Playing Ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

"Heh heh..."

Natsu Hiraku let out a few cold laughs, scratching his hair with his left hand, and said helplessly, "Seriously, can't you just let me have a good afternoon? You have to make me angry."

The uncle felt inexplicable at the moment. He had said a lot of things that he didn't understand a single word of. He urged impatiently, "Don't just stand there, kid. Hurry up and take the money. Such a big dog will scare away other customers."

"Ah, forget it. I'm bored to death today anyway."

Natsu Hiraku took out his phone from his pocket, asked a passerby for the address, and then skillfully dialed the emergency number.

If it were somewhere else, Natsu Hiraku might have let the dog bite him. Fortunately, there were many people around here, which saved the dog's uncle's life. Otherwise, he would have made him experience bone-setting massage therapy.

Seeing that Natsu Hiraku was going to call the police, the stall owner panicked and shouted in a low voice, "Stop, stop! I'll give you the five servings of takoyaki for free, and I'll return the ten thousand yen to you right now, kid!"

It was a joke; if he ran away, he wouldn't even be able to keep this stall, and this stall was so expensive.

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

Natsu Hiraku stopped his right hand, which was dialing the phone, and turned to the stall owner.

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

The uncle smiled, put five thousand yen back into his pocket, took out the ten thousand yen Natsu Hiraku had given him earlier, and handed it over.

Natsu Hiraku lowered his head and looked at Asura. After learning that he hadn't missed anything, he took the ten thousand yen and put it in his pocket, happily leaving with the five servings of takoyaki.

He said, "Thanks, uncle. You're so kind."

The uncle: "..."

A black world, the noisy honking of horns in his ears, only the rope in his hand led him forward. Although he didn't know where he was going, nor the scenery along the way, he knew that under Asura's guidance, he could always go home.

Not knowing where he was going, the takoyaki in his left hand remained unopened. The honking in his ears gradually decreased until it disappeared. The gravel under his feet turned into "rustling" grass.

Natsu Hiraku asked doubtfully, "Where is this?"

"Woof woof woof! (Grassland, let's eat!)"

"Yeah, that's right. I've been walking for so long without a suitable place to eat."

Natsu Hiraku loosened the leash in his right hand and sat on the grass. He took off his sunglasses and put them aside, placed the takoyaki in his left hand in front of him, and opened one serving to put in front of Asura.

Asura looked at the food he had been looking forward to for a long time and began to devour it.

Natsu Hiraku leisurely opened the other takoyaki, until only the last serving remained in his hand. The other four servings were placed in front of Asura.

He picked up a skewer and ate a piece of takoyaki, thinking about the past and future. He rarely did this because having unrealistic dreams would make him agitated.

However, today was a day off, so it didn't matter. It was all just a fleeting dream, and he would forget it tomorrow.

After an unknown amount of time, one serving of takoyaki was finally finished. Feeling the cool breeze in the air, he knew it was almost evening. He patted Asura beside him and asked, "Where else do you want to play?"

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

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

Natsu Hiraku picked up his sunglasses and slowly stood up, patting the dirt off his pants. He picked up the five plastic containers from the ground and, led by Asura, threw them into a nearby trash can.

After tidying everything up, he walked in the direction of home.

An hour later.

Natsu Hiraku rode Asura back to Jujutsu High. As he passed the training ground, he smelled the aroma of grilled meat.

While wondering whose barbecue it was, Asura, beneath him, stopped. Familiar voices echoed from all around.

Panda: "Raku, you're finally back! We've been waiting for you for a long time. Let's eat barbecue together!"

Yuta Okkotsu: "Yeah, Teacher Gojo said you couldn't see and would need a few days to recover. We'll take care of your daily needs during this time."

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

Toge Inumaki: "Salmon roe, tuna. (The author doesn't know what he's saying either.)"

Kento Nanami: "Hahaha, hurry up and try my cooking. Although I'm not good at cooking or comforting people, I think my barbecue is pretty good."

Kirara Hoshi: "You're making him cry with emotion!"

Tears welled up in Natsu Hiraku's eyes. He recalled some hidden memories of the original host. The neighbors who had seen off his parents before were the same. They were just friends of his parents, not his own. He used to visit them often when he was a child, but as time passed and he didn't visit as much, they forgot about him. It was normal to be sad when friends passed away. He regretted missing them so much back then and knew he had been too harsh and cold-blooded.

As these memories fully returned, perhaps he was no different from his past self (referring to the original body owner). They both existed.

"I should... go apologize..."

Natsu Hiraku thought to himself, slowly wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. He revealed a smile and said, "It's okay, I just remembered something. Let's go eat meat."

"Yo, everyone's here? Then let's go eat together! Anyone want to drink?"

Gojo Satoru's voice came. Everyone turned to look at him, a case of beer in his hand.

"Satoru, you brat, I thought you came specifically to call me for something good, but it turns out you just wanted me to carry alcohol and drinks?"

Principal Yaga, carrying a case of beer and drinks, complained incessantly. His killing intent was palpable, as if he would slaughter Gojo Satoru once he put down the heavy load.

"Don't say that. Isn't there barbecue? Principal, just consider it a day off tomorrow. We won't go home until we're drunk today," Gojo Satoru said calmly, holding the beer case with one hand.

"I, Teacher Gojo, want to drink!" Kento Nanami shouted, raising his hand.

"I want a drink," Kirara Hoshi said.

Feeling the enthusiasm of everyone, Natsu Hiraku unprecedentedly asked Gojo Satoru for a bottle of alcohol. It wasn't to drown his sorrows, but because the atmosphere had reached that point, and he felt it would be wrong not to drink.

Everyone sat on the training grounds, while Kento Nanami guzzled beer and grilled meat, occasionally shouting, "This is youth!"

Natsu Hiraku, with a skewer of grilled meat in his mouth and four empty beer bottles beside him, had a rosy complexion and slightly hazy eyes, listening to the stories from the others.

Gojo Satoru had completely let loose, performing a one-handed Thomas spin nearby. His skill was so professional that even professionals would kneel and beg him to teach them.

Yuta Okkotsu couldn't hold his liquor well. After being forced to drink a bottle of beer by Natsu Hiraku, he was now lying on the ground, fast asleep.

Toge Inumaki sat to the side, calmly drinking a beverage. No one dared to force him to drink, as his nonsensical pronouncements, if spoken aloud, would make everyone except Gojo Satoru, Yuta Okkotsu, and Yaga Masamichi kneel.

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

Panda was the storyteller, sharing jokes he found particularly funny.

Maki Zenin, hiccuping from the alcohol, also complained about past events, including the time Natsu Hiraku clung to her leg when he first arrived.

As for Natsu Hiraku himself, he had already blacked out and become a merciless drinking machine. He started to disdain the small wine glasses, finding them uninteresting, and began drinking directly from the bottle.

Yaga Masamichi didn't drink much, calmly remarking, "Youth is good. It makes me recall the past."

The next day.

The alarm clock didn't ring as usual. Natsu Hiraku lay sprawled on the bed in a starfish position, muttering incoherently, "Whoever doesn't drink until they puke today isn't leaving. Toge can't drink... otherwise, everyone dies..."

The sun had already risen. Feeling thirsty, Natsu Hiraku slowly woke up, rubbing his throbbing forehead and muttering, "Hiss, how much did I drink yesterday?"

"Ugh..."

Looking at the clean white ceiling and the sunlight streaming in from the balcony, Natsu Hiraku instantly sobered up. He got up and looked around. Although he knew his eyes would recover, he couldn't help but exclaim with joy, "Woohoo! I can see! I'm not disabled anymore!"

This shout woke up Asura, who was still sleeping. He drooped his ears, looked at his master blankly, and then changed his position to continue sleeping.

Yesterday, his master had given him something to drink, which made him feel dizzy and the world around him distorted.

Natsu Hiraku excitedly picked up his phone and gazed at his eyes in the black screen. As he injected Cursed Energy, his black pupils gradually turned scarlet, and a single tomoe slowly appeared, but it didn't stop there.

Feeling that his eyes could store more Cursed Energy, Natsu Hiraku seemed to sense something. As he injected more and more Cursed Energy, a smile of "just as I expected" appeared on his face, until the birth of another tomoe!

The Two-Tomoe Sharingan was fully revealed. For some reason, with the birth of the Two-Tomoe, he could feel an increase in his Cursed Energy, seemingly more than before.

Natsu Hiraku clicked on the system panel.

[Host: Natsu Hiraku]
[Cursed Energy: 1000, Grade 2 Sorcerer]
[Stamina: 20]
[Dojutsu: 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 Hiraku frowned, seemingly surprised by this situation. Although he knew the evolution of the Sharingan would bring an increase, he didn't expect it to be so much, instantly reaching Grade 2 Sorcerer.

Interesting.

Closing his Sharingan, Natsu Hiraku took a deep breath, his mood instantly becoming pleasant. With his Two-Tomoe Sharingan, he no longer seemed to need to fear Todo Aoi.

Besides, his seniors weren't pushovers. When they returned, he would have those two similarly sized individuals spar, and he would focus on fighting the weaker ones. He would deal with the rest when the System issued a mission.

For some reason, he felt like he could make a fortune.

"Ooh-hoo-hoo..."

Natsu Hiraku hummed a tune as he got out of bed. After drinking his first cup of water in the morning, he went into the bathroom. After a simple wash and change, he went straight out.

As for Asura...

He had been so drunk yesterday that he seemed to have given him two bottles. It would be a miracle if he could even get up now.

It was only 7:30 AM, but only Maki Zenin and Toge Inumaki were on the training grounds. The others seemed to still be asleep and hadn't woken up.

Natsu Hiraku watched the two of them running and stretched his limbs before joining them.

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

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

Toge Inumaki chimed in, "Salmon."

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

"Is that so? Want to spar later then?"

Facing Maki Zenin's invitation to spar, Natsu Hiraku smiled slightly and said, "I'd be happy to."

At this moment, he also needed to test how strong his Two-Tomoe Sharingan truly was. How long had it been since he transmigrated? He had already evolved his eyes from One-Tomoe to Two-Tomoe. In a way, he was a genius.

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

It made him feel like trash...

After running around the training grounds for more than ten laps, Toge Inumaki sat down to drink water, his eyes fixed on the two in the field. For some reason, Natsu Hiraku felt different today; his eyes seemed more lucid than before.

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

"No, I'm going to get serious, my fists are enough!"

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

"Interesting, your eyes have changed again."

Maki Zenin muttered inwardly, knowing that Natsu Hiraku was no longer the same as before. She called out to Toge Inumaki beside her, "Toge, get the naginata out of my backpack for me!"

"Salmon!"

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

Maki Zenin threw the staff in her hand aside, took the flying naginata, twirled it a couple of times, lowered her stance, and said, "Let's begin!"

"Hmph! Today, I'll definitely turn the tables on you!"

With that, Natsu Hiraku moved. He could feel the power of his Sharingan at this moment. The genjutsu created by his One-Tomoe Sharingan wasn't very effective against sorcerers or those with strong wills, but this was his Two-Tomoe. It could still create brief illusions for them.

On the battlefield, even a momentary distraction could be fatal!

"Ridiculous! No matter how your eyes evolve, you'll be lying down today!"

Maki Zenin took a deep breath, exerted force with her calves, and swung the naginata at Natsu Hiraku.

Stomp! Stomp!

Natsu Hiraku took two steps forward, rooted himself in a horse stance, slightly opened his mouth, inhaled air into his lungs, and circulated the power throughout his body. The Two-Tomoe in his eyes spun rapidly as he stared intently at the incoming naginata.

When the naginata was about to strike the young man, he moved. He clenched his right fist and slammed it hard against the hilt of the blade, using all his might. The muscles in his right arm bulged like distinct, writhing snakes.