Creak…
squeak~
Watching the late-night bus arrive at the stop, Kenjaku raised his hand and patted Kamo Shizumi on the shoulder, speaking with considerable emotion.
“Work hard. I have rather high expectations for you.”
“Father, I will do my best.”
Since he did not have much luggage to begin with, Kamo Shizumi tightened the backpack on his shoulders and was about to board the bus.
Then he suddenly remembered something and pointed toward Hanami beside him.
What about it?
Meeting Kamo Shizumi’s gaze, Kenjaku smiled faintly and replied in an utterly composed tone:
“Ordinary people cannot see cursed spirits, so there is no need to buy a ticket.”
As for how Hanami would travel…
Hanami very consciously curled itself into a ball and squeezed into a corner of the lower luggage compartment.
“…”
For a villain character, this guy was almost excessively obedient.
Suppressing his urge to complain, Kamo Shizumi rubbed his temples and finally forced out a slightly awkward smile.
“Then I am leaving…”
“Yes. Remember to report promptly once you have completed the mission.”
Watching the bus gradually disappear into the distance, Jogo, who had maintained an indifferent expression the entire time, turned his head halfway.
His single eye swept toward Kenjaku’s back, his tone containing a mixture of confusion and puzzlement.
“Do you dislike this ‘son’ of yours?”
The man dressed in Buddhist robes slightly raised an eyebrow.
As he glanced sideways, the smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.
“No. I actually quite like him… Why do you ask?”
“Then why are you sending him to his death?”
Jogo calmly continued:
“This mission only requires Hanami alone to complete it. You deliberately forced him into the mission. There is no point in doing that.”
Mahito, standing nearby with his hands on his hips, chimed in with a mischievous grin.
“Yeah. Recovering Sukuna’s finger is pretty troublesome, right? I heard that highly concentrated cursed objects like that can easily attract the attention of low-level cursed spirits. Once they swallow one, the sudden surge of cursed energy makes them extremely powerful.”
Well~
“Not as powerful as us, of course.”
Recovering Sukuna’s finger.
As everyone knows, the difficulty of this task varies greatly depending on who is doing it…
Just look at the Juvenile Detention Center arc in the original story.
The cursed spirit that absorbed Sukuna’s finger beat Yuji so badly that it reduced him to tears.
Against a Grade 3 sorcerer, it would probably be like a dump truck against a rotten orange.
It would simply run him over without even slowing down…
Kenjaku merely smiled as he gazed into the distance, without the slightest emotional fluctuation in his voice.
“To be precise, any cursed spirit containing one of Sukuna’s fingers is at least Special Grade level. Hanami will definitely be able to deal with it. Muku will probably struggle, but…”
Following the prescribed steps was the lowest level of thinking.
“If you want to train someone and make them grow quickly, you have to constantly give them the maximum possible amount of pressure. Let me make this clear first: I have never considered gradual development to be a superior educational philosophy.”
Kamo Shizumi would probably roll his eyes if he heard that.
But one had to admit that Kenjaku was also someone who practiced what he preached.
After all, he had treated his beloved “son,” Yuji, in exactly the same way…
He simply applied pressure from every possible direction.
During those few months in the original story, the thousand-year-old monster, working together with Sukuna, managed to push that cheerful young man to the brink of a breakdown several times.
Now that is what they call “the deeper the love, the harsher the discipline.”
Tactical backward lean.
Mahito stuck out his tongue and muttered under his breath:
“What a twisted bastard.”
After Jogo realized that their ways of thinking were completely on different wavelengths, he seemed to give up on communicating any further.
He merely spoke in a reflective tone, casually chatting as though making small talk.
“How far do you think he can grow?”
“Who knows? He is an experimental product, after all. I also hope to see some more imaginative possibilities from him… Honestly, what parent would want their child to amount to nothing?”
Kenjaku shrugged.
Although he appeared completely unconcerned, his tone suddenly shifted at the end.
“But regardless, I sincerely look forward to seeing his progress.”
After all…
“A jujutsu world that is too stable and unchanging is simply too boring.”
…
As the late-night bus gradually disappeared into the distance, Kamo Shizumi finally felt as though he could breathe again.
From the moment he arrived in this world until now, barely a little over an hour had passed in total…
Compared to the growth trajectories of other transmigrators, where their statistics quickly ballooned after arriving in another world, Kamo Shizumi could not help feeling that he had been dealt an exceptionally difficult hand.
But fortunately, he had escaped.
Although he still did not know exactly what the mission was…
There would always be a way once he reached the obstacle.
A living person could not possibly be suffocated by the need to urinate, right?
Furthermore, Kamo Shizumi could use this opportunity to carefully think about what he should do next.
There were surprisingly few passengers on the late-night bus.
Without any distractions, Kamo Shizumi was able to quickly get into the right state of mind.
He sat in his seat, rubbed his temples, and roughly reconstructed the relevant plot in his mind.
First, the Four Disasters.
Jogo and Hanami were both quite old, at least several hundred years old, so they could not really serve as useful references.
Dagon and Mahito were relatively young.
Using them as a chronological reference was still too broad, so he had to narrow down the range further.
Since it was already known that Kenjaku had successfully taken over a body, that meant…
‘The timeline has already passed the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, right?’
This was a very important point in the timeline.
Kamo Shizumi began counting on his fingers.
‘The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons ended on Christmas Eve.
That means it should not be too long before Yuji eats Sukuna’s finger and enrolls at Jujutsu High.’
At most, half a year.
Considering that Yuji entered Jujutsu High around June, Kamo Shizumi took out his phone and glanced at the date.
Holy crap…
It is already February?!
There were only four months left before the main story officially began.
The schedule was undeniably tight.
Fortunately, four months was still enough time to make preparations and organize things…
After all, the plot of Jujutsu Kaisen itself moved extremely quickly.
He only needed to make his move at a few key points.
Furthermore, according to the system’s activation conditions, if he wanted to obtain points and become stronger, the main thing he needed to do was alter the main storyline.
He should take advantage of the time before the story begins to settle down and prepare himself.
Then, once the plot started, he could violently elbow the storyline off course and power himself up!
As everyone knows, a jujutsu sorcerer’s increase in strength has never been linear.
All you need is 1% inspiration, supplemented by 99% talent, plus an absolutely unparalleled imagination…
And you can learn a half-finished Domain.
Something seems wrong here.
Anyway.
Kamo Shizumi gathered his scattered thoughts and once again examined his status panel.
Three free attribute points.
It was not difficult to see that the specific method of increasing his attributes still required him to manually make the selection…
According to his current status panel, Kamo Shizumi had to choose between four branches:
“Total Cursed Energy,” “Efficiency,” “Output,” and “Physical Skills.”
So here was the question.
Which one should Kamo Shizumi increase first?