Playing Ninja Techniques in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Playing Ninja Techniques in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Author: Memories Fall Great Cult Leader

Synopsis:

"If you want to read more of the author's Jujutsu work, search for Building Modern Weapons in Jujutsu Kaisen. It's purely a Jujutsu world.

Don't invite me. I've already transmigrated.

He arrived in a world where only lunatics could survive, yet possessed the Ninja World System from Naruto.

How would Natsu Hiraku survive?

Would he become a lunatic and go crazy alongside the cursed spirits,

or would he simply want to be an ordinary person?"

It hurt!

His eyes hurt!

His eyes were burning. Something was gathering inside them, as though ants were gnawing at the blood vessels in his eyeballs.

The intense pain jolted Yu Chenluo awake from his sleep. He covered his eyes with both hands and couldn't help letting out a howl of agony.

He didn't understand why his eyes hurt after sleeping. Had he spent too much time looking at his phone?

He shouted, "Liu Yang, my eyes hurt. Call 120, quickly."

But no one answered him. The surroundings were unusually quiet, and only the passing breeze gently stirred the black hair by his temples.

Yu Chenluo thought he had slept too deeply and continued shouting, "Wake up, Liu Yang. Help me call 120."

"Liu Yang?"

Liu Yang's lack of response made Yu Chenluo feel strange. They had been talking about their ideals and future before going to sleep, so why had Liu Yang vanished when he woke up while his own eyes hurt like hell?

He was just about to brace himself against the bed and get up when he touched a grainy surface. Feeling around him, he found something sticky, as though some liquid still retained warmth.

He withdrew his right hand, soaked in the liquid, and brought it to his nose. Finding no noticeable smell, he instinctively licked it. A faintly salty taste mixed with rust rushed through him.

As a medical student, he knew that was the taste of blood. But why had someone died nearby after one night's sleep? Could it have been Liu Yang's blood?

Impossible!

This was medical school. Everyone had bright futures ahead of them. How could someone commit murder? Besides, the ground felt different. Their dorm had clean floor tiles, but this was gravel.

Where am I?

What is this place?

A nameless fear made him shut his mouth at once. He didn't dare speak loudly anymore, afraid the killers hadn't gone far and would come back to finish him off.

Enduring the searing pain in his eyes, Yu Chenluo continued feeling around, slowly piecing together the current situation.

No matter how much his eyes hurt, it wouldn't kill him. But if those killers returned to clean up the scene, he would definitely die!

He had to leave quickly. He was only eighteen, with a bright future ahead of him. How could he die here? He had to get out!

He felt his way along a stone wall and moved around. Perhaps because of his panic, he accidentally struck a step and crashed hard onto the ground, creating a dull thud.

I'm done for!

The impact happened to hit Yu Chenluo's head. Warm liquid slowly flowed down from his forehead. In a daze, countless memories that did not belong to him appeared in his mind.

There was a gentle, kind-looking woman and a man who spent every day reading the newspaper. They spoke fluent Japanese and looked at him with kind eyes.

What was this?

Like an audience member in a movie theater, he watched memories that didn't belong to him. They were both familiar and strange, while the pain in his eyes slowly faded.

After an unknown amount of time, he finished watching the memories belonging to "himself" from a third-person perspective.

His parents had died horribly at the hands of a monster, and he had killed the monster in return. But why did that monster look somewhat familiar...?

Yu Chenluo slowly opened his eyes and looked at the horrific scene before him. Black vapor filled the air. He didn't know what it was and didn't want to touch it, since that was where the monster had died.

The only thing that brought him a little peace of mind was that he was safe for now. There were no killers, though whether there were more monsters like that nearby was anyone's guess.

Looking at the damaged house and the bodies of his "parents" lying dead on the ground, Natsu Hiraku merely raised an eyebrow. Yet tears flowed from his eyes on their own, and his lips opened uncontrollably as he said, "I'm sorry. I couldn't save you."

Perhaps that apology came from the original owner's memories, causing this body to feel grief. He, too, began to feel afraid without realizing it.

Just as he crouched in the corner to rest, a flippant voice came from nearby:

"Yo, did you... kill your parents?"

In the silent night, those words were like a fuse igniting explosives. Yu Chenluo, still grieving, was terrified. His black pupils instantly turned scarlet as he stared fixedly at the newcomer, his right hand gripping a broken brick from the ground.

The man was tall, his eyes covered by white cloth, his tousled silver-white hair fluttering in the wind. He slowly overlapped with a certain anime character from Yu Chenluo's memories.

"What the hell? Gojo Satoru?!"

Yu Chenluo blurted out instinctively.

"Oh! You know me?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the boy before him with slight surprise. A black tomoe spun within his red pupils. He could sense incredible cursed energy gathering in those eyes.

Very interesting!

"Hey, want to join Jujutsu High?"

"Jujutsu High?"

Yu Chenluo released the broken brick in his right hand and looked at Gojo Satoru, breathing a sigh of relief. He didn't know whether it had been an illusion, but he had clearly felt his vision slow down just now. It had returned to normal now. He also understood what kind of world he had arrived in. This was:

"Jujutsu Kaisen."

A world where cursed spirits were created from negative emotions. But why had he come here?

The trigger for his transmigration was all wrong. Other people got sent here by trucks. Why had he come here for no reason at all?

Forget it. None of that mattered. He needed to join Jujutsu High first, or he would die horribly later on. Finding shelter was what mattered now.

Yu Chenluo took a deep breath, glanced at the parents lying on the ground, and said, "Can I bury them first?"

"Mm, of course."

Gojo Satoru watched the boy move the bodies. There was no bleak hatred in his eyes, only calm. His scarlet pupils had turned black, and the cursed energy gathered in his eyes had flowed back into his body.

Who would have thought that going out for a late-night snack would lead him to such a promising prospect? If he were trained properly, he would definitely become strong!

Natsu Hiraku picked up a shovel from the house and slowly dug into the bloodstained ground. Halfway through, he remembered that deaths apparently required death certificates.

"..."

He turned to Gojo Satoru, who was watching from the side, and asked, "Can you help arrange a funeral for my parents? I'm not very familiar with this sort of thing."

"Huh? A funeral?"

Gojo Satoru scratched his head, thought for a moment, then asked, "Don't you have any relatives? Aunts, uncles, older family members, anything like that?"

"Relatives..."

Natsu Hiraku closed his eyes and searched through the original owner's memories. He found that those relatives didn't live in Tokyo, and he didn't know their phone numbers either. How was he supposed to get death certificates?

This was a society governed by law. When people died, death certificates had to be issued by the local government. But what was he supposed to say?

A supernatural incident?

His parents had died out of nowhere, while he had survived?

Wait...

Didn't situations like this fall under the jurisdiction of professional jujutsu sorcerers like them?

Natsu Hiraku looked at Gojo Satoru and said, "What am I supposed to say? That my parents were killed by an ugly monster?"

"You're really cold-blooded. Your parents just died right in front of you." Gojo Satoru grinned, revealing white teeth. "Did they treat you badly or something?"

"No." Natsu Hiraku shook his head. "They treated me very well. I just feel desolate inside right now, but I can't cry. It's a very strange feeling."

"Is that so..."

Gojo Satoru took out his phone and made a call. After giving the address, he immediately hung up and asked the boy before him, "What's your name?"

Yu Chenluo directly gave the name of this body's original owner:

"My name is Natsu Hiraku."

Author's note:

"Read rationally. The author writes according to the manga. This world only has Jujutsu Kaisen, not Naruto, One Piece, or anything else... Please don't comment from an anime viewer's perspective."

The next day.

The noon sun shone brightly. Dressed in a black kimono, Natsu Hiraku kowtowed three times before the remains of his parents. The area was filled with nearby neighbors. They all wore black suits and stood to the side in silence.

After the moment of silence, they came up to him and said encouraging things like, "You'll be alone from now on. You have to be a man."

Looking at those neighbors he barely knew, he couldn't understand it. They were only neighbors, so why did they display such deep sorrow?

Empathy?

Perhaps he had held poor opinions of his parents in his previous life—no, he had loathed them to the extreme. Or perhaps, as a medical student, he took life and death more lightly. Or perhaps he felt from the bottom of his heart that these two were not his biological parents, so he couldn't grieve. He merely watched everything as an outsider.

This world was full of threats. Although he didn't know which point in Jujutsu Kaisen's story he was currently in, and had forgotten most of the plot anyway, following an invincible person like Gojo Satoru meant he definitely wouldn't die.

After all, taking life and death lightly was one thing. Wanting to die was another. Who would want to die while living perfectly well?

As the funeral ended, the onlookers gradually left as well.

Natsu Hiraku looked at his parents' gravestone, took a deep breath, walked up, and gently touched the lettering on it. He whispered, "I'm glad to have had parents like you. I'll cherish this body properly. Let's take a photo as a keepsake."

After saying that, he took out his phone and snapped a selfie with the black-and-white photograph on the Stone Tablet. After backing it up, he stood, took off his black kimono, folded it, and placed it before the Stone Tablet.

He called Gojo Satoru and said, "I'm done here. Sorry for the trouble, could you come pick me up? Thank you."

"That fast?"

Gojo Satoru was sitting on a sofa, holding two reports. After glancing at them, he placed them on the table and continued, "I thought you'd stay another two or three days before coming over. You..."

The two reports on the table belonged to Natsu Hiraku and someone named Yuta Okkotsu.

After finishing the call, Natsu Hiraku sat on a bench by the road, watching passersby walk past. Some of them had strange-looking cursed spirits attached to them.

Some resembled newborn children. A touch of scarlet showed within their two pairs of black eyes. They wrapped their arms around men's necks and constantly cried:

"Father, Dad, Daddy..."

Some resembled centipedes, except their heads were those of human women. Their bodies tightly coiled around men's bodies as they muttered vicious words:

"If I die, you won't have it easy either. You won't, you won't, you won't, you won't..."

Some resembled kittens, resting peacefully atop women's heads. Their black tails swayed freely, seemingly displaying their current moods.

"So these are cursed spirits..."

Natsu Hiraku considered the original host's memories. Though the earlier memories were like shattered mirrors, difficult to piece together, the events of the past two years remained vivid.

He had merely been an ordinary high school student, ordinary to the point of being utterly unremarkable. His grades were average, and he wasn't good at sports either. His looks were decent, though, and he usually gave off an unruly air.

In other words, he was the type who liked to show off.

Logically speaking, even if someone like him awakened in a crisis, he shouldn't have earned Gojo Satoru's approval. Why had he?

And the process of killing the cursed spirit last night remained vivid in his mind. The world before his eyes had suddenly slowed in an instant, as though a force filled his eyes. The cursed spirit, previously invisible to him, instantly revealed itself.

Amid that grief-stricken fury, everything about it seemed so laughable—its movements were as slow as a turtle's, and it was full of openings.

Scarlet cursed energy had instinctively covered the surface of his body. Then there was no more. For some reason, the cursed spirit had died on the spot, and he had passed out.

The source of all these clues pointed to his eyes.