Chapter 30

"The student named Kamiki Yūhaku has a Cursed Technique: Prophecy."

"It really was him?"

Just then, Satoru Gojo felt someone's gaze on him. He turned to see Kamiki Yūhaku sitting there, watching him. In Gojo's sight, that mass of cursed energy was gathered together like a burning flame.

Kamiki Yūhaku watched them for a moment, then raised a hand and pointed ahead.

"Hm? Ahead?" Masamichi Yaga looked in that direction.

The next moment, a violent explosion boomed nearby, sending dust flying.

"Wait, isn't that the training ground?" Masamichi Yaga shot to his feet. "Why did the training ground collapse?!"

With that, Masamichi Yaga hurried over.

Satoru Gojo remained behind. He looked at the clear trail of cursed energy ahead, then turned to Kamiki Yūhaku.

Kamiki Yūhaku seemed to have returned to his usual self by now. Apparently, he didn't confuse the present and the future all the time.

"How did you know there was going to be an explosion over there?" Satoru Gojo asked him.

"Because of you," Kamiki Yūhaku said. "You just asked me a question, then suddenly looked over there. When I followed your gaze, I saw it explode. It took me a little while to realize I'd seen something that would happen in the future."

Curious, Satoru Gojo asked, "What did I ask you in the future?"

"The exact time Cursed Womb Must Die would be born." Kamiki Yūhaku gazed at him calmly, his green eyes holding a deeper meaning. "So even though you said you didn't believe me, you still ended up asking about the time and place."

"I didn't ask," Satoru Gojo said confidently. "You told me yourself. I didn't ask."

Kamiki Yūhaku tilted his head. "Wow, you're so annoying."

"I think I'm super likable, actually."

Kamiki Yūhaku gave him a curious look. A moment later, he turned away and pretended he hadn't seen him.

Watching Kamiki Yūhaku gaze calmly at the sky, Satoru Gojo remembered what Masamichi Yaga had just told him.

...His soul lives in the future, but he can only remain in the present?

Chapter 30

The training ground had collapsed because of the first-years Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki. They had been sparring to get familiar with each other, but they accidentally failed to hold back, and Yuji Itadori had smashed a wall with his frightening physical strength.

Fortunately, neither of the first-years was hurt. The principal breathed a sigh of relief, then began to grieve over the money it would cost to repair the training ground.

After hauling the first-year brats back to their classroom to reflect on what they had done, Satoru Gojo went to the archives at Jujutsu High.

Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School was one of only two Jujutsu educational institutions in Japan, dedicated to training Jujutsu Sorcerers who could exorcise Cursed Spirits. Because of the unusual nature and extreme danger of their profession, every student had a detailed file kept at Jujutsu High.

Satoru Gojo removed his blindfold and searched the dim archives for student files from thirty years ago.

They were actually quite easy to find. After all, Jujutsu High had only a few students in each class, and even the total number who had successfully graduated over thirty years hadn't reached triple digits.

As a result, Satoru Gojo soon found the name Kamiki Yūhaku among the student files.

"Kamiki Yūhaku, this one." Satoru Gojo looked at the person in the photograph. The boy wore a Jujutsu High uniform and had short, pale pink hair. His eyes were closed, and he was smiling at the camera and flashing a peace sign. Satoru Gojo wasn't sure whether the person in the photograph looked the same as the Special Grade Cursed Spirit; after all, he had never used his eyes to look at people.

He continued reading the file.

[Kamiki Yūhaku], age seventeen, Special Grade prophet, Cursed Technique: Prophecy.

Both the name and the Cursed Technique matched, and Satoru Gojo also saw a red stamp on the certificate beside it.

Satoru Gojo knew what the stamp was for. It meant: deceased.

Did the Special Grade prophet become a Special Grade Cursed Spirit after death for some reason?

Satoru Gojo read on, and the next moment, he raised an eyebrow slightly. He had found something very interesting.

[Admission method: family lineage].

Now that was interesting.

Admission by family lineage generally meant that the person came from a Jujutsu family with a long heritage. Satoru Gojo, for instance, had been admitted through his family lineage; his family was the Gojo Clan, one of the Three Great Families. Maki Zenin was a child of the Zenin Clan, and even Toge Inumaki, a Cursed Speech User of a special type, had been admitted through his family lineage.

As head of the Gojo Clan, Satoru Gojo had never heard of a family called Kamiki.

"Looks like I'll have to ask Yaga-sensei later."

Satoru Gojo yawned and continued leafing through the file in his hands. On the next page, he found an old photograph.

Thirty years ago was the Shōwa

era.

Photography techniques hadn't been outstanding, and having a photograph at all was an unexpected bonus, so its yellowed, aged colors were nothing to worry about. Even so, the photograph caught Satoru Gojo's eye.

The second page of Kamiki Yūhaku's file held a photograph by itself. In it, Kamiki Yūhaku had finally opened his eyes. Because he was facing the camera, the patterns in his eyes had been captured with unusual clarity. Those pale red stripes were etched into his eyes, giving him a distinctly unearthly appearance.

Satoru Gojo immediately thought of Toge Inumaki. As a special type, Inumaki had unusual markings at the corners of his mouth and on his tongue.

Prophecy and foresight—he sees the future with his eyes, so are his eyes a little different from other people's?

Satoru Gojo continued turning the pages, only to find nothing else. The missions he had taken at Jujutsu High, his various rewards, even the reason for his death—none of the things that should have been recorded in the file were there. It was as if he had never been on a mission after coming to Jujutsu High.

But that was impossible. Even Shoko, who had been kept safe at Jujutsu High the whole time, had been sent on missions.

Even if he was a prophet of a special type, he shouldn't have gone without doing a single mission. And if he had never been on one, how had he died?

"I don't get it." Satoru Gojo closed the file. "Oh well, I'll find out eventually."

Meanwhile, Kamiki Yūhaku was still sitting on the steps. He yawned, looking a little drowsy.

Just then, an assistant supervisor came running over. He seemed to have urgent business and looked very anxious. Kamiki Yūhaku watched him, then picked up a pebble from the ground and threw it at him. The pebble hit the assistant supervisor, who frowned at Kamiki Yūhaku.

"What are you doing?!" He walked up to Kamiki Yūhaku.

Just then, a sharp crack sounded nearby. The assistant supervisor froze for a moment and looked at the steps beside him. A crack had opened in one of them, and it looked ready to give way. If he hadn't stopped just now and had kept going up, he would certainly have fallen and rolled down because of that step.

At the thought, his face went pale.

"You're welcome," Kamiki Yūhaku said with a smile.

The assistant supervisor immediately recalled that a Special Grade Cursed Spirit had arrived at Jujutsu High yesterday, one who could see the future but had no fighting ability.

His face grew even paler. He hurriedly blurted out his thanks, then quickly tried to go around Kamiki Yūhaku to find the principal.

"I saw your future." Kamiki Yūhaku neither turned around nor stopped him, merely letting the words out in an exceedingly casual tone. "Want to hear it?"

The assistant supervisor stopped in his tracks. He stood stiffly in place, unsure whether to leave or stay.

He saw the future?

My future?

Although Satoru Gojo had stressed to everyone not to believe what this Special Grade Cursed Spirit said, there shouldn't be any problem with just listening. Yes, he would only listen; he wouldn't believe it. No Jujutsu Sorcerer would believe a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, even if he was an assistant supervisor now.

"You'll die tomorrow."

The assistant supervisor's eyes flew wide open.

I can't believe him. I can't... I can't believe him.

"It seemed to be at the scene of a mission. Do you have a mission tomorrow?" Kamiki Yūhaku didn't even look at him. He gazed calmly at the air in front of him, his dark green eyes utterly empty. "The exact time? I think it was noon. It was because help didn't arrive in time."

On tomorrow's mission, at noon, I'll die because help doesn't arrive in time?

The assistant supervisor gritted his teeth. As if finally coming to his senses, he fled at once, quickly disappearing from the steps.

Only then did Kamiki Yūhaku glance slightly back. There was a smile on his lips, and faint red lines flashed through his dark green eyes.

He lowered his head and wound the chain around his wrist, producing a steady series of crisp clinks.

Kamiki Yūhaku had been in this world for more than forty years. As in the previous world, he had arrived as a child, but unlike in that world, he had been born into a family. Everyone in the family was a Jujutsu Sorcerer, yet they had not looked forward to his birth.

His birth seemed to be a punishment from heaven. Every member of the clan disliked him, and even if Kamiki Yūhaku hadn't been an adult, he would have been able to feel that cold atmosphere.

As he grew up, Kamiki Yūhaku gradually learned about Cursed Techniques and Jujutsu Society, and came to understand that Jujutsu Sorcerers fought Cursed Spirits.

He also gradually learned that his innate Cursed Technique was a taboo passed down in his family.

Almost everyone in the Kamiki Clan knew that once the technique called "Prophecy" appeared, the day of the family's destruction would arrive.

No one taught him how to use cursed energy or his Cursed Technique, and no one told him how to learn any moves. So as Kamiki Yūhaku grew older, his ability grew stronger, but because he couldn't control it, he increasingly confused the present with the future. He could see ten minutes into everyone's future, and the future of this world was constantly turning before his eyes.

So even he wasn't quite sure whether he could see the future, or the people around him were living in the past.

But one thing was certain... his family showed considerable disgust at Kamiki Yūhaku's occasional confusion.

His family subjected Kamiki Yūhaku to cold treatment. Fortunately, he wasn't really a child, and he endured it well. Occasionally, he would even make a prophecy or two that made their expressions turn uglier.