Playing Ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

[Mission complete. Issuing mission rewards: 20 points, permanent +150 cursed energy.]

[Issued.]

[Congratulations, Host, on successfully exploiting a system loophole. Reward: permanent +50 cursed energy. Next mission rewards will be reduced. Keep up the good work.]

"..."

System, you bastard!

Natsu Hiraku was speechless. This damn system really wanted to kill him. Though his heart was bleeding, at least he had completed the mission. He could worry about the next one later. What mattered now was figuring out how to talk to the person in front of him.

After all, Suguru Geto was a Special Grade. If he handled this badly, not even his ashes would remain. Right now, he could only pretend not to know him to ease the awkwardness and seek out a slim chance of survival.

Besides, he did not know much about the plot to begin with. He had simply been drawn in by the characters in this manga.

After all, the first time he learned about these characters had been through a Gojo Satoru cosplay video. That silver-white hair and carefree smile had been incredibly eye-catching, especially that part where he did pole dancing.

And the comments were all saying the same thing: other people cosplayed the appearance, but you just copied and pasted the whole thing!

That was why he had recognized Gojo Satoru at a glance the moment he transmigrated here. The impression had been far too deep.

Then he started thinking about how to cling to a powerful backer so he could live a few more years.

But after getting the system, what he thought about more was how to outwork them all more efficiently.

He said, "Are you close with Teacher Gojo, Mr. Geto? Are you also a teacher at Jujutsu High?"

"Of course we're close. But I'm not a teacher."

As he spoke, Suguru Geto draped his right arm over Natsu Hiraku's shoulders and pointed at the sky with his left hand. "With your talent, I believe you'll soon reach the rank of Grade 1 Sorcerer. When that happens, you'll discover that non-sorcerers are nothing but a bunch of damned monkeys. They'll envy your powerful strength, then reject you."

"..."

If Gojo Satoru found out I even dared to think that, he'd break both my legs by tomorrow.

Natsu Hiraku forced himself to continue, "What are you trying to say, Mr. Geto?"

"Do you want to create a world without non-sorcerers with me?"

"Then... what would the process be...?"

"Of course, we kill all the non-sorcerers. That's the fastest and simplest method."

This conversation could not continue...

Why did it feel like the more secrets he knew, the less likely he was to leave alive?

He did not know what other transmigrators would think, but he still had to struggle a little. Maybe he would succeed?!

"Um... isn't this plan just a little crazy? I don't think ordinary people are as unbearable as you say, Mr. Geto. But if that day really comes... I'll contact you then. How about we exchange phone numbers? My friends are waiting for me."

"Pfft! Hahaha."

Suguru Geto's laughter made Natsu Hiraku panic even more. There was no way such an excuse could possibly work...

"Of course. How interesting. Let's exchange numbers. Once we're done, hurry back to your companions. Don't keep them waiting too long."

As Suguru Geto spoke, he ruffled Natsu Hiraku's messy black hair and took out his phone with his left hand. "My number is... Tell me yours."

Natsu Hiraku hurriedly took out his phone and saved the number. After adding a contact name, he gave his own number. "Mine is..."

After they had exchanged numbers, Suguru Geto patted his shoulder. "All right. Give Gojo Satoru my regards. And if anything's bothering you, I'd be happy if you came to talk with me."

"Okay. Goodbye, Mr. Geto."

After saying that, Natsu Hiraku jogged away. His desire to become stronger grew even firmer. Talking to powerful people scared him half to death; he was terrified that one wrong word would get him instantly killed.

Though Gojo Satoru usually had his back, Gojo Satoru could not always be there!

And that stupid dogshit system kept finding new ways to torment him. Last time, he had soloed a Quasi Grade 1 Cursed Spirit. Fortunately, that cursed spirit had only possessed powerful cursed energy and lacked any real combat techniques.

If it had been like the one he encountered this time, he might have given up on the mission and let Gojo Satoru exorcise it.

I'm out, I'm out. Tomorrow's training volume doubles.

He walked over to Shura, who was waiting in the shopping street, patted his head, and said, "Tomorrow, your training volume doubles with mine."

"Woof~?"

Shura looked utterly confused. Did his master have some kind of serious illness? Training was already exhausting enough, and now it was going to double?!

Just as Shura was about to say something, Natsu Hiraku pinched his mouth shut. "All right, stop complaining. It's decided. Let's go back."

"..."

You really treat a dog like a person...

Shura was speechless, but he had grown used to it. His master was just like that. Every so often, he would come down with some strange illness and make Shura cooperate with him in testing some so-called theoretical data.

The day after the tests, the training plan would always be completely changed.

"You took so long. We've been waiting in the car forever."

Yuta Okkotsu rolled down the window and called out to the approaching Natsu Hiraku.

"Salmon!"

Toge Inumaki, sitting in the passenger seat, agreed.

"Sorry, sorry. My stomach hurt pretty badly. Let's head back."

Back at Jujutsu High.

After briefly explaining what had happened to Gojo Satoru, Natsu Hiraku dragged his exhausted body home to take an afternoon nap. Fighting the cursed spirit had not drained him much, but talking to Suguru Geto had been genuinely stressful.

Training could wait until tomorrow. Today, he needed to properly reward himself for surviving a disaster, and he also needed to come up with a new training plan for Shura.

After all, Shura's combat strength was formidable, but he was far too reckless. The original training method had basically been to charge in however he wanted, since he was meant to soak up damage.

But today had changed that idea.

He realized that if Shura could both stir up trouble and fight like a monster, how disgusting would that be? Once an enemy realized they could not even outthink a dog, he had already won.

"Let's buy a copy of The Art of War online. As long as he masters that book, his future will be limitless!"

Beside him, Shura suddenly felt an inexplicable chill. For some reason, he felt that his future would be worse than death.

"Woof-woo~? (Master, what are you planning?)"

"Nothing. I just think that, as a new dog father, I should teach you how to read so you can make your way in society someday."

"What's reading? Is it food?"

"Uh..."

After thinking for a moment, Natsu Hiraku patted Shura's head and continued, "Of course it's food. Food for the mind. I'm sure you'll like it, Shura."

Hearing that it was food, Shura felt much more at ease. After all, how could eating make him wish he were dead?

Looks like the recent training volume had been a little too high. The stress was getting to him.

This damn system was really something else.

After returning home, Natsu Hiraku took a shower, then lay on his bed and stared at the pure white ceiling above him. He just kept staring. Though he wanted to rest, he had no desire to sleep, and the exhaustion had faded away with the cold water.

It seemed that he did not want to rest right now, but he could not think of anything fun to do either. Shura, on the other hand, found the bed quite comfortable and fell asleep immediately.

The house had been cleaned that morning, so there was nothing to tidy up. Though it felt like they would soon be having the Sister School Exchange Event with Kyoto Jujutsu High, Teacher Gojo had not given them an exact date yet. It seemed to still be under discussion.

And as far as he knew, the first-years only consisted of him and Yuta Okkotsu. He just did not know how many students there were in the other years.

Megumi Fushiguro had mentioned yesterday that he had run into two upperclassmen at the school.

If he had guessed correctly, there were probably only two upperclassmen as well. Including the two of them, that made four people in total. Aside from the first-years, the upperclassmen were already quite strong, and few of them stayed at Jujutsu High on purpose. They had all been assigned elsewhere.

Only fledglings like them, whose wings had yet to spread, remained at the school to receive an education.

It felt like meeting those two upperclassmen would be interesting! Forget it, sleeping at noon would be a waste of time. Besides, he was not sleepy anyway. He would go check out those two upperclassmen!

He was actually looking forward to it!

Natsu Hiraku patted the sleeping Shura. "Stop sleeping. Come take a couple laps around with me. We'll look for two people, then pick up ingredients for a late-night snack. Today was our first battle working together. Even though our coordination was a total mess... we should still commemorate it."

"Awoo~!"

Shura had been somewhat reluctant to wake up, but the moment he heard there would be delicious food, he immediately became alert. He bounced on the bed a few times and barked, "Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof! (Hurry, hurry, hurry! I want something delicious!)"

After barking, he ran for the door. Just as he raised his right paw to open it, a chill suddenly ran down the back of his head, followed by a fierce slap.

Smack!

Natsu Hiraku was startled when he saw Shura about to open the door and hurriedly stopped him. "I haven't put on clothes yet, you unfilial brat! Do you think everyone is like you? Walking around the streets naked?"

He was completely naked right now, not even wearing underwear. What if someone happened to be outside—and what if it was Maki?!

Heh... just destroy the world. I'm tired.

Shura's ears drooped as he looked aggrieved. "Whine~ (Was I wrong for wanting food?)"

"You weren't wrong. Once I'm dressed, you won't be wrong. Before that, even opening the door is wrong."

After lecturing him, Natsu Hiraku took out clean clothes from his bag. Honestly, raising a dog was not easy. Though it added a little fun to daily life, when he had first gotten Shura, the little guy would pee and poop everywhere in the house.

It took two days of hands-on teaching before he taught the little guy how to squat on a toilet. Honestly, the first time he saw a dog squatting on a toilet, it had felt pretty strange. But then he remembered that he had taught him, and his sense of accomplishment instantly maxed out.

After all, how impressive was it to have a dog that could flush the toilet!

Uh...

Natsu Hiraku suddenly realized something was wrong. Wasn't a dog using the toilet the truly outrageous part...?

Wouldn't that sound kind of bizarre if he told people?

After getting dressed, he walked to the door and patted Shura's head. "All right, don't be sad. How about we cancel tonight's training?"

The moment he heard training was canceled, all the negative emotions in Shura's mind vanished like smoke. After all, that training volume was truly not something a three-month-old puppy could endure.

Who could understand training nonstop from half an hour after dinner until midnight without relying on cursed energy reinforcement?

And who could understand the pain of getting hit in the head by tree branches because it was too dark?

Sometimes, he even suspected that his master was not human at all. His master got up at exactly 5:30 in the morning to train, then went to bed at 12:30 at night, sleeping only five hours a day.

Shura himself had it better. He did not get up until after seven, barring special circumstances. If he had gotten up as early as his master...

The grass on his grave would probably be growing by now.

Click—

The door opened, and Natsu Hiraku and Shura stepped outside. They had barely taken two steps when they ran into Yuta Okkotsu, who was running toward them. When Yuta saw him, his face lit up with delight. He seemed to have something to say, so Natsu Hiraku asked:

"What is it?"

"Hiraku-kun, great! I thought you were taking an afternoon nap."

Natsu Hiraku asked in confusion, "I was planning to, but I realized I couldn't sleep. Is something wrong?"

"Teacher Gojo called the two of us over. It seems to be about going to Kyoto Jujutsu High, and there are also two upperclassmen we don't know."

"Huh? Really!"

Natsu Hiraku looked surprised when he heard that he would not need to seek out the upperclassmen himself. Though he had considered that the upperclassmen returning meant they would be participating in the Sister School Exchange Event with Kyoto, he had not expected it to happen so soon.

They came back yesterday, and they were leaving today?

No, no, no. Maybe they were just being called over to get acquainted with each other. That would make it easier to work together.

"Of course. Let's hurry over. Teacher Gojo and the others are waiting in the classroom."

"Okay."

The two boys and one dog arrived outside the classroom.

Gojo Satoru was standing at the podium. When he saw the two of them arrive, he waved and said, "Good afternoon. I thought Hiraku-kun would come over very late because you were taking a nap, but you got here quickly. Let me introduce you to two second-year upperclassmen!"

"Good afternoon, Teacher Gojo." ×2

As soon as Natsu Hiraku walked in, he saw the two upperclassmen sitting in their seats.