Giving Satoru Gojo a Precautionary Talk

"No, they didn't bully me."

Yuta Okkotsu hurriedly stopped her. Though he looked a little disheveled, he was clearly much more practiced at soothing Rika.

"Everyone was just fooling around with me. Classmate Akesato is back too, along with Miss Gardevoir."

"Ah, Little Sa is back! Welcome back."

With her best friend back, Rika quickly forgot her earlier displeasure and waved at Gardevoir behind Akesato.

"Gardevoir~" Gardevoir floated over as well, affectionately nuzzling against Rika.

This had already become part of daily life at Tokyo High School, much like Panda and his brother shouting Olah at Muda, or Akesato and Yuta Okkotsu having Stand User duels.

Yet this scene, so familiar to everyone else, made Darkrai's body tremble slightly.

He had clearly remained silent until now, like a shadow, watching quietly without interfering.

"What's wrong?"

As his master, Akesato noticed immediately.

Darkrai let out a low sound, and Akesato couldn't help frowning.

Though they still couldn't communicate as seamlessly as he could with Gardevoir, Darkrai was, after all, a Pokémon Akesato had hatched with his own hands. He could sense Darkrai's feelings.

Rika Orimoto was drawing Darkrai's attention. Darkrai was interested in her.

If it had been any other Cursed Spirit, it would have been simple enough—just catch it and let Darkrai use it as a toy. But Rika Orimoto was different. Leaving aside who even had the ability to catch her, more importantly, she was Yuta Okkotsu's girlfriend.

As a devoted believer in pure love, Akesato did not do NTR, much less NTR the girlfriend of the Champion of Pure Love.

But then it occurred to him: Darkrai was supposed to be drawn to nightmares. Could it be—

"Did you smell the scent of nightmares on her?"

"Mm-mm!"

Darkrai shook his head, then nodded, his pitch-black arms gesturing up and down several times.

"It's a nightmare, but not a nightmare... Something beyond a nightmare...?"

Akesato's thoughts whirled.

Darkrai's traits...

Rika Orimoto's birth...

Right. Memes—and the memes the system had mentioned.

Playful Panda had been born from the panda meme. The Nightmare God should naturally have been born from the meme of nightmares.

To accumulate enough memes for the Nightmare God to be born in one go, the purity of Rika Orimoto's meme could not possibly be inferior to Panda's.

There was only one answer.

"Rika Orimoto—no, the Special Grade Vengeful Cursed Spirit itself is a nightmare! Rika Orimoto's nightmare."

Even from a human perspective, Cursed Spirits could be regarded as humanity's nightmares. In that case, Rika Orimoto was undoubtedly the God of Nightmares!

Satoru Gojo let out a quiet "Heh," lowering his sunglasses. One of his sky-blue eyes peered through the gap and fixed on the scene.

"That's an interesting way of putting it. Your new spirit is also very similar to Rika. And then there's Playful Panda and Panda. Your ability creates corresponding spirits through curses, am I right?"

"More or less."

That really was the explanation closest to reality. It was unscientific, but this was Jujutsu.

"Jujutsu uses curses, yet you've gone in the opposite direction. Just what does it take for such an unusual ability to be born?"

"Are you qualified to say that? Your Six Eyes are already the most unusual ability in the world. We're both the same."

"Yeah, I'm the least qualified person to say something like that." Satoru Gojo pushed his glasses back into place.

Satoru Gojo's one-of-a-kind talent in this era, the Six Eyes, was not Jujutsu. They were eyes that elevated perception to the utmost limit.

Microscopically, they could see movement and structures at the atomic level. Macroscopically, they could function like binoculars magnified dozens or even hundreds of times. And in the realm of the supernatural, they could see the flow of curses and the essence of souls.

Leeuwenhoek? High-definition telescopes? They were utterly pathetic before the Six Eyes.

Their only flaw was that they could not be freely turned on and off like the Sharingan or Byakugan. Using them for too long would fatigue the brain due to the sheer amount of information observed. That was why he wore a blindfold and nearly opaque sunglasses—to reduce the intake of light signals, lower the flow of information, and keep his brain's CPU from overheating.

"Though you may not need it, I'll still remind you: overly unusual abilities attract scrutiny, exploitation, transplantation, and research. My Six Eyes are the same. If I hadn't been born into the Gojo family, I'd most likely have been abducted before I could grow up. Worse still, someone might have simply gouged my eyes out."

"Thank you. I'll grow stronger as quickly as possible."

Akesato nodded. The moment Akemi had seen Ralts, he had considered this possibility. It only strengthened his resolve to become the Sword God of Ten Miles Slope.

The potential enemies were not limited to the Kamo family, but anyone who coveted the existence of Pokémon.

This only showed how rare it was for Tokyo High School to be a place where people treated one another sincerely and everyone was a good person.

Why was Akesato willing to serve as an Assistant Teacher? Why did he put so much effort into training his classmates? It was both for others and for himself.

"Until I—no, until we truly grow stronger, please shelter us from the storm."

"Leave it to me. You and your mother have taken on most of the teaching work, so I can use the extra time to slowly play with those old fossils at the top. Do they really think I won't go to Kyoto? And those so-called Grade 1 and Special Grade 1 sorcerers—what use are they?"

At this moment, Satoru Gojo had none of his usual frivolity left. In its place were cold solemnity and confidence built upon strength.

Megumi Fushiguro's delinquent chuunibyou phase was not just because he had entered adolescence; it had also been subtly influenced by this adoptive father of his.

"You can't let your guard down. Everyone knows they can't beat you head-on, so they'll definitely resort to underhanded tricks. For example, finding a way to nullify your Cursed Technique, or using special terrain, techniques, or cursed tools to seal you away. I've gathered information on this before. The former is 'Heavenly Restriction,' also known as the 'Ama no Nuco' from creation mythology. The latter is the relics left behind by a holy monk—the 'Prison Realm.'"

"You don't need to worry about Heavenly Restriction, and the Prison Realm has been missing for many years."

"Missing doesn't mean it can't be found again. If someone wants to deal with you, they'll definitely try to dig up anything that might threaten you. Otherwise, who would be bored enough to come looking for trouble with you? Are they tired of living?"

"Oh, right, that does seem to be how it works." Satoru Gojo understood. "What do you think I should do?"

"Of course, the best option is to keep them in your own hands. If that isn't possible, then at least figure out how they work or how they are activated, and make targeted preparations. Schemes are only effective when you don't know about them. Without those schemes, it comes down to raw strength. Who have you, Satoru Gojo, ever feared?"

Akesato's "fox tail" had finally shown itself. He had come clean and stopped pretending—he was here to give Satoru Gojo a warning in advance.

Ever since entering Jujutsu High, he had been looking for an opportunity, but he had never found one. He couldn't exactly walk right up to him and say that he wasn't absolutely invincible.

Now, he had finally caught his chance.

In the original story, Satoru Gojo had been sealed by the Prison Realm because of a momentary lapse in vigilance, giving the villains the opportunity to launch their thousand-year plan.

If Satoru Gojo was around, even if Kenjaku had been given several more sets of guts, he still wouldn't dare act. That thousand-year-old Brain of the Flower had already suffered twice at the hands of the Six Eyes and was practically developing Six Eyes PTSD.

As long as Satoru Gojo was there, their side would have someone to hold the line.

Only then could Akesato truly do what he wanted without any worries holding him back.

Kenjaku. Mahito.

Jogo, Hanami, Dagon.

And Sukuna.

As well as the many Curse Users and Cursed Spirits whose names he knew—and those whose names he didn't. Had they washed their necks clean yet?

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PS2: Third installment of the crazy one: Nobara Kugisaki.