A week later, life had normalized dramatically. Tsumiki was fully recovered, walking around and happily reconnecting with Megumi, who was borderline overprotective. Gojo had practically declared Aiden a national treasure after seeing the healing work.
The only constant chaos was Yorozu. She was permanently installed inside Aiden's mind, obsessively screaming her devotion twenty-four seven.
The headache was constant. Yorozu's obsession had become a background hum of obsession, neediness, and manic worship. "My darling my king my everything! WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME?! I'M RIGHT HERE! TALK TO ME!" She never stopped. Never paused. Every second was a relentless barrage of devotion that was frankly exhausting to tolerate.
Aiden walked down the street, a paper bag of his favorite sweets in hand. The evening air was cool, the streets quiet. For once, a rare moment of peace.
Then *she* started again.
"You bought sweets!" Yorozu shrieked inside his head, her voice dripping with needy desperation. "Are you going to share them? Are they for ME?"
Aiden's expression darkened. He stopped walking abruptly, the sweet bag rustling in his tightening grip. His other hand clenched into a fist as he took a deep, frustrated breath.
"ANSWER ME! ARE THEY FOR ME? YOU ALWAYS IGNORE ME! YOU NEVER TALK TO ME! YOU NEVER LOOK AT ME! YOU NEVER TOUCH ME! I'M RIGHT HERE! IN YOUR SOUL! YOUR PERFECT SOUL!"
"OK, Yes, there for you."
The mental screaming stopped INSTANTLY.
Yorozu went from hysterical obsession to absolute, meltdown euphoria. The entire consciousness inside his head turned into vibrating, gooey worship. "FOR ME?! FOR ME?! FOR ME?! MY DARLING! MY KING! MY PERFECT GOD!" She was practically melting, sounding dangerously intoxicated with love.
(I really need to get her a body.) he thought It was the only logical solution. Having a cursed sorceress from the Heian Era screaming her undying love inside his skull twenty-four hours a day was unsustainable. He needed a vessel—a body for Yorozu to inhabit. Someone durable, compatible, and ideally someone he wouldn't mind dealing with physically.
Yorozu overheard the thought instantly. "A BODY?!"
"A BODY?!" Yorozu shrieked with delight, her mental presence practically vibrating with anticipation. "You would give me a body?! WOULD YOU?! MY DARLING! YOU ARE THE MOST WONDERFUL CREATURE IN EXISTENCE!"
Her voice was ecstatic, practically reverent—but Aiden could already sense the underlying madness. A physical Yorozu? The world wasn't ready.
A Grade 1 cursed spirit. That was the minimum requirement. Yorozu's insane obsession, her Heian Era madness, her overwhelming cursed energy—anything weaker would be consumed or destroyed instantly. He needed something durable, something that could withstand her personality AND her technique.
Inside his mind, Yorozu was ALREADY fantasizing. "WHO?! WHO WILL IT BE?!"
"A BODY! A BODY! A BODY!" Yorozu's voice echoed relentlessly through his mind, giddy with manic anticipation. "WHO IS WORTHY OF CARRYING ME?! WHO IS STRONG ENOUGH TO HOLD MY ESSENCE?!"
She sounded delighted—but Aiden knew better. A Grade 1 spirit was the absolute bare minimum.
His senses spread outwards, quiet and methodical. The city hummed with hidden darkness, the faint traces of curses scattered like ripples. A few low-level curses—pests, nothing worth noting. A couple of Grade 2—still garbage. Then, a flicker.
There. Far across the city, in an abandoned hospital district. A dense, suffocating concentration of cursed energy.
"Mmm..." Yorozu hummed inside his mind, her presence instinctively drawn to the powerful cursed energy. "Something big... Something old... Something MASSIVE." Her voice dropped to a hungry whisper. "Go see, my king. Go claim what is rightfully mine."
Aiden moved quickly through the streets, the paper bag of sweets still clutched in one hand. The cursed energy grew stronger with each block he approached. The abandoned hospital district loomed ahead—shattered windows, rusted infrastructure, weeds choking through concrete.
And then he felt it.
Something ancient. Something powerful. Something... Grade 1.
Yorozu went DEAD SILENT inside his mind. Completely.
Silence. Absolute, terrifying silence from Yorozu. For the first time in a week, the screaming stopped. Her presence wasn't gone, but she was intensely focused, sensing a vessel that might actually be worthy of containing her Heian-era essence.
Aiden stepped through the shattered hospital entrance. The air was heavy, suffocating with malice.
The scent of decay and old blood hung thick in the air. The corridor stretched ahead, dark and littered with debris. At the end, a massive presence pulsed—one strong enough to make even powerful sorcerers hesitate.
Then he saw it.
A colossal, twisted shape writhing in the shadows of the hospital's main hall. A Grade 1—no, something worse.
His eyes narrowed. That wasn't just Grade 1. The cursed energy signature was off the charts—Special Grade. It was a Special Grade that had been hiding in the shadows for decades, too paranoid to roam, too ancient to be foolish.
In his mind, Yorozu had gone COMPLETELY silent. She was absolutely dead serious now.
The creature emerged from the darkness slowly. It was a grotesque amalgamation of limbs and eyes, towering three meters tall. Its cursed energy was thick, palpable—like breathing through wet cotton. It snarled, white eyes fixed on Aiden.
Inside his mind Yorozu finally spoke. Her voice was cold. No screaming. No whining. Pure Heian-era warrior.
"Kill it."
The Special Grade didn't stand a chance. Gravity crushed it. Speed overwhelmed it. Strength shattered it. Every strike amplified by his technique, each blow heavier, more devastating. The creature's roars turned to whimpers—then silence.
And then... the binding. The curse now obeyed. The Special Grade, once a terror, was now his.
The transfer was seamless. Idle Transfiguration reshaped the Special Grade's cursed form, weaving human DNA into its structure—making it look and feel... human.
Then, Yorozu's consciousness poured into the new vessel.
The transformation was instantaneous. The grotesque curse melted away, replaced by a perfect, voluptuous female form—curving hips, slender waist, flowing hair.
Yorozu's new body stood naked in the hospital corridor, her skin pale and smooth, her breasts heaving with each breath. She looked down at her new hands—human hands. She rotated her wrists, examining every detail.
Then she screamed.
Not in terror. Not in pain. In PURE, UNADULTERATED BLISS.
"I HAVE A BODY!"
She spun around literally bouncing, tits bouncing with every movement, absolutely losing her mind with joy. She touched her face, her breasts, her hips, her stomach. Human skin. Human warmth. Human sensitivity.
"I HAVE FORM! I HAVE FLESH! I HAVE TITS! I HAVE LEGS!" She was practically vibrating, screaming her happiness. "MY KING! MY DARLING!"
"MY KING! I HAVE A BODY BECAUSE OF YOU!" She threw herself at Aiden, wrapping her newly human arms around his neck and pressing her new breasts against his chest. She kissed him frantically, tasting skin on skin for the first time in centuries. "I CAN TOUCH YOU NOW! I CAN FEEL YOU!"
Their lips met in a passionate kiss—human lips on human lips. Yorozu's new body was alive with sensation. She could feel Aiden's strong arms around her waist, his muscular chest pressed against her breasts. She moaned into the kiss, her hands running through his hair.
Yorozu pulled back slightly, gasping for air, her face flushed. She looked up at him with those familiar obsessed eyes—now in a beautiful female face.
"My king... My darling... My everything..." She whispered reverently, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You gave me this. You REMADE me. You healed her and you gave ME this body and I—"
She started sobbing with joy.
he turned his arm into a tentacle.The tentacle arm stretched into a nearby room, rummaging through a supply closet before finding a lab coat. It pulled back and draped it over Yorozu's shoulders.
She looked down at the white coat hanging loosely on her frame, barely buttoned. She laughed through her tears.
"My king... clothing me too?" She sniffled, pulling the coat tighter around herself. "You spoil me..."
Yorozu stood there, wrapped in that oversized lab coat, looking down at herself like she was seeing a miracle. Her new body was PERFECT—curvy, feminine, completely human in appearance thanks to Idle Transfiguration and the DNA infusion. The lab coat barely covered her—the sides gaping open to reveal glimpses of pale skin and curves.
"I can FEEL the fabric,"
"come on we're going back to jujutsu high There's a lot I have to explain. To you and the higher ups."
"Higher ups?!" Yorozu's expression shifted from blissful adoration to sharp disdain. "Those insects? Those ancient fools who sit in their ivory towers and make decisions without any real power? THEY DO NOT GET TO DECIDE MY FATE!" Her tone sharpened—still devoted to Aiden, but her Heian-era pride was clear.
"relax, I'm just going to explain things to them. It's not like they can actually do anything to stop you or me."
Yorozu let out a sharp laugh—that proud, arrogant laugh of a Heian Era sorceress.
"You're right, my king. They're worms beneath our feet." She wrapped the lab coat tighter around herself, her obsession already turning to mild disgust at the thought of being judged by "those who cower behind old rules."
But she knew Aiden.
She took his hand possessively, interlacing her fingers with his. Her grip was tight—like she was afraid he'd disappear if she let go.
"I trust you, my king. Anything. Always." Her voice was soft now. Vulnerable. A completely different Yorozu from the screaming banshee inside his head.
They walked together out of the abandoned hospital into the cool evening air.
The ground trembled briefly before a massive vine erupted from the concrete, thick and green and impossibly fast. It coiled around them both gently, wrapping like a protective cocoon. Then it yanked them underground.
Yorozu gasped as they plunged beneath the earth—soil and roots surrounding them like a dark, earthen womb.
"Oh my king... how romantic..." she whispered, pressing against him in the cramped darkness.
The vine carried them swiftly through the earth like a subterranean metrorail. Yorozu clung to him—her new body warm and soft and incredibly human. They emerged minutes later—the vine depositing them neatly in an alley behind Jujutsu High.
Yorozu stepped out of the vine cocoon, smoothing down the oversized lab coat. She looked... almost human. An attractive woman with pale skin and dark eyes. If not for the intense, obsessive look in her gaze, nobody would guess she was a Heian Era Special Grade curse.
"So this is Jujutsu High," she mused, wrinkling her nose at the traditional architecture.
The alley suddenly filled with tension. Gojo leaned against a wall, blindfold covering those Six Eyes that were undoubtedly analyzing every molecule of Yorozu's new form. Mai stood beside him, arms crossed—already calculating the threat. Utahime looked practically horrified.
"Aiden," Gojo said smoothly, his grin not reaching his unseen eyes. "Care to explain what the hell this..."
"Who. Is. SHE." Utahime demanded instantly, pointing at the stunning, naked-woman-in-a-lab-coat clinging to Aiden.
Yorozu immediately reacted—Heian-era arrogance flaring up alongside obsessive devotion. She pressed her breasts against Aiden's arm, literally wrapping herself around him.
"He is MY King." She snapped, voice dripping with absolute authority.
He pushed her behind him a clear sign to stay quiet. " Her name is Yorozu a ancient sorcerer from the Heian-era she's a special grade just so you know She was once sealed inside Megumi's sister I pulled her out about a week ago and she's been really annoying talking to me all the time inside my head so I found a special grade cursed spirit in the hospital and use curse Spirit manipulation and idle transfiguration on it and transformed into her new body with human DNA so she can be seen."
Gojo's grin vanished instantly. Mai's expression turned flat. Utahime looked like she'd seen a ghost. Yorozu, however, seemed thrilled by the reaction. She peeked out from behind Aiden's shoulder, smirking triumphantly.
"You... transformed a Special Grade cursed spirit into a human form using Idle Transfiguration and Curse Spirit Manipulation?" Gojo's voice was completely serious now, his blindfolded gaze seemingly piercing through Aiden. "And you gave it a body with human DNA?"
"Pretty much yes."
Gojo's grin returned, but there was something dangerous underneath. "Aiden... you realize the higher ups are going to absolutely lose their minds? You can't just casually walk in with a Heian-era Special Grade in a lab coat."
Mei snorted."He's probably not even trying to explain. Just casually dropping bombshells like he's ordering takeout."
Utahime looked like she was about to have an aneurysm. "And she was... inside Megumi's sister?! And you just pulled her out?!"
Yorozu decided she was done staying quiet. She wrapped her arms around Aiden's waist from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder, glaring at the three instructors with immense condescension.
"My king has no need to explain himself to you peasants," Yorozu stated flatly, her voice carrying the unmistakable arrogance of someone who had lived hundreds of years above everyone else.
Utahime sputtered. "P-PEASANTS?! Do you know who we are?!"
Mei's eyes narrowed at Yorozu with open hostility. "Great. Another crazy ancient sorceress attached to Aiden."
"Watch your tone, girl," Yorozu snapped back. "I was burning down cities when your ancestors were still discovering fire. I am the King's chosen, and I will not tolerate disrespect from insects like you." She squeezed Aiden possessively. "Especially not in my new body."Utahime looked like she might actually faint. Mai's hand went to her weapon.
Gojo, however, just laughed—a loud, booming sound that echoed in the alley. "Oh, this is perfect. Aiden doesn't just collect stray cats, he collects ancient Special Grades with massive egos." He adjusted his blindfold. "But seriously, Aiden. The higher ups are going to want to see this." He paused. "Also, she's... quite attached."
"I noticed and the higher ups have problem with it. I can just kill them I mean, would you mind if I did that?"he asked Gojo
Gojo burst into laughter—genuine, full-bodied amusement.
"Kill the higher ups? Over a girl?" He wiped imaginary tears from eyes he couldn't see. "Aiden, I fucking love you. You'd actually do it, wouldn't you?"
Utahime's face went white. "G-Gojo! Are you insane?! You can't encourage this!"
"Of course he can!" Yorozu hissed, pulling Aiden closer. "My king deserves whatever he wants. Those petty bureaucrats who hide behind centuries worth of tradition—kill them all and rebuild from scratch."
Mei's hand was now firmly on her weapon. "You're all insane."
Gojo waved Mei off, still chuckling. "Alright, alright..."
"Utahime, Mei—" Gojo said, still grinning. "I think we need to take this conversation inside. And Aiden... you might want to explain to your clingy ancient queen that we don't actually kill the higher-ups. Much."
Yorozu's grip tightened possessively around Aiden's waist. "They question my king, they die. Simple."