Toho Tetsu's Cursed Technique

When he saw that faint blue light, Toho Tetsu's mood suddenly surged with excitement.

But he quickly forced that excitement down and turned to walk toward the Male Dormitory.

Because that matter was not suitable for contemplation out in the open; once he started thinking, he would easily become lost in thought, which would instead lead others to mistake him for having some sort of problem. It was better to wait until later.

The Dormitory Management Office was at the end of the first floor. The person on duty was a middle-aged Assistant Supervisor wearing glasses. After seeing him enter, the man rummaged through a drawer for a registration form, checked the information against it, and then took a key off the key board and handed it to him.

"Toho Tetsu, right? Your room is the one at the very end of the third floor. The bedding and daily necessities have already been provided, and your uniform has been delivered as well. If you are missing anything, go to the Logistics Department tomorrow to collect it. The Dormitory Regulations are in the folder on the desk; give them a look when you have time."

He took the key, thanked the man, and headed up the stairs to the third floor.

Most of the doors on both sides of the corridor were closed, with only a hint of the sunset filtering in through the window at the end.

He found the room at the very end, pushed the door open, and began to size up the room where he would be living for the next few years.

Though small, it was fully equipped. The bed, desk, chair, wardrobe, and other items were all in brand-new condition. The bedding was folded neatly at the foot of the bed, and a folded student uniform was placed next to the pillow.

He placed his fake identity documents on the desk and pulled out the chair to sit down.

The room was very quiet.

From the subway station until the moment he stepped into this room, there had almost always been someone by his side: Utahime, Yaga Masamichi, the old men in the interrogation room, the Assistant Supervisor, the doctor.

Now, he was finally alone.

He leaned his back against the chair and closed his eyes for a moment, then let out a long breath, his mind beginning to replay the scene in the corridor just now.

That light, there's no mistake... it's definitely the effect of my Cursed Technique. Now that I think about it carefully, that netizen also said at the time, if I give you this Cursed Technique and send you to the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, would you be willing...

Toho Tetsu tapped on the desk while thinking about the Cursed Technique he had designed.

Peach Blossom Love Song.

The essence of this Cursed Technique was to establish bonds with others and increase the bond value, thereby assimilating, resonating, or to put it more bluntly—obtaining the other person's traits.

Note that traits included Cursed Techniques, but the Cursed Technique was not the entirety of a trait.

If one were to take the future strongest, Gojo Satoru, as an example, if he could establish a bond value with him and push it to a certain level, he would simultaneously obtain one hundred percent of the Six Eyes and the Limitless, rather than just the Limitless technique itself.

Furthermore, the degree of unlocking depended on the level of the relationship.

Lv1 was considered a stranger he had just met; at this stage, he could not copy anything and could only see the white light existing on the other person.

Lv2 was a friend he had known for a short time; at this point, he could make the other person's traits his own, and the light on the other person would turn blue, but he could only exert 50% of the trait's ability. The 50% here was taken from the upper limit of the trait itself and would not be affected by the degree to which the other person had developed the trait.

Lv3 was a friend he had known for a long time and could entrust his back to; at this stage, the light would turn purple, and he could exert 75% of the other person's trait ability.

Lv4 was a meeting of minds, which could be a lover or a close friend whose beliefs were so aligned that no words were needed; at this stage, the light would turn gold, and he could exert 100% of the upper limit of that ability.

As for Lv5, that required the souls of the two to be completely compatible, with each becoming an indispensable existence in the other's life. That monochromatic light would then turn into a brilliant, iridescent color.

More importantly, at this stage, he would unlock an additional ability for this power, perhaps an enhancement of the original ability, or perhaps a new sublimation and transformation.

Doesn't it sound quite strong at first glance?

But because of certain intentions he had when designing this Cursed Technique at the time, he also added several very harsh restrictions to it.

The first was that the increase in bond level could not rely on shortcuts; as long as one held utilitarian thoughts or the intention to deliberately increase the level in their mind, the progress would not increase by even a fraction.

Moreover, the increase in bond value had to be bidirectional. If only he unilaterally regarded the other person as a friend, while the other person only regarded him as a random passerby, his Cursed Technique would have no effect.

It is worth mentioning that the abilities obtained through the increase in bond value would be engraved in his body like some kind of instinct or circuit, so there was no need to worry about losing the ability if the bond level dropped.

Despite the existence of subjective factors like the need to cultivate feelings, even so, this Cursed Technique looked very powerful and broken, right?

The main event was the second rule.

He could only establish bonds and increase levels with females.

Looking at it this way, did the terrifying nature of this Cursed Technique drop sharply?

Because if you think about it carefully, the top-tier, overwhelmingly powerful sorcerers in the original work were basically all male, and the track records of the few females with significant screen time were quite dismal, so these two restrictions controlled the strength of this Cursed Technique very well.

Moreover, when he designed this Cursed Technique, what he had in mind were the female characters he liked—not admiration, nor respect.

This was different from his feelings for Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, and Itadori; it was the kind of liking where he wanted to stand by their side and walk with them from the past toward tomorrow.

To put it plainly, he was thinking with his "little head" instead of his "big head" when he specifically designed this Cursed Technique.

But at that time, it was just designed for netizens to see, and he was just preparing to write fan fiction. Who could have imagined he would bring it with him to the world of Jujutsu Kaisen?

If he had known, he would have designed an even more perverted Cursed Technique.

Unfortunately, there is no "if I had known" in this world.

Thinking of this, Toho Tetsu sighed with some mental exhaustion, his mind recalling the blue light he had just seen on Utahime. That was the manifestation of the bond level between the two of them rising to the second stage.

Although he could not yet freely use cursed energy to inject into the Cursed Technique structure to actively trigger the effect and check the bond level, an increase would naturally bring with it some anomalies that only he could perceive.

However, this also meant... after accepting his guidance, did Utahime already regard him as a friend?

Thinking of this, the corners of Toho Tetsu's mouth curled into a slight smile. He tucked the previously obtained fake identity documents into the drawer, stood up, and walked to the mirror.

Since transmigrating to this world, he had never had the chance to see what kind of changes had occurred to him.

Although he had noticed that his voice was much younger and the traces of time on his hands had decreased significantly while at the subway station, he had never had a clear idea in his mind.

And when he saw himself in the mirror, he was stunned.

Although he was not as handsome as his readers, he certainly looked different from the face ravaged by his life as a corporate slave before he transmigrated.

At this moment, it was as if he had perfectly returned to his high school days, sporting a black, center-parted mullet with slightly long ends brushing against his neck. His face was lean, and his dark pupils appeared somewhat calm under the fluorescent light.

He reached out to brush the hair from his forehead, and the person in the mirror mimicked the movement. He stared blankly, mesmerized by the sight of his younger self.

He still could not figure out why that netizen had so rashly sent him to this world, restored his body to its youth, and granted him a constitution compatible with this reality.

Although he had grown up in an orphanage in his past life and had no family ties that made him desperate to return, the inability to understand the netizen's motives and intentions always left him feeling a bit uneasy.

Could it be that he would wake up tomorrow and discover that all of this was just a dream?

At the thought of this possibility, he could not help but shudder, yet in the end, he could only stop thinking about it. After all, no matter what happened tomorrow, he could only passively accept it; that was just how life worked.

He walked over to the bed and collapsed onto it.

Although he had been unconscious all night and only woke up this afternoon, the consecutive interrogations by Yaga Masamichi and the higher-ups had left him mentally exhausted, so he decided to rest first.

After all, he had to wake up early for training tomorrow morning.

He turned off the lamp beside him and closed his eyes. At that very instant, he suddenly remembered the way Utahime had waved at him and the sound of her light, brisk footsteps.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he pulled the quilt over himself and rolled over.