I Play Ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Three of them were related to Fire Release. Was he supposed to follow the Uchiha's old path?

The technique of Fire Release that couldn't burn anyone to death!

Natsu Hiraku stepped out of the long line and walked toward Todo Aoi.

What was this guy trying to do? It seemed like they didn't know each other.

Todo Aoi looked at the approaching youth with a puzzled expression. One look at his youthful face told him that he was a first-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High and hadn't been enrolled for long.

Moreover, they had never even met, let alone known each other. Could he have encountered a kindred spirit?

That was right, he had come for Takada's autograph too. He was a kindred spirit! They were both jujutsu sorcerers and liked the same person. What else could that be if not fate?

Before Natsu Hiraku could introduce himself, Todo Aoi hugged himself with tears in his eyes and said, "I understand! We're the same kind of people?"

"Huh?"

No, what did you understand?

I haven't even said anything yet!

Natsu Hiraku was completely baffled. He had only come over to say hello and make himself familiar. What exactly had this guy understood?

"Brother! Although we aren't from the same school, as your second-year big brother, I can't let you go back and wait in line again. Take this autograph!"

After saying that, Todo Aoi took off his short-sleeved shirt, revealing the solid muscles beneath. He carefully folded the shirt and placed it in Natsu Hiraku's hands.

Natsu Hiraku: ???

No, I just came over here. Why did you take off your shirt?

"No, there's no need..."

Before he could finish, Todo Aoi cut in again. "My name is Todo Aoi. I like girls with big boobs. What kind of girl do you like?"

"..."

This was so awkward...

Natsu Hiraku could feel the strange looks around him. He suddenly regretted waiting here for Todo Aoi, but he still forced himself to say, "My name is Natsu Hiraku. I'm a first-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High. Nice to meet you. I like girls who are valiant and dashing."

"Oh! Is that so? Not bad! Come on, let's talk while we walk."

"Your shirt..."

"Don't want it, don't want it. Keep it as a collectible. After all, Takada's love is deeply engraved in my heart, and I will never forget it!"

After saying that, Todo Aoi stroked the autograph on his chest. The blissful expression on his face scared Natsu Hiraku so badly that he wanted to run away.

Was this some parallel universe where he had become gay?

"Oh, okay..."

Natsu Hiraku looked helplessly at the shirt in his hands. This attempt at making friends had been quite successful, but something still felt off, as if there had been some kind of misunderstanding.

After chatting for half an hour, Natsu Hiraku left on the excuse that he had to go back and cook. He couldn't stay there for even one more second; the passersby were looking at him more and more strangely.

This was ridiculous!

Time to go, time to go. If he didn't get back to cook soon, the ingredients would go bad.

Half an hour later, Natsu Hiraku had just gotten out of the taxi when he saw Principal Yaga talking to a man.

The man wore a sharp suit and looked like a successful businessman. A black sedan was parked beside him, while two burly bald security guards stood there with solemn expressions.

What the hell...

Which company president was this? Why did he make such a huge fuss just going out?

As Natsu Hiraku wondered, Principal Yaga's voice reached his ears.

"Hiraku, come here. I happen to have a mission for you."

"Coming."

Natsu Hiraku took a look at the man's face and immediately felt that it seemed familiar. He appeared to have seen a similar face somewhere before. Though he couldn't remember who it was, he still replied politely.

"Hello, my name is Natsu Hiraku. I'm a student at Jujutsu High."

"Hello, my name is Mitsuchi Ichitaki. I hope we can get along well in the days ahead."

Get along well...

What the hell?

Natsu Hiraku glanced at Principal Yaga, his little eyes filled with huge confusion.

Yaga Masamichi coughed twice and said, "Although this mission came rather suddenly, for the next half month, you'll be responsible for protecting Mr. Mitsuchi's daughter from cursed spirit attacks."

"Huh?! Half a month?"

This was the first time Natsu Hiraku had heard of a jujutsu sorcerer having to protect someone for half a month. Shouldn't they just exorcise the cursed spirits around her and leave?

Could it be that she had some kind of spirit-attracting constitution, constantly drawing in nearby cursed spirits?

"Ahem!"

Yaga Masamichi reminded him in a low voice, "Just go with her and act as her bodyguard for half a month. No matter what happens during that time, you must protect his daughter's safety."

"Why? What kind of jujutsu sorcerer works as a bodyguard?"

Natsu Hiraku replied in a low voice.

"Because they specifically requested you by name with a photo, and they paid five hundred million."

"..."

Damn, so they had sold me off for half a month for five hundred million, and I wouldn't get a single cent?

Natsu Hiraku looked at Yaga Masamichi with disdain.

"When you get back, I'll give you ten million."

The moment Yaga Masamichi finished speaking, Natsu Hiraku changed expressions faster than flipping a page. Smiling at Mitsuchi Ichitaki beside him, he said, "It would be my pleasure to serve you. Would you like to come in and have dinner with us? I'm about to make my friends their final dinner before I leave."

Their final dinner...

It wasn't like he was heading off to die. Why did he make it sound so tragic...

Mitsuchi Ichitaki wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "It's fine. Since Lord Hiraku has plans today, tomorrow will do as well. Here is my assistant's number. Please call him when you're done."

"Okay, no problem!"

Natsu Hiraku accepted the business card, glanced at the number on it, and watched the big money man leave.

"You brat, where did you hook yourself a wealthy family?"

Yaga Masamichi patted Natsu Hiraku on the shoulder and laughed loudly. "Hahaha, five hundred million! We've struck it rich, struck it rich!"

"If you keep patting me, I'm going to fall apart..."

After complaining, Natsu Hiraku tore up the business card. He had already firmly memorized everything on it.

He also began to wonder just who this rich family was. Had they met before?

Childhood sweethearts?

No, no. The original owner's memories were all in his head. His family had been poor for three generations. Where could he have gotten such a wealthy childhood sweetheart?

This was getting ridiculous. They had specifically requested him by name and generously given the school five hundred million.

Hiss...

He should look it up online. Something about this felt wrong.

When faced with Yaga Masamichi's question, Natsu Hiraku merely brushed it off with an "I don't know" before leaving. It was already four in the afternoon. If he didn't start cooking, they could forget about dinner and just have a late-night meal instead.

"The last dish is ready!"

It was already eight in the evening. Natsu Hiraku had been busy alone in the kitchen for a full four hours. Since the kitchen at home was too small, he had even borrowed the school's large kitchen.

One person running three stoves had left the school's chefs doubting themselves.

"Dinner! Dinner!"

Panda had just picked up his chopsticks when Natsu Hiraku stopped him. "Don't start eating yet. I have something to say. I have a mission tomorrow and will be leaving for half a month. Since I'll be gone for that long, I hope none of you miss me too much."

A mission?

How come I didn't know about it?

The four people and Panda all looked toward Gojo Satoru, who was stuffing his face nearby.

Maki Zenin asked, "Teacher Gojo, what mission is it? Why didn't we know about it?"

"It's just a bodyguard mission. He's protecting the daughter of the future successor of Mitsuchi Group for half a month. That's all I know, since the principal personally assigned him the mission."

After speaking, Gojo Satoru continued eating the food on the table. His satisfied expression showed that today's dishes suited his taste quite well.

What did you mean, personally...

I clearly just walked right into the line of fire.

And why did you come over here so openly to eat?

After complaining internally, Natsu Hiraku sat down to eat. From Gojo Satoru, he learned that Mitsuchi Ichitaki was currently competing with his brother Mitsuchi Shinichi for the position of the group's chairman. Then, Mitsuchi Ichitaki's daughter supposedly knew him and had specifically requested him as her protector.

If his guess was right, that was probably what had happened. He would need to look up more information online when he rested that night.

After all, he didn't recognize that surname at all.

"Oh, so you've become a rich son-in-law."

Maki Zenin's words instantly ignited everyone's gossiping instincts.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"No..." Natsu Hiraku choked on his food. He gulped down some soda and said, "I don't even know what she looks like. How did I become a rich son-in-law?"

"Oh, don't be so shy. Everyone here could handle a bodyguard mission, so hurry up and tell us how far things have progressed."

Panda wore the expression of a man who understood.

Gojo Satoru also stopped eating and looked at the silent Natsu Hiraku with great interest.

"I told you I don't know her. Panda, if you keep insulting my reputation, don't blame me for getting rough. Be careful, or I'll test my new move on you!"

As Natsu Hiraku spoke, his hands began forming seals.

"No, no, no, I admit I was wrong."

Having witnessed that fire, Panda hurriedly apologized. If that hit him, it would be disastrous. At the very least, all the fur he had painstakingly maintained for so long would turn to ash.

"A new move?"

Megumi Fushiguro's eyes filled with curiosity. Through Nue's vision, he had seen that Natsu Hiraku needed to stand still and form hand seals for around two seconds. The next time they sparred, Megumi only needed to stay close to suppress him.

Moreover, he had learned from Maki that Natsu Hiraku's eyes possessed extremely powerful tracking and copying abilities.

It could be said that he had practically no weaknesses in close combat, unless someone overwhelmed him with sheer physical strength.

How could Natsu Hiraku not know what Megumi Fushiguro was thinking? He just wanted to watch, then defeat him next time. So Natsu Hiraku said directly:

"Want to see it? Heh! I won't let you!"

Natsu Hiraku stuck out his tongue, then started eating with gusto. After cooking for four hours, he was nearly exhausted.

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone talked freely about their lives and shared their thoughts about the future. They also gained new perspectives and understandings of one another.

Once the gathering ended and they finished cleaning up, everyone went home to sleep.

Mitsuchi Group Co., Ltd. was a leading company in the fast-food industry. Its chairman, Mitsuchi Souji, was currently fifty-nine years old. He had two sons: his eldest, Mitsuchi Shinichi, and his younger son, Mitsuchi Ichitaki.

And Mitsuchi Ichitaki's daughter was...

Natsu Hiraku lay on his bed, looking through information circulating online. It was more or less what he had expected: Mitsuchi Ichitaki was competing with his brother Mitsuchi Shinichi for the chairman's position.

When he saw the photo of Mitsuchi Ichitaki's daughter, he finally understood why the man's face had felt familiar that afternoon. She was the woman he had saved in the alley last time.

So she wasn't some naive airhead. She was just so damn rich that she had never bothered counting how much loose change was in her bag...

Holy shit!