we’re all in the same grade, just call me Ryuichi.”
Thanks to yesterday’s barbecue party, the bond between Ryuichi and the two of them had grown much closer.
Having heard about Ryuichi’s astonishing battle record from Gojo, and coupled with the latter’s age and mature demeanor, Fushiguro was also quite polite toward Ryuichi.
“Sorry to keep you waiting!” Gojo walked out of the mall, waving at the three people by the roadside.
“Ah, your uniforms have all arrived.”
“Yes, they fit very well.”
Gojo approached, looking the three of them over.
The students’ Jujutsu High uniforms were dark blue, but the three of them had slightly different designs.
Fushiguro was wearing the basic model, Itadori’s uniform had a red hood, while Ryuichi’s had a bit of a trench coat feel to it.
“Itadori and Ryuichi’s uniforms were both customized by me. How about it? My taste isn’t bad, right?” Gojo said with a cheeky grin.
Itadori looked at Fushiguro with concern: “Ah, poor Fushiguro.”
Fushiguro ignored Itadori: “So, why did we have to meet in Harajuku?”
Gojo pursed his lips, and the three of them followed his direction, seeing a brown-haired girl who was pestering a talent scout.
“…A model, huh? I mean, what about me?”
“Um… I’m in a hurry…”
“What the hell! Don’t run, explain yourself…”
Itadori hesitated: “Uh… do we really have to go up and say hi to her? It’s a bit embarrassing…”
Ryuichi glanced at Itadori.
This guy had put on a pair of oversized sunglasses at some point and was holding popcorn and a crepe; it was hard to say which of the two was more embarrassing.
Gojo waved: “Hey! Over here, over here!”
The girl turned and walked over.
She was about 1.6 meters tall, also wearing the Jujutsu High student uniform, and had beautiful features.
Gojo clapped his hands: “Alright, let’s introduce ourselves to each other!”
“Nobara Kugisaki.” Although the girl was shorter than the four of them, her gaze held a condescending air.
“You guys should be happy, boys.”
Itadori immediately replied: “I’m Itadori Yuji, from Sendai.”
Fushiguro said indifferently: “Fushiguro Megumi.”
Ryuichi also said casually: “Ryuichi, I used to go to the same high school as Itadori.”
Nobara narrowed her eyes.
“Sigh.” Nobara let out a sigh.
“Why is the environment I’m in always so terrible?”
“You’re actually sighing while looking at someone’s face…” Itadori said indignantly.
“Alright.” Gojo smiled.
“Since the four first-years are all here, and there are three people from out of town, we naturally have to have an exciting ‘Tokyo sightseeing’ tour.”
“Tokyo?” “Sightseeing?” Itadori and Nobara’s eyes lit up.
Gojo said with great enthusiasm: “Let’s go, destination—Roppongi!”
Ryuichi breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed his arrival hadn’t changed too much; Gojo still chose to assign the first Cursed Spirit elimination mission to these two new students.
Since that was the case, he would also have the opportunity to earn some points.
He had only gained 80 points from yesterday’s mission, and he was still a bit short of the ten-pull that would guarantee him an ability.
There were no sudden crises recently, and for Ryuichi, who had a mild case of obsessive-compulsive disorder, he didn’t plan to rely on luck with single pulls for now.
The group laughed and joked as they followed Gojo to a dilapidated building exuding an eerie aura.
“There’s a curse here!” “You liar!” “You’re just bullying us out-of-towners!”
Itadori and Nobara were filled with righteous indignation.
Gojo didn’t feel guilty at all: “I want to see your strength, so consider this a practical assessment.”
“Nobara, Yuji, you two go and eliminate the curse inside the building.”
Itadori was stunned: “Sensei, I don’t know how to use Cursed Energy, so I can’t touch the Cursed Spirit, right?”
The response to Itadori was a kitchen knife handed over by Gojo Satoru.
“Here, the Cursed Tool Slaughter Demon. With a weapon containing Cursed Energy, you can exorcise Cursed Spirits.”
“Oh, and one more thing, don’t let Sukuna out.”
Watching Itadori and Nobara bickering as they walked into the building, Ryuichi looked at Gojo:
“Sensei, do I not need to go?”
Gojo smiled: “I already have a rough idea of your strength from yesterday, but if you want to go up and warm up, that’s fine too.”
Speaking of which, Gojo looked at Fushiguro Megumi on the side:
“Megumi, you need to step it up. Maybe in a while, Ryuichi and the others will surpass you.”
Fushiguro lowered his eyes: “The strength of one’s companions should be considered a good thing.”
Ryuichi looked at the dilapidated building, his thoughts flying:
Fushiguro’s rating was Grade 2 Sorcerer, and Nobara was Grade 3.
Moreover, their Cursed Techniques were definitely considered excellent.
Although Itadori didn’t have a Cursed Technique and couldn’t use Cursed Energy for now, with his physique and talent, after learning and a few practices, his strength would soon surpass Fushiguro’s.
Itadori was fine, but Fushiguro and Nobara clearly lacked a strong will to fight.
If left unchecked, they would definitely not be able to reach the level of a Grade 1 Sorcerer before the Shibuya Incident arrived.
Nobara’s Cursed Technique was crucial, and Fushiguro was a better vessel for the Sukuna inside Itadori.
Therefore, while he grew himself, he also had to drive the growth of the three of them.
“I’ll go in and take a look too.”
Ryuichi got up and walked toward the dilapidated building.
Gojo Satoru sighed: “What a motivated young man.”
Fushiguro turned his head: “Do you need me to go too?”
Gojo smiled: “You’ve just recovered from a major illness, so don’t push yourself.”
He looked at the dilapidated building exuding an eerie aura, lost in thought.
Although Fushiguro Megumi came from a family of Jujutsu Sorcerers and had inherited the quite excellent “Ten Shadows Technique,” and had been personally taught by Gojo for many years, at present, he was only a mediocre Grade 2 Sorcerer.
After his stepsister Tsumiki Fushiguro fell into a coma, he lost the motivation to continue moving forward.
Fushiguro was a child who was extremely starved for love; without his sister, he began to subconsciously close himself off.
“The curse of Yasohachi Bridge…” Gojo looked up at the sky.
“Maybe I should entrust someone to investigate it sometime…”
…
Inside the dilapidated building, Ryuichi walked up the stairs.
Because this mission was relatively simple and he was only acting as a supporting role, Ryuichi didn’t bring shigurekiri.
He now had the experience to easily deal with ordinary Grade 3 Cursed Spirit cannon fodder.
Walking to the corner of the stairs, Ryuichi suddenly stopped.
“Come out, I see you.”
On the ceiling behind him, a basketball-sized, bat-like Cursed Spirit let out a screech and lunged at him.
Ryuichi didn’t even look back, pressing his hand behind him.
Whoosh!
The Cursed Technique “Flame” was activated, and blazing flames engulfed the bat-like Cursed Spirit.
“Squeak—”
The bat-like Cursed Spirit let out a shrill scream before falling to the ground, turning into ashes and dissipating.
[Eliminated Grade 3 Cursed Spirit, Points + 10]
“Only 10 points again…” Ryuichi sighed.