Playing Ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

"Heh heh..."

Natsu Hiraku let out a few cold laughs, scratched his hair with his left hand, and said helplessly, "Seriously, can't you just let me enjoy one afternoon in peace? Why do you have to make me angry?"

The uncle was utterly baffled. Natsu had said a whole bunch of things he hadn't understood at all, and he urged him anxiously, "Don't just stand there, kid. Take the money and go. A dog this big will affect the other customers coming over."

"Ah, forget it. I'm bored out of my mind today anyway."

Natsu took out his phone and asked a fearless passerby for the address, then skillfully dialed the police.

In any other place, Natsu might have simply let the dog bite him. Fortunately, there were too many people here, and that saved the dog-selling uncle's life. Otherwise, Natsu would have made him experience some bone-breaking massage techniques.

Seeing that Natsu was about to call the police, the stall owner panicked and shouted in a low voice, "Stop, stop! Those five portions of takoyaki are free, and I'll refund your ten thousand yen right now, kid!"

What a joke. Even if he ran, he couldn't exactly run off with the stall. This stall had cost him a fortune.

"Oh? Really? I didn't force you, did I?"

Natsu stopped the hand that was dialing and turned toward the stall owner.

"No, no. I'm giving it to you willingly, kid. Heh heh heh."

The uncle laughed, put the five thousand yen back into his pocket, then took out the ten thousand yen Natsu had handed him earlier and gave it back.

Natsu lowered his head toward Shura. After confirming that nothing had been missed, he pocketed the ten thousand yen, took the five portions of takoyaki, and happily left.

"Thanks, uncle. You're such a nice person."

The uncle: "..."

The world was black. Amid the blaring horns around him, only the leash in his hand guided him slowly forward. He did not know where they were going, nor what scenery lay along the way. But he knew that under Shura's guidance, he could always return home.

He did not know where they were headed. The takoyaki in his left hand remained unopened, while the honking gradually faded until it disappeared entirely. The gravel beneath his feet had become rustling grass.

Natsu asked in confusion, "Where are we?"

"Woof woof woof! (Grass. Eat!)"

"Mm, true. We've walked so long without finding anywhere suitable to eat."

Natsu released the leash in his right hand and sat down on the grass. He took off his sunglasses and set them aside, placed the takoyaki in his left hand before him, then opened one serving and put it in front of Shura.

Shura immediately dug into the food he had been waiting for so eagerly.

Natsu unhurriedly opened the other portions of takoyaki until only the final serving remained in his hands, while the other four had all been placed before Shura.

He picked up a skewer, stabbed a takoyaki ball, and ate it. As he ate, he imagined the past and the future. He rarely did this, because unrealistic dreams tended to leave him restless and irritated.

But today was a day off, so it did not matter. Life was merely a drifting dream. He could forget it all tomorrow.

Who knew how much time passed before he finally finished a serving of takoyaki. Feeling the cool breeze in the air, he knew evening was approaching. He patted Shura beside him and asked, "Anywhere else you want to go?"

"Woof. (Let's go home.)"

"Home... then let's go."

Natsu picked up his sunglasses and slowly stood. After brushing the dirt from his pants, he picked up the five plastic containers from the ground and, led by Shura, threw them into a nearby trash can.

After tidying everything up, he headed home.

An hour later.

Natsu rode Shura back to Jujutsu High. As they passed the training grounds, he caught the scent of grilled meat.

Just as he was wondering who was grilling meat, Shura beneath him stopped walking, and familiar voices rang out from all around.

Panda: "Natsu, you're finally back! We've been waiting forever. Come eat barbecue with us!"

Yuta Okkotsu: "Yeah. Teacher Gojo said your eyes were injured and that you'd need a few days of rest before recovering. We'll take care of your food, clothes, and daily needs these next few days."

Maki Zenin: "What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to show some appreciation?"

Toge Inumaki: "Bonito flakes, tuna. (The author has no idea what he's saying either.)"

Kento Nanami: "Hahaha, hurry up and try my cooking. I can't cook, and I'm not much good at comforting people either, but I think my grilled meat is pretty decent."

Kirara Hoshi: "You guys made him cry!"

Tears filled Natsu's eyes as memories hidden within the original owner's mind resurfaced. Those neighbors who had come to see his parents off had been the same way. They were only his parents' friends, not his. Yet when he was little, he often visited them. It had simply been so long that he gradually stopped going and forgot about them. It was normal for them to mourn the death of friends. Now, he regretted thinking of them that way and realized how harsh and coldhearted he had been.

As those memories fully returned, perhaps he and the former owner of this body were no different after all. Both of them existed within him.

When I have time... I should go back and apologize...

Natsu slowly wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes, a smile appearing on his lips. "It's nothing. I just remembered some things. Let's go eat meat."

"Oh, everyone's here? Then let's eat! Who wants beer?"

Gojo Satoru's voice came from nearby. Everyone turned to see him carrying a crate of beer in his hands.

"Gojo, you brat. I thought you specifically came to get me because something good was happening. You only wanted me to carry beer and drinks?"

Principal Yaga was carrying a crate of beer and beverages, grumbling nonstop with murderous intent. It seemed that the moment he put down the heavy load, he would slaughter Gojo Satoru.

"Don't say that. Isn't there barbecue? Principal, just treat tomorrow as a day off. Tonight, we drink until we drop." Gojo Satoru casually said, holding the crate of beer with one hand.

"Me! Teacher Gojo, I want beer!" Kento Nanami raised his hand and shouted.

"I want a drink." Kirara Hoshi said.

Feeling everyone's enthusiasm, Natsu unexpectedly asked Gojo Satoru for a bottle of alcohol. It was not to drown his sorrows; the atmosphere had reached this point, and he felt it would be awkward not to drink.

Everyone sat around the training grounds while Kento Nanami chugged beer and grilled meat nearby, occasionally shouting, "This is what youth is all about!"

Natsu had grilled meat in his mouth, with four empty beer bottles beside him. His face was flushed, his gaze slightly unfocused, and he listened to everyone recounting old stories.

Gojo Satoru had completely gone wild. He was currently doing one-handed Thomas flares nearby. He was so skilled that even professionals would have dropped to their knees and begged him to teach them.

Yuta Okkotsu had a poor tolerance for alcohol. Natsu had forcefully made him drink a bottle of beer, and he was now lying on the ground, sleeping soundly.

Toge Inumaki sat to one side and calmly drank his beverage. No one dared force alcohol on him. After all, if he started spewing drunken nonsense, everyone except Gojo Satoru, Yuta Okkotsu, and Yaga Masamichi would be on their knees.

Seeing that no one was forcing him to drink, Toge Inumaki felt a little disappointed.

Panda was the storyteller, telling jokes that he found amusing.

Maki Zenin burped drunkenly and complained about old events too, including the incident when Natsu had hugged her leg on his first day here.

As for Natsu himself, he had already blacked out. He became a merciless drinking machine, finding the cups too small and boring, so he started drinking straight from the bottle.

Yaga Masamichi had not drunk much. He sighed calmly, "Being young is nice. It makes me remember the past."

The next day.

The alarm did not ring as usual. Natsu lay spread-eagled across the bed, muttering drunken nonsense, "Anyone who doesn't drink until they puke isn't leaving... Toge can't drink... otherwise, we'll all die..."

The sun had already risen. Feeling thirsty, Natsu slowly woke up, rubbing his aching forehead as he muttered, "Hiss... how much did I drink yesterday?"

"Uh..."

Looking at the white ceiling above him and the sunlight streaming in from the balcony, Natsu instantly woke up. He sat up and looked around. Although he knew his eyesight would return, he could not help shouting in delight, "Woohoo! I can see! I'm not disabled anymore!"

That cheer woke Shura, who was still asleep. He drooped his ears and stared blankly at his owner before changing positions and continuing to sleep.

Yesterday, his owner had apparently made him drink something that had left him dizzy and blurred his vision, twisting the world before his eyes.

Excitedly, Natsu picked up his phone and looked at his eyes in the black screen. As cursed energy flowed in, his black pupils gradually turned scarlet. One tomoe slowly appeared, but it did not stop there.

Feeling that his eyes could still store more cursed energy, Natsu seemed to realize something. As more and more cursed energy poured in, an unsurprised smile appeared on his face, until the second tomoe was born!

The Two-Tomoe Sharingan was fully revealed. For some reason, with the birth of the two tomoe, he could feel the increase in cursed energy within his body. It seemed greater than before.

Natsu opened the system panel.

[Host: Natsu Hiraku]

[Cursed Energy: 1000, Grade 2 Sorcerer]

[Stamina: 20]

[Eye Technique: Two-Tomoe Sharingan]

[Ninjutsu: Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation, Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique, Summoning Technique, Substitution Technique.]

[Taijutsu: Self-Defense Techniques, Military Fist, Sanda, Jeet Kune Do, February Sky Saber Technique.]

Grade 2...

Natsu frowned deeply, seemingly surprised by this development. He knew the Sharingan's evolution would provide a boost, but he had not expected it to give him this much. He had jumped straight to Grade 2 Sorcerer.

Interesting.

After deactivating the Sharingan, Natsu took a deep breath. His mood brightened. With the Two-Tomoe Sharingan, it seemed that he no longer needed to fear Todo Aoi.

Besides, his upperclassman was no pushover. Once he came back, he could let those two similarly built guys fight each other while he specifically picked on the weaker ones. He would worry about the rest once the system issued another mission.

For some reason, he felt like he could make a huge profit.

"Mm-hm-hm..."

Humming a little tune, Natsu got out of bed. After drinking his first glass of water that morning, he entered the bathroom. Once he had quickly washed up and changed clothes, he headed straight out.

As for Shura...

Natsu had apparently been so drunk yesterday that he had made Shura drink two bottles. It would have been stranger if he could get up right now.

It was only seven-thirty, but the training grounds held only Maki Zenin and Toge Inumaki. Everyone else seemed to still be passed out and had not woken up yet.

Natsu watched the two of them running, stretched his body a few times, and joined them.

Toge Inumaki and Maki Zenin also noticed that Natsu's eyes had recovered.

Maki Zenin said, "Your eyes recovered pretty quickly. I was planning to bring you food from the cafeteria later."

Toge Inumaki agreed, "Salmon."

"Yeah. Doctor Shoko said it would take about half a day or a day to recover. It wasn't as exaggerated as Teacher Gojo's three or four days." Natsu explained.

"Is that so? Then do you want to spar later?"

Facing Maki Zenin's invitation to spar, Natsu smiled slightly. "Gladly."

He also needed to test just how strong the Two-Tomoe Sharingan was. He had only been transported here for such a short time, yet he had evolved his eyes from one tomoe to two. In a sense, he was a genius.

He also knew the Great Fireball Technique and Great Fire Annihilation. If this were a ninja academy, he could have graduated early. But the problem was that he was in Jujutsu Kaisen, where there were too many geniuses.

It made him seem like trash...

After running more than ten laps around the training grounds, Toge Inumaki sat to one side drinking water, his eyes fixed on the two people in the field. For some reason, Natsu felt different today. His eyes seemed clearer than before.

Maki Zenin swung the long staff in her hand a few times and asked, "Natsu, are you sure you don't want a wooden sword?"

"No. Since we're getting serious, fists are enough!"

As Natsu spoke, scarlet cursed energy covered his body, and the Two-Tomoe Sharingan was fully revealed.

"Interesting. Your eyes changed again."

Maki Zenin muttered inwardly. She knew Natsu was no longer the same as before, so she shouted to Toge Inumaki beside her, "Toge, take the naginata out of my backpack and give it to me!"

"Salmon!"

Toge Inumaki picked up the backpack beside him, unzipped it, took out the naginata inside, and tossed it to Maki Zenin in the field.

Maki Zenin threw the wooden staff aside, caught the flying naginata, spun it twice, lowered her body, and said, "Let's begin!"

"Hmph! Today, I'll definitely turn this around!"

Natsu moved as soon as he spoke. He could feel the Sharingan's power now. The genjutsu created by the One-Tomoe Sharingan had not been very useful against sorcerers or people with strong wills, but this was the Two-Tomoe Sharingan. It could still create a brief illusion for them.

On the battlefield, even a moment of distraction could be fatal!

"Ridiculous. No matter how much your eyes evolve, I'm putting you on the ground today!"

Maki Zenin took a deep breath, explosively pushed off with her calves, and swung the naginata directly at Natsu.

"Step! Step!"

Natsu took two steps forward and settled into a firm horse stance. His mouth opened slightly as he drew a breath into his lungs, sending power flowing through his entire body. The two tomoe in his eyes spun rapidly as he stared intently at the incoming naginata.

Just as the naginata was about to strike the young man, he moved. His right hand clenched into a fist and slammed fiercely against the weapon's shaft. Using all his strength, the muscles in his right arm bulged, distinct as coiling worms.