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Ryosuke felt a chill run down his spine. Ume Hospital…
Yes, he remembered. His thoughts spun wildly, a question growing louder in his mind. What did Satoru Gojo know about him, and why this sudden interest?
He had figured his clash with the curse at the hospital might attract some attention, but the idea that Satoru Gojo—the most powerful sorcerer he had ever admired—would show up because of it seemed inconceivable.
It had to be a coincidence… or maybe Satoru was acting on his own. Who could really give him orders? Ryosuke doubted anyone could.
He cast a questioning glance at his aunt, uncertain. "Tell me, Auntie… do you really know this guy?"
Yuki rolled her eyes and shrugged with an exasperated sigh. "Yeah. He's the narcissist I told you about earlier."
Ryosuke looked back at Satoru. "So… you're really the strongest jujutsu sorcerer?"
Satoru smirked. He tilted his head toward Yuki, feigning surprise. "Well now, Miss Yuki, I didn't know you thought so highly of me. That's flattering."
Yuki's face darkened immediately, her brows furrowing in clear irritation. With a swift motion, she flicked the back of her nephew's head. He yelped in surprise, rubbing the spot with a sulky expression.
"Stop fooling around!" she scolded sharply. "I want you to tell me the truth about that hospital incident. Now. No dodging."
Ryosuke lowered his head slightly, heat rising to his cheeks. Under her piercing gaze, he mumbled in a voice barely audible: "I… I didn't do anything. That curse I was fighting that day—it's the one that caused all the trouble."
Amusement flickered in Satoru's eyes as he exchanged a knowing look with Yuki. "Easy, Miss Yuki. Don't be too hard on him. He's just a young sorcerer, after all." Then, with a casual step forward, he approached Ryosuke, his tone gentle yet curious. "That said… my boy, the cursed energy detected in the hospital seemed to come largely… from you."
Ryosuke's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening in shock.
Shit, I really screwed up!
Of course… he should have known. Gojo's Six Eyes, capable of perceiving even the faintest traces of cursed energy, wouldn't have missed a thing.
"What exactly do you want, Satoru?" Yuki asked sharply, gripping her nephew's shoulder as if to shield him.
Satoru tilted his head slightly, adjusting his glasses with a calm motion. An enigmatic smile played on his lips. "Nothing more than simple curiosity, Miss Yuki," he said, his piercing gaze locking on Ryosuke. "At Ume Hospital, I detected a concentration of cursed energy that was… unusual. A place that run-down should have been overrun by curses. And yet, when we arrived, everything looked intact, untouched. It was… quiet, almost too quiet."
He let the silence linger, still staring at Ryosuke, as though measuring his reactions. "But…" He paused, a mischievous smile tugging at his mouth. "In truth, the place was saturated with residual cursed energy—so much that it suggested a particularly powerful event had occurred there. I wanted to know the source. And I must admit… your nephew surprised me. For someone so young to conceal his energy like that, it takes rare talent."
A mix of pride and unease welled up inside Ryosuke. He dropped his gaze, though his heart pounded furiously.
"My nephew did nothing wrong, Satoru," Yuki cut in, her voice sharp as a blade. "It was nothing but an accident."
Satoru nodded, still smiling.
"Of course, Miss Yuki. I understand." He adopted a mock-thoughtful expression, as if toying with his own musings, before adding casually: "But tell me, Miss Tsukumo… have you ever spoken to your nephew about Jujutsu High?"
At that, Yuki's gaze hardened, nearly feral, as she glared at him.
"My nephew is not up for grabs, Satoru," she declared coldly.
Ryosuke glanced at her, confused.
From what he knew of the manga, Satoru might be narcissistic, but he was kind-hearted and opposed the vile practices of the jujutsu elders. His aunt, however, clearly harbored some grudge toward him.
Did they have some kind of problem in the manga?
Satoru raised his hands, feigning innocence. "Relax, Miss Tsukumo. I'm here out of curiosity, nothing more." His eyes shifted to Ryosuke. "But you know as well as I do that your nephew has exceptional potential… It would be a shame for it to be wasted in the shadows."
Yuki muttered softly, almost to herself: "I'm already handling his training…"
"I see," Satoru replied, with a knowing smile. "Very well, I won't insist."
Then, in his usual effortless elegance, Satoru straightened, casually adjusting his glasses. "It's been a pleasure, kid. And Miss Tsukumo…" His sly gaze shifted toward her, a playful smirk on his lips. "Take good care of him."
With that, he vanished behind the curtain.
Ryosuke stood frozen, overwhelmed by the encounter he'd never dreamed possible. His heart still pounded, but excitement outweighed his nerves.
The moment Satoru was gone, Ryosuke turned to his aunt, eyes gleaming.
"Auntie, you told me about the Tokyo school, I—" he began.
"It'll be Kyoto, Ryosuke," she cut him off.
Ryosuke bit his lip, thrown off balance.
Tokyo was his dream. That's where Satoru and most of the big names of the manga were. Going to Kyoto felt like taking a detour when he was already at the doorstep.
He drew a deep breath, ready to protest, but Yuki crossed her arms and locked eyes with him.
"Are you planning to disobey your aunt?" she asked, her tone sharp enough to cut, her eyes almost sparking.
The boy scratched the back of his head nervously.
Ryosuke knew his aunt never acted strict without reason. He couldn't quite recall why she seemed to feel so strongly—he didn't remember that detail in the manga.
On one hand, disappointment weighed on him at the thought of missing Tokyo and the protagonists he could have met. But Kyoto wasn't without promise. He remembered that some of its secondary characters, though less recognized, were remarkable in their own ways. Maybe it would turn out to be just as exciting an adventure.
Kyoto wasn't really highlighted in the manga. This is my chance. Besides, I'll meet the others eventually. No need to rush…
Yuki, noting his silence and his slightly downcast expression, rested a hand on his messy hair. She leaned closer, her voice soft, almost soothing.
"Don't worry, Ryosuke. I'm sure you'll love Kyoto. It's a thousand times better than Tokyo. And… you'll meet my student there."
Ryosuke blinked, a surprised smile tugging at his lips. Yuki smirked proudly at his reaction.
She must mean Todo. Yeah, he's definitely someone worth meeting…
"I trained a boy a few years ago," she continued dreamily. "He's your age, and you'll likely be classmates there."
She paused to look at him for a long moment, her eyes glinting with amusement. Then she lifted her chin slightly and added:
"But of course, when it comes to talent, my nephew is incomparable. I'm sure you'll surpass everyone you meet there."
Yuki sighed, her gaze drifting for a moment.
"Well… I'll have to come up with a solid argument to convince your mother," she muttered with a weary little smile. "And trust me, she's not easy to sway."
Straightening her shoulders, she turned back to Ryosuke.
"But first, there's one last thing we need to do before heading home."
"What is it, Auntie?"
Truthfully, Ryosuke had had enough for the day. He was more eager to go home and train than to face another one of her demands. His exchange with her had already opened incredible possibilities before him.
If what I think is true, then sorry Satoru and Sukuna—I'm the strongest…
Yuki smirked, mischief in her eyes. "We need an alibi…"
That snapped Ryosuke back to reality.
"Alibi?" he echoed, not getting it at first.
Then his eyes widened in realization. Right. They'd been out for hours. They needed a cover story.
He looked at his aunt, waiting for her suggestion.
"Ryosuke, your clothes are in terrible shape, don't you think?"
At that, Ryosuke's face fell.
"Don't tell me you mean…"