Someone in the Multiverse, Transformed into Fu Hua at the Start Chapter 40

Fushiguro, by contrast, seemed a bit less enthusiastic—he didn't really like crowded, chaotic places.

Amber was like Itadori; in her last world, she could go shopping often, but... even though the markets of Uruk were bustling, she'd never had any desire to browse them.

Here was different. A thriving, modern shopping street—Amber was genuinely interested.

With their plan set, the group didn't dawdle. After exiting the station, they headed straight for Harajuku's main street. It wasn't very wide, but it was lined with all kinds of shops—giant cotton candy, dazzling accessories, enough to make anyone's head spin.

Unfortunately, Amber had no real knack for shopping, and Itadori, who was better at setting the mood, was a guy, so he kept gravitating toward things that caught his own interest.

Even so, Amber was in high spirits. Despite her social anxiety growing worse from the crowd, everyone was busy with their own business and barely paid attention to anyone else, so it was still bearable.

Until a figure hurried to her side, smiling ingratiatingly and speaking in a coaxing tone: "Um... miss, have you ever considered debuting as an idol?"

Chapter 21: First-Year Team Building.

"Shier has no such plans..."

Amber was interested in idols, but as a fan—not as someone who wanted to become one. Standing on a stage with everyone's eyes on her? Just thinking about it made her want to dig a two-bedroom apartment with her toes.

"You could be the center of attention as an idol! And miss, with your youthful looks and cuteness, you definitely have the potential to be a top idol!"

The talent scout didn't give up easily and kept persuading her.

But Gojo Satoru, watching from the side, chimed in: "Alright, old-timer, little Shier already said she doesn't want to. Besides, she's still in middle school~"

"Huh...?"

The talent scout froze, then his face fell into a look of 'I should've known.'

Right. No matter how baby-faced, no adult could still look like a middle schooler... And why was a middle schooler here on a weekday anyway? Shouldn't she be at school?

But looking at Amber, he didn't peg her as a delinquent—just someone who'd taken a day off for some reason.

Realizing it was a lost cause, the scout reluctantly said, "If you ever get interested when you're older, please consider me first!"

As he spoke, he pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it over.

Amber couldn't bring herself to refuse, so she took it.

Just as the scout was about to leave in disappointment, he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder, making him turn around instinctively.

What met his eyes was a girl with short chestnut hair, her face brimming with spirited confidence. She wasn't hard to look at—quite pretty, actually—but... this was Japan. Japan was the country in Asia that most idolized women who were pale, young, and slender. Girls who made you want to protect them were considered popular, and even the so-called Yamato Nadeshiko had become a taste of the older generation under the ever-shifting culture.

"What about me? An idol."

This chestnut-haired girl was certainly good-looking, but she didn't fit the scout's idea of an idol at all. He could only say, "Uh... I'm in a hurry..."

With that, he tried to leave, but the chestnut-haired girl frowned, grabbed the back of his collar as he walked past, and said, "What's your deal? Explain yourself!"

"Gah!"

Yanked by the collar, the scout felt like he'd run into a yakuza. This short-haired girl's attitude and manner screamed gangster.

"Um... this gentleman seems pretty scared."

Even though she already knew Nobara's personality, seeing her pull this stunt right in front of her made Amber sweat a little. She couldn't help but reassess whether the two of them would actually get along.

Nobara, who'd rushed over without a second thought after spotting the talent scout at work, finally looked at the person he'd been pestering. Her eyes went wide. "Whoa!"

"...Whoa...?"

Amber hadn't expected to hear that sound again.

Taking advantage of Nobara's distraction, the scout wriggled free, then vanished into the crowd, escaping everyone's sight.

Nobara realized her reaction had been a bit over the top, but she couldn't help it—she loved small, cute things, whether people or objects.

Despite her spirited looks and confident personality, Nobara was only 160 cm tall. She didn't mind it herself, but finding girls with a noticeable height difference from her was surprisingly hard.

"What makeup do you use? That lip color doesn't look like lip gloss at all!"

Nobara couldn't be bothered with the fleeing scout anymore; she was now interested in Amber.

"Um... I don't use makeup, not even lip gloss..."

"Natural beauty!? No way!?"

Nobara was a little envious.

"Huh? Is that the girl we're looking for?"

Itadori's voice rang out nearby.

"The buttons on her clothes look like the Jujutsu High uniform."

Fushiguro confirmed Itadori's guess. "Hello, I'm Fushiguro Megumi."

"I'm Itadori Yuji! From Sendai!"

Itadori introduced himself too.

Their voices drew Nobara's gaze. Her eyes flicked between the two of them, sizing them up as she took in Itadori Yuji's tacky festival sunglasses and the ice cream cone in his hand.

That pink-haired one reeked of country bumpkin. Bet he ate his own boogers as a kid.

And what was with the black-haired one? Just saying his name? I don't like self-important guys. And that name—isn't that usually a girl's name? His hair looks like a sea urchin.

"...I never ate boogers..."

"Names are given by parents..."

Two faint voices sounded in succession, and Kugisaki Nobara said flatly, "Huh? How did you know what I was thinking?"

"You clearly said it out loud on purpose!"

Itadori Yuji's eye twitched, then he walked over to Amber, handing her the ice cream cone in his hand as he said, "Don't go teaching little sister Shier any bad habits."

"Ah... so this little girl is the auditor you mentioned before?"

Kugisaki looked at Amber with understanding.

"Hello, I'm Shier Fulei, nice to meet you."

Amber took the ice cream cone Itadori had treated her to and said politely.

"I'm Kugisaki Nobara. Shier can call me Nobara, and you guys can call me Kugisaki."

Nobara first smiled back at Shier, then turned expressionless to Itadori, looking puzzled: "But you two don't seem like siblings at all."

"We're not blood-related."

Itadori explained: "Little sister Shier's school was actually the one I attended before coming to Jujutsu High, so she's really my junior. But since our situations are kind of similar, and I found it easier to say, I just call her that."

"Mm—"

Nobara nodded in understanding.

Seeing that everyone had formally introduced themselves, Gojo Satoru finally stepped out and clapped his hands together: "Alright, it's not often we get the whole grade together like this, and three of you are in Tokyo for the first time, so let's... do some proper sightseeing!"

"This is...?"

Nobara looked at the three.

"This is Gojo-sensei, a teacher at Jujutsu High."

Fushiguro, ignoring the other's earlier disparaging remarks, kindly explained.

"Oh!"

Nobara's eyes lit up: "If the teacher's taking us sightseeing, doesn't that mean we can shop for free!"

Team outings were usually paid for by the higher-ups, especially in Japan—when two people who weren't close ate together for work or other reasons, the one with higher status would treat.

Itadori also waved his arms excitedly. It wasn't about the money for him; mainly, going out together just got him hyped up.

"Then next, I'll announce the destination. Tokyo's most notable new attraction in recent years, also one of its bustling streets, famous for nightlife and as a gathering spot for foreigners—that is—"

"Roppongi!"

Chapter Twenty-Two Test.

Compared to Harajuku, Roppongi was generally considered a more upscale venue. Unlike Harajuku, which thrived on youth and street culture, here you had restaurants, TV stations, supermarkets, hotels, Tokyo's largest cinema, and all kinds of entertainment facilities.

If Harajuku was where young people relaxed and strolled, Roppongi was a place for high-end entertainment.

Itadori Yuji and Kugisaki Nobara, brimming with eager anticipation, followed Gojo Satoru to... an abandoned building.

The two felt like they'd been seriously scammed—this was anything but bustling!

"Not every part of Roppongi is lively, you know. Besides, there are curses here. For a Jujutsu Sorcerer, coming here isn't surprising at all~"

Gojo showed no guilt for toying with the youths' feelings, a cheerful smile on his face.

"Damn it! Isn't this just tricking us country folk!?"

Nobara fumed.

"This area is close to a residential district. If kids wander in to explore, they might run into danger."

Amber explained to the two: "Being near a residential area, plus having a cemetery next door, means curses dwell here."

"Huh? If there's a cemetery, shouldn't curses be more concentrated there?"

Itadori scratched the back of his head.

"The key isn't the cemetery, but the people who 'find cemeteries scary.'"

Fushiguro, knowing Itadori still didn't know much about the jujutsu world, gave a quick lesson.

"Oh, I see."

Itadori nodded.

"Wait? Isn't that common sense?"

Nobara looked at the two in slight shock: "This guy doesn't even know that?"

Though she knew Itadori wasn't from a big city, not understanding how curses were born didn't seem like something a proper Jujutsu Sorcerer should lack.

Fushiguro Megumi then explained Itadori's situation, worried Nobara might misunderstand or hold prejudice against him. He also briefly explained Amber's situation—not to shift the blame, but because it would come out sooner or later, so better to be upfront.

Plus, Nobara clearly had a much better impression of the girl than the others, so he hoped to dilute her negative view of Itadori.

But Nobara didn't care about any of that. Instead, she exclaimed in shock: "I knew it—guys like him might not eat their own boogers, but they'll eat some other weird stuff... so unhygienic..."

"Ha!?"

Itadori couldn't believe that was her reaction. Where was he unhygienic!? It wasn't like he had a choice!

Fushiguro Megumi knew there was no other way, but recalling his own shock and lingering fear when Yuji swallowed that finger, he still agreed with Nobara: "I think so too."

"Huh!?"

Yuji looked at Fushiguro in bewilderment—how could even you, the one directly involved, say that?

Amber spoke up with a fair word: "If Yuji-senpai hadn't done that back then, both of them might have died, so it couldn't be helped... It's just that Gojo-sensei and Shier came too slowly."

Gojo Satoru hadn't expected to be called out. Heaven knows, he really had been rushing over at the time—not at full speed, sure, but who could have guessed someone would actually eat that finger?

"How can you blame Sensei and Shier-chan!"

Yuji shook his head: "The situation back then was something no one could do anything about, right?"

"Exactly."

Gojo Satoru settled the matter decisively, letting no one blame anyone else: "But to prevent 'no one being able to do anything' from happening again, these curses here are yours to handle, Yuji, and Nobara."

"Huh? Just the two of us?"

Yuji, who had thought everyone would act together, was taken aback.

"Tch, what a pain."

Nobara didn't say much more, walking straight toward the abandoned building.

Seeing this, Yuji had no choice but to take the cursed tool baton hanging at his waist and follow along.

"Sensei... doesn't Shier need to come along?"

Seeing the two enter the building, Amber looked at Gojo Satoru in confusion.

"Mmm~ For little Shier, the cursed spirits here have no testing value at all. Your test hasn't been arranged yet."

Gojo Satoru smiled: "After all, you're Japan's fifth special grade in modern times. The only suitable test subjects are special grades too."