The strongest

Their grips tightened more and more, but Sukuna kept the same smile on his face. Are you kidding? I'm ridiculously strong! And the Satoru Gojo of today couldn't beat me anyway.

Satoru Gojo also maintained his charming smile, only tightening his grip further. Nobody knew what he was thinking because his eyes were wrapped in bandages. Eyes might be the windows to the soul, but these windows were clearly covered.

Just as the two stood locked in a standoff, neither willing to let go first, Suguru Geto rose to his feet.

"Satoru, don't bully the new student."

"Haha, I was just kidding. Don't take it personally, new guy." Satoru Gojo let go first, then hopped backward, putting over a meter between himself and Sukuna.

Looking at Suguru Geto before him, Sukuna's gaze turned unreadable. Only after a long pause did he smile and say, "I don't mind."

Sukuna wasn't an idiot. How could he possibly miss the true purpose behind Suguru Geto's words?

All he could say was that Suguru Geto really understood the art of language at this point in his life. No wonder he was known for his sharp tongue.

With that, he turned and left the classroom, heading for his private room. Most rooms at Jujutsu High were doubles.

But Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto shared a room, and there was no way he could share one with Shoko.

Even if he was more than willing, Shoko presumably wouldn't agree. What a shame. If only Uraume were here. To think the King of Curses from a thousand years ago had to wash his own clothes. It was simply unimaginable.

Still, he didn't really see a problem with it. After all, he had been a shut-in before transmigrating. Uraume had personally looked after him for two years already, so he ought to be satisfied.

After all, a new persona meant a new beginning. Since someone had even arranged his identity for him, all he needed to do was follow the plot.

Damn it, I still don't know which bastard fabricated my identity. If I find out, I'll hand his body over to Kenjaku to play with.

Sukuna had completely resigned himself to taking it easy now. With all that time, he might as well enjoy some delicious fried chicken and cola. The only problem was that he didn't have much money in his pockets.

"Ah, I do miss Uraume a little, after all."

Back in his room, Sukuna arranged his bedding with a helpless look on his face. Jujutsu High provided these things, but providing them was all it did. There was no service whatsoever.

That definitely deserved a bad review. A seriously bad review!

"Once Uraume wakes up, I'll make sure she learns modern cooking properly. Besides Japanese food, she should learn a bit of everything else too."

At that thought, Sukuna suddenly scratched his head. He seemed to... have no idea when Uraume was supposed to awaken through incarnation.

Ah, whatever. I'm at Jujutsu High now anyway. Once any information comes in, I'll be the first to know.

As soon as Uraume successfully incarnated, he could return to those blissful days a thousand years ago, when he never had to lift a finger to dress or eat. Thinking back on that time, Sukuna actually felt a little nostalgic.

He didn't know whether it was his imagination. When he had first transmigrated, all he could think about was returning a thousand years into the future to eat fried chicken and drink cola. But now that he had them, he found himself missing those happy days of pulling strings behind the scenes and slaughtering the shorties.

Looks like it's not just my strength that's diminished. Even my soul is incomplete. I should focus on moving forward! I shouldn't pay any attention to what's behind me.

It must be because my soul is incomplete. It has to be! Sukuna brainwashed himself. In any case, this wasn't something that would trouble him for long.

Or rather, nothing would ever leave him troubled for long, because strength could decide everything.

After making a halfhearted attempt to arrange his bedding, Sukuna sprawled across the bed. He had already taken off the shirt he had been wearing.

The contours of his muscles were perfectly balanced-the ideal boyfriend physique! "Ah, a perfect man like me... I wonder which woman will get lucky."

He seemed utterly captivated by his own muscles. His only regret was that he had nothing to take pictures with. Otherwise, he would definitely have posted his photos on social media.

It would be even better if he attracted a rich woman. Then he would never have to worry about paying for fried chicken and cola again. After all, he could kill her and inherit all her assets.

Thinking of that, Sukuna felt a little regretful. If he hadn't awakened now, perhaps he could have pulled it off?

Although being forcibly awakened by the system this time gave him more time to prepare and make a whole series of plans for unexpected events later, he had no plans at all!

In that case, aside from the few rewards I got from the draws, there aren't any other benefits at all... Huh? I don't think I've tried that [Dimension Slash] I drew yet.

Remembering the God-Tier Bug Skill [Dimension Slash] he had drawn earlier, Sukuna jumped straight out of bed, instantly excited.

This was the good stuff that could cut Satoru Gojo in half at the waist! He had nearly forgotten about it. What a sin. A terrible sin.

He quietly opened his door and poked his head out, looking around to make sure it was completely safe outside. This was his strongest move, so of course he had to use it in secret, away from prying eyes!

And so he retreated into his room again. Outside was Jujutsu High's barrier. If he used this move there, Tengen would definitely notice, and Sukuna didn't want to reveal himself too early.

But how would Sukuna react if he knew Tengen was the one who had fabricated his identity?

He looked around his room and spotted a flashy but useless vase.

[Dimension Slash]

Space rippled, and something resembling a laser swept from his fingertip. To be safe, he had deliberately made the cut horizontal.

With a sizzling sound, the vase split into two pieces, just as expected. Looking at the bisected vase before him, Sukuna wasn't particularly excited. He simply felt that the scene looked a little familiar, though he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"The power really is pretty good. It only took a little cursed energy to get such a good result."

Sukuna was very satisfied with the power of this Cursed Technique. With his current strength at only one-twentieth of its full level, using [Dimension Slash] as his trump card would definitely catch an opponent off guard.

Still, if anyone in this era could actually force him to use [Dimension Slash], that person would have plenty to be proud of.

After all, he could already expand his domain!

Having tested his new Cursed Technique's power, Sukuna successfully collapsed onto his bed again. If he didn't have to move, he genuinely didn't want to move an inch.

"Ohoho, incredible! These abs, these outrageous pecs-perfect!"

Lying bored on the bed, Sukuna actually started feeling himself up. Every time he touched a bulging muscle, he burst into exaggerated laughter, just like a pervert!

Fortunately, he had a completely new identity and persona. Otherwise, the aloof image he had worked so hard to maintain a thousand years ago would have been ruined, and he could very well have become a laughingstock.

Our great Sukuna had no desire for that. Soon, it was completely dark outside.

The door to the neighboring room was pulled open too. He didn't need to guess who it was. After all, he couldn't think of anyone besides Satoru Gojo who would open a door so forcefully.

Thinking of Satoru Gojo naturally reminded him of what had happened that afternoon, and a mocking smile curled his lips.

"I really want to see Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto go their separate ways soon. Too bad there's still a full two years to go."

Bored, Sukuna drifted off to sleep just like that. Tomorrow would be his first day of life at Jujutsu High. He had never attended a technical college in his previous life, but in this life he would get to experience one-and a very different experience at that.

"Geto, do you think the person who came today really is Sukuna's descendant?"

Although Sukuna had guessed that Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto lived next door, he probably hadn't expected Shoko Ieiri to enter their room with them.

She had even sat casually on the tatami to talk about him.

"Since that's what our teacher said, of course he wouldn't lie to us. We just don't know who Sukuna had children with."

Satoru Gojo spoke in his usual flippant manner. The afternoon's events seemed to have had no effect on him, though apparently they really hadn't affected him at all.

"Exactly. Don't worry about it so much, Shoko. Satoru and I are the strongest!"

Suguru Geto smiled and patted Shoko Ieiri on the shoulder.

"I was just asking. That doesn't mean I'm scared. Besides, I don't go to the front lines, so what do I have to worry about?"

"Haha, I never said you were scared or worried."

Successfully rendered speechless, Shoko Ieiri lit a cigarette and walked straight out. She really didn't want to talk to those two idiots anymore.