Having said that, he took out his phone and snapped a commemorative photo of his own face alongside the black and white photograph on the tombstone.
After backing it up, he stood up, took off the black kimono, neatly folded it, and placed it in front of the tombstone.
He dialed Gojo Satoru's phone number and said, "I've finished handling things here. Could you please come pick me up? Thank you."
"So fast?"
Gojo Satoru was currently sitting on a sofa, holding two reports in his hand.
After glancing at them, he placed them on the table and continued, "I thought you would stay for two or three days before coming over. You're really…"
The two reports on the table were one for Yuuki, and one for someone named Yuta Okkotsu.
Having finished his phone call, Yuuki was currently sitting on a roadside chair, watching the passersby walking around him.
Some of them had strangely-shaped cursed spirits attached to them.
Some were similar to newborn babies, with a hint of scarlet in their black eyes, hugging the necks of men with both hands, constantly calling out: "Father, Daddy, Papa…"
Some were similar to centipedes, but with the head of a human female. Its body was tightly wrapped around the man's body, whispering vicious words:
"If I die, you won't have an easy time either, you won't, you won't, you won't, you won't…"
Some were similar to kittens, calmly perched on women's heads, their black tails swaying freely, seemingly expressing their current mood.
"So these are cursed spirits…"
Yuuki began to think about the memories of the original host.
Although his past memories were like shattered pieces of a mirror, difficult to piece together, the things from the past two years were still fresh in his mind.
He was just an ordinary high school student, the most ordinary of the ordinary.
His exam scores were unremarkable, his athletic abilities were nothing special, but his appearance was passable, and he usually had a kind of carefree and rebellious vibe.
He was what you'd call a poser.
Logically speaking, even if someone like him awakened in a crisis, he wouldn't be appreciated by Gojo Satoru, so what was the reason?
Moreover, the process of him killing the cursed spirit last night was still vivid in his mind.
The world before his eyes had suddenly slowed down in an instant, and his eyes seemed to be filled with a power.
The cursed spirit, which he couldn't see before, instantly became visible.
In that indignant will, everything about it seemed so ridiculous, its movements were slow as a turtle, and full of openings.
Scarlet cursed energy involuntarily covered the surface of his body, and then there was no then.
The cursed spirit died on the spot for some unknown reason, and he also fainted.
The source of these clues all pointed to his eyes.
Yuuki looked at himself in the phone screen. He didn't feel any changes in his black pupils, but he could feel that there was something indescribable that had appeared out of nowhere within his body.
He knew that this should be cursed energy. After sending Gojo Satoru and the others away last night, he had tried to control this power, but it had all ended in failure.
It was like mud, difficult to control.
"Hey, are you the new transfer student?"
A crisp and forthright female voice came.
Yuuki looked up at the person who had spoken. She was wearing a black uniform, her dark green hair was tied into a ponytail, and her eyes, which were looking back and forth, seemed to be comparing him to a photograph.
"If this is Jujutsu High, then yes, I'm Yuuki."
"I'm Maki Zenin. I've come to pick you up. To be honest, my first impression of you is pretty average."
Maki Zenin, huh… So the current timeline is before Yuta Okkotsu, the year before the protagonist enrolled.
Looking at Maki Zenin, who was wearing glasses, Yuuki grinned, stood up, extended his right hand, and said:
"If you see me as so weak, then please protect me without compensation. After all, I'm really weak."
.....
Maki Zenin, looking at Yuuki, who so boldly admitted it, was actually at a loss for words for a moment. After all, Gojo Satoru's words to her in the phone were very clear.
That was that the boy before her had no small amount of potential, and his words just now were meant to find an opportunity to test his strength.
Was it really okay to admit it so decisively…?
Yuuki didn't care what she thought.
His top priority now was to latch onto a powerful figure and coast through life.
After all, this place was really dangerous, and without a powerful figure to rely on, it was easy to die a sudden death.
With a solid figure like Maki, coasting through life would definitely be stable!
"Ahem!"
Maki Zenin coughed twice and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to Jujutsu High."
"Alright!"
Yuuki followed behind Maki, asking as they walked, "It looks pretty big. How old are you this year?"
"Fifteen."
"Fifteen, huh? You're really well-developed. What do you usually eat?"
"Fast food."
"Fast food? Why don't you cook for yourself?"
"It's a hassle. You ask a lot of questions!"
"Isn't this concern for your health? Eating too much fast food is bad for your body. How about I become your head chef? It'll only be 50,000 yen a month, that's really cheap!"
Yuuki was now falling back on his old profession from his previous life.
…
Maki Zenin was speechless, and said, "Cheap my ass. If you want a beating, just say so."
Yuuki waved his hand and said, "It's not cheap at all? My skills are comparable to a three-star chef. That's just the cost of the ingredients, I'm not making much at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, Maki Zenin in front of him stopped walking, her brown pupils staring straight at him, her fists gradually clenching as if she was about to throw a punch.
"I'm telling you, gentlemen use words, not violence. I'm concerned about your health, don't you waste those eyes of yours."
Yuuki said as he retreated. After all, when it came to fighting, he was just trash. What was the point of studying medicine to save the world if he was going to use violence to hurt people?
The main thing was that he was really trash… He was self-aware when it came to his own fighting ability.
Maki Zenin looked at Yuuki retreating, sighed, took out a 5,000 yen bill from her pocket, handed it over and said, "Use this to buy it for me. If it doesn't taste good, you're finished."
"Of course. If it doesn't taste good, you can beat me up."
Yuuki took the 5,000 yen from her hand and put it in his pocket, his eyes full of smugness, as if saying: I'll cook, don't worry.
Hehe, so this is how I'll earn money in the future. I can earn a lot of money just by moving my hands and buying groceries. I'm so awesome.
50,000 yen for one person, 100,000 yen for two, 150,000 yen for three.
Even if I don't become a jujutsu sorcerer, I can still support myself by opening a restaurant!
It feels like this start is pretty good.
"Jujutsu High, also known as Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, is one of only two jujutsu education institutions in all of Japan.
On the surface, it's a private religious school. Many jujutsu sorcerers are here, and after graduating, they also use this place as a starting point for their activities.
It's not just education, but also the execution of missions and providing support. It's a key location in the jujutsu world."
Yuuki listened to Gojo Satoru's introduction, looking around at the tree-filled Jujutsu High School, smelling the air that wasn't filled with dust, and immediately felt refreshed in body and mind.
As for Maki Zenin, who had led the way, she had left directly, and Gojo Satoru was taking over to handle the handover.
"In any case, you'll have to have a meeting with the principal next. There's a chance you'll be rejected from enrolling, so you'll have to try your best!"
"Eh!"
Yuuki looked at the tall Gojo Satoru in front of him with a shocked expression, and asked, there's still a test?
I can't control the cursed energy in my body right now. What if I get expelled?
Gojo Satoru: "It's not a cursed energy test, so there's no problem. As long as your personality isn't particularly twisted."
…..
Yuuki was speechless: "A twisted personality… Why do I feel like there's something behind your words…"
Gojo Satoru: How could that be? It's just that I can sense that you're different. I've also looked at your file.
Yuuki, 15 years old, often skips class, grades are average, extremely dependent on his parents, and there's no precedent of jujutsu sorcerers in your ancestry.
Yuuki: "And then? What does all this mean?"
Gojo Satoru: "It's nothing. Originally, I thought you would lock yourself in your room for a few weeks or even months to calm down and accept the facts, but I didn't expect you to come so quickly."
…..
Yuuki was silent for a moment, and said, "Maybe… my personality is indeed twisted. But that doesn't mean anything. I'm not the person I used to be anymore."
"You're pretty self-aware."
Gojo Satoru lowered his head, staring intently at the boy's eyes before him, and found that he wasn't joking. He then pushed open the black wooden door, and led him into a spacious room.
The floor of the room was clean and empty. A burly man with spiky black hair and sunglasses was currently sewing a cloth doll with a needle.
He didn't look up, but said as he sewed, "Is this the student you've taken a liking to, Satoru?"
"Yes, I met him while getting a late-night snack. I originally thought he would come a month later, but I didn't expect him to call me today. I feel like he's a very good prospect."
Gojo Satoru had a smile on his face, seeming very satisfied with Yuuki by his side.
"Hello, my name is Yuuki. I've come to study jujutsu."
Yuuki bowed 45 degrees, not hiding anything.
"Hmm."
The man looked at the perfect doll in his hand, then cut the thread, looked up at Yuuki, and asked, "You want to learn about curses, learn how to exorcise curses, and then what?"
Of course, I want to exorcise curses, and then go study medicine or open a restaurant or something.
After all, I've seen curses and realized the danger of this world. If I don't learn how to exorcise curses, then I can only wait to die, or watch the people closest to me die before my eyes.
These are all very painful for me.
"Hmm, the reason is acceptable," the man stood up, shook his right hand that had been holding the needle, and asked, Next is to test your resolve.
The simplest method is to bring you close to death. Are you ready?!
"Hey! Wait, didn't you say there wouldn't be a practical test?"
Yuuki hurriedly waved his hand and retreated, glancing at Gojo Satoru out of the corner of his eye, his flustered eyes seeming to say:
Come and help me out, I'm not good at fighting.
Gojo Satoru stuck out his tongue in an irresponsible manner, took two steps back, and said with a smile:
"This really isn't a cursed energy test. It's just testing your resolve. At most, it'll hurt for two days, it's nothing."
Hurt for two days…
…..
"Nothing my ass! Is it because it's not you getting beaten up?"
As soon as Yuuki finished complaining, a cloth doll suddenly stuck to his face. If you looked closely, it was the one that the principal had just finished sewing!
The seemingly soft and powerless fist now unleashed a heavy blow like that of a grown man, slamming hard into his chest.
So fast!
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