I Play Ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen! Chapter 1

Playing Ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Author: Yiluo Dajiaozhu

Synopsis:

"For those who still want to see the author's Jujutsu, please search for Creating Thermal Weapons in Jujutsu, a pure Jujutsu world.

Do not invite, already transmigrated.

Arriving in a world where only madmen can survive, yet possessing the Ninja World System from Naruto;

How will Natsu Hiraku survive?

Will he become a madman and go insane alongside a crowd of Cursed Spirits, Or will he just want to be an ordinary person?"

It hurts!

My eyes hurt!

My eyes are burning, and something is gathering within them, as if ants are gnawing at the blood vessels in my eyeballs.

The intense pain jolts Yu Chenluo awake from his deep sleep, and he covers his eyes with both hands, unable to stop himself from wailing.

He doesn't understand why his eyes would hurt from sleeping; could it be from looking at his phone too much?

He shouts, "Liu Yang, my eyes hurt, call 911 quickly."

But no one responds to him. The surroundings are abnormally quiet, with only a passing breeze gently blowing the black hair at his temples.

Yu Chenluo assumes he was sleeping too soundly and continues to shout, "Stop sleeping, Liu Yang, help me call 911."

"Liu Yang?"

Liu Yang's lack of response makes Yu Chenluo feel strange. They were just talking about their ideals and the future before going to sleep; how could he be gone the moment he wakes up, and why is his own eye pain so unbearable?

Just as he prepares to steady himself and stand up from the bed, he touches a gritty surface. Feeling around the perimeter, he senses a viscous texture, as if it were some kind of liquid that still retains warmth.

He pulls back his right hand, which is soaked in the liquid, brings it to his nose to sniff, and finding no particular scent, subconsciously licks it. A slightly salty, metallic taste of rust rushes to his heart.

As a medical student, he knows this is the taste of blood. But why would there be a dead person nearby just from taking a nap? Could it be Liu Yang's?

Impossible!

This is a medical school, everyone has a bright future ahead of them, how could there be murder? Besides, the tactile sensation of the ground is different; the dormitory has clean floor tiles, but this is a gravel floor.

Where am I?

Where is this place?

An inexplicable sense of fear makes him shut his mouth, not daring to speak loudly, afraid that the murderers haven't gone far and might come back to finish him off.

Yu Chenluo endures the agonizing pain in his eyes and continues to feel around the surroundings, slowly piecing together the current situation.

After all, no matter how much his eyes hurt, it won't kill him, but if those murderers return to clean up the scene, he will definitely die!

He must leave quickly. He is only 18 years old, his future is bright, how could he die here? He has to go!

He touches the stone wall with both hands and moves toward the perimeter. Perhaps due to his inner panic, he accidentally hits a step and slams hard into the ground, triggering a dull thud.

Damn it!

This impact happens to hit Yu Chenluo's head, and warm liquid slowly flows from his forehead. In a daze, many memories that do not belong to him appear in his mind.

A woman with a kind and gentle face, and a man who spends his days reading the newspaper—they are speaking fluent Japanese, and both are looking at him with kind eyes.

What is this?

He is like an audience member in a movie theater, watching these memories that don't belong to him; they are both familiar and strange, and the pain in his eyes slowly dissipates.

He doesn't know how much time passes, but he finishes watching the memories belonging to "himself" from a third-person perspective.

His parents died tragically at the hands of a monster, and he killed the monster in return, but why does that monster look a bit familiar...

Yu Chenluo slowly opens his eyes and looks at the tragedy before him. Black gas permeates the air; he doesn't know what it is, and he doesn't want to touch it, as that location is where the monster died.

The only thing that gives him a slight sense of peace is that he is safe for the moment; there are no murderers, though he has no idea if there are more of these monsters nearby.

Looking at the ruined house and the tragic remains of his "parents" on the ground, Natsu Hiraku only raises an eyebrow slightly, but tears flow from his eyes on their own. His lips open uncontrollably, and he says, "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you."

This "I'm sorry" might be due to the original owner's memories, causing this body to produce feelings of grief, and he also begins to feel an involuntary sense of fear.

Just as he squats in the corner to rest, a flippant voice comes from the side:

"Yo, what's this... did you kill your parents?"

In the silent night, these words act like a fuse lighting a stick of dynamite, causing the grieving Yu Chenluo to panic. His black pupils instantly turn scarlet, staring fixedly at the newcomer, his right hand gripping a broken brick from the ground.

He is tall, his eyes are covered by a white cloth, and a head of silver-white hair dances in the wind. He slowly overlaps with a certain anime character from his memories.

"What the hell? Gojo Satoru?!"

Yu Chenluo says subconsciously.

"Oh! You know me?"

Gojo Satoru looks at the boy before him with slight surprise. In his red pupils, a black tomoe is spinning. He can feel that an incredible amount of cursed energy is gathering in those eyes.

How interesting!

"Hey, do you want to join Jujutsu High?"

"Jujutsu High?"

Yu Chenluo released the brick fragments in his right hand and looked at Gojo Satoru before him, letting out a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure if his eyes had been playing tricks on him, but he had clearly felt his field of vision slow down just moments ago, and now it had returned to normal. He understood exactly what kind of world he had arrived in:

"Jujutsu Kaisen"

A world where cursed spirits were born from negative emotions. But why had he ended up here?

The circumstances of his transmigration were all wrong. Everyone else got sent here by a truck, so why had he arrived so inexplicably?

Forget it, none of that mattered. He had to join Jujutsu High, or he would die a miserable death later on. Seeking shelter was the only thing that mattered right now.

Yu Chenluo took a deep breath, looked at his parents lying on the ground, and asked, "Can you let me bury them?"

"Hmm, of course."

Gojo Satoru watched the boy moving the bodies. There was no desolate hatred in the boy's eyes, only calmness. Furthermore, his originally scarlet pupils had faded to black, and the cursed energy that had been gathering in his eyes flowed back into his body.

He really hadn't expected that coming out for a late-night snack would lead him to such a promising talent. If nurtured, he would surely become very strong!

Yu Chenluo picked up a shovel from the room and dug into the blood-soaked ground bit by bit. It wasn't until he was halfway through that he remembered people usually needed a death certificate when they died.

"..."

He turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru, who was watching from the side, and asked, "Can you help me arrange a funeral for my parents? I'm not really good at this sort of thing."

"Ah? A funeral?"

Gojo Satoru scratched his head, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Don't you have any aunts, uncles, or other elder relatives?"

"Relatives, huh..."

Yu Chenluo closed his eyes tightly, searching through the memories of the original owner of this body. He discovered that those relatives didn't live in Tokyo, and he didn't know their phone numbers. How was he supposed to get a death certificate?

This was a society governed by law. When someone died, you had to go to the local government to obtain a death certificate, but what was he supposed to say?

A supernatural incident?

That his parents died out of thin air while he survived?

Wait...

This kind of situation seemed to fall under the jurisdiction of professional jujutsu sorcerers like them!

Yu Chenluo looked at Gojo Satoru and said, "How am I supposed to explain this? Should I say my parents were killed by a hideous-looking monster?"

"How cold-blooded. Your parents just died right in front of you," Gojo Satoru grinned, revealing his white teeth as he asked, "Could it be that they weren't good to you?"

"That's not it," Yu Chenluo shook his head and said, "They were very good to me. It's just that, right now, I feel a sense of sorrow in my heart, but I simply can't cry. It's a very strange feeling."

"Is that so..."

Gojo Satoru took out his phone, dialed a number, reported the address, and hung up immediately. He then asked the boy in front of him, "What is your name?"

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

"My name is Natsu Hiraku."

Author's Note:

"Please read rationally. The author is writing according to the manga. This world only contains Jujutsu Kaisen, not Naruto, One Piece, or anything else... Please do not comment from an anime-only perspective."

The next day.

At noon, with the sun high in the sky, Natsu Hiraku wore a black kimono and kowtowed three times before the remains of his parents. The area was filled with neighbors from the vicinity. They all stood to the side in black suits, observing a moment of silence.

After the silence, they walked up to him one by one, offering words of encouragement like, "You're the only one left in the family now, you have to be a man."

Looking at these neighbors he wasn't usually close with, he didn't know why they were putting on such a display of grief when they were just neighbors.

Emotional resonance?

Perhaps it was because he had held a poor opinion of his parents in his previous life—no, he had loathed them to the extreme. Or perhaps it was because he had studied medicine, making him more detached regarding life and death. Or maybe he felt deep down that these two weren't his real parents at all. He couldn't feel sad; instead, he watched everything like a bystander.

This world was full of threats. Although he didn't know which point in the Jujutsu Kaisen storyline he was at, and he had forgotten most of the plot, he would definitely survive as long as he followed that invincible guy, Gojo Satoru.

After all, being detached about life and death was one thing, but wanting to die was another. When one was living well, who would actually want to die?

As the funeral ended, the onlookers dispersed one after another.

Natsu Hiraku looked at his parents' Stone Tablet, took a deep breath, walked up, and gently touched the characters carved into it. He whispered, "I'm glad to have had parents like you. I will cherish this body well. Let's take a photo to commemorate this."

After saying that, he took out his phone and snapped a picture of his face alongside the black-and-white photo on the Stone Tablet. Once he had backed it up, he stood up, took off the black kimono, folded it, and placed it in front of the Stone Tablet.

He dialed Gojo Satoru's number and said, "I've finished handling things here. Please come and pick me up, thank you."

"So fast?"

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

On the table lay two reports: one for Natsu Hiraku, and one for a boy named Yuta Okkotsu.

Having finished the call, Natsu Hiraku sat on a bench by the side of the road, watching the passersby. Some of them had strange-looking cursed spirits attached to their bodies.

One looked like a newborn baby, with a hint of scarlet in its two black eyes, its arms wrapped around a man's neck, constantly wailing:

"Father, Papa, Daddy..."

Some resembled centipedes but possessed the heads of human women, their bodies coiled tightly around the man's frame, whispering malicious words:

"If I die, you won't have it easy either. No, no, no, no..."

Others looked like kittens, perched serenely atop a woman's head, their black tails swaying wantonly as if to display their current mood.

So, these are Cursed Spirits...

Natsu Hiraku pondered the original host's memories. Although the past memories were like a shattered mirror, difficult to piece together, the events of the last two years remained vivid.

He was just an ordinary high school student, the most ordinary kind imaginable. His grades were mediocre, his athletic performance was nothing to write home about, and he was only passably good-looking, usually carrying an air of uninhibited nonchalance.

He was what one might call a poser.

Logically speaking, even if someone like him awakened during a crisis, it would be impossible to gain the appreciation of Gojo Satoru. What could be the reason?

Furthermore, the process of him killing the Cursed Spirit last night remained fresh in his mind. The world before his eyes had suddenly slowed down in an instant, and his vision seemed to be flooded with a surge of power, causing the previously invisible Cursed Spirit to manifest immediately.

In the face of his indignant will, everything about the creature appeared laughable; its movements, slow as a tortoise, were riddled with openings.

Crimson cursed energy had involuntarily surged to cover the surface of his body, and then—there was no then. The Cursed Spirit had died on the spot for reasons unknown, and he had lost consciousness.

The source of all these clues pointed directly to his own eyes.