Exorcising Cursed Spirits

Ignoring their shock, Sukuna turned around and vanished on the spot.

After all, he had successfully thrashed Suguru Geto and grown a little closer to him. His resentment over being woken up that morning had completely vanished.

"Shoko, Geto, there you are! Look, I brought you my favorite Kikufuku!"

Satoru Gojo, who had fled that morning, returned just then, greeting them with a carefree expression. Clearly, he had already forgotten all about abandoning them.

Suguru Geto glanced at Satoru Gojo without taking his words seriously. He didn't believe Gojo would share his favorite sweets with him.

Besides, he didn't like sweets himself. If not for Gojo's fondness for them, he wouldn't have touched them at all.

Shoko gave Satoru Gojo a strange look, but to spare his pride, she refrained from telling him that Sukuna had already learned [Reverse Cursed Technique].

"Tsk, tsk. Since when were you that generous?"

Shoko didn't believe Gojo had gone out of his way to bring her sweets either. She casually took a pack of women's cigarettes from her pocket, lit one, and walked away trailing smoke.

"Geto, you're hurt."

Satoru Gojo dropped his playful grin and glanced at the slightly disheveled training grounds.

His Six Eyes automatically gathered the information. Combined with Suguru Geto's constipated expression, it was easy to deduce what had happened.

"Geto, who hurt you?"

Satoru Gojo looked deadly serious. He wouldn't allow anyone but himself to defeat Suguru Geto, especially since even he could only fight Geto to a draw at present.

"It's nothing. After you ran off this morning, I went to spar with Sukuna. As you can see, I lost."

"What? He's that strong? Even you got hurt?"

Disbelief filled Satoru Gojo's face. After all, he and Suguru Geto could easily thrash even the third-years.

Yet today, Geto had lost to someone who had only enrolled a day ago.

"That's right. I lost, and I accept it wholeheartedly. Sukuna's hand-to-hand combat is the strongest I've ever seen, bar none."

Without relying on cursed techniques, Sukuna really could thrash him with hand-to-hand combat alone. On that point, he had no complaints whatsoever.

Sukuna, who had already returned to his room, hadn't expected to win Suguru Geto over through hand-to-hand combat.

After all, he had only intended to have a little fun at first. He hadn't expected a moment of carelessness to nearly cost him a tooth. Luckily, he knew [Reverse Cursed Technique].

Otherwise, spitting out a tooth back there would have been embarrassing. That was right! To save face, he had secretly used [Reverse Cursed Technique] during their fight to heal the injuries inside his mouth.

Only after the fight ended had he openly used [Reverse Cursed Technique] to heal the superficial wounds around his mouth.

"Really? Then I'll have to experience his hand-to-hand combat myself when I get the chance."

Suguru Geto merely smiled at that, offering no comment.

"Geto, come on, try the Kikufuku I brought back especially for you."

Sure enough, Satoru Gojo couldn't stay serious for even a second before sidling up again with a cheeky grin, holding an already opened package of Kikufuku.

Geto gave Gojo a wary look before reaching for the Kikufuku.

"Hahaha! Got you again, Geto!"

Satoru Gojo stepped back with the Kikufuku, an outrageously exaggerated grin on his face.

Suguru Geto said, "...Satoru, someone's going to beat you up one of these days."

"Hahaha! I'm the strongest. Who could possibly beat me?"

Standing in his room, Sukuna carefully inspected his handsome face. Only after confirming that not a single scar remained did he nod in satisfaction.

"I can't let this handsome face of mine get ruined."

Just as Sukuna was lost in admiration of his own good looks, Masamichi Yaga's face appeared in the mirror.

"What are you doing? Who are you trying to scare, showing up out of nowhere?"

Sukuna scowled at Masamichi Yaga, who had suddenly appeared in his room. Sure, he hadn't shut the door, but that didn't mean other people could enter without knocking.

What if he had been doing something private and gotten caught?

"Ahem. I came to inform you that cursed spirit activity has been detected on an abandoned street along North Road in the eastern scenic district."

Sukuna gave Masamichi Yaga a disdainful look. "You need me to personally deal with a cursed spirit that weak?"

"Yes. And not just you. I've informed the other three as well. Consider this your first lesson since enrolling."

Without giving him a chance to refuse, Masamichi Yaga turned and left.

"Unbelievable. I wanted to go back to sleep."

After a moment's thought, he left his room anyway. At least he could see for himself just how ugly these so-called cursed spirits were.

"Morons. Idiots. Dumbasses," Shoko cursed as she walked. As support personnel, she wasn't supposed to participate in this exorcism mission.

But Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto had insisted they might get hurt and dragged her along. Just thinking about it made her angry.

Sukuna teleported straight to Jujutsu High's entrance, naturally arriving well ahead of the other three, who were walking at a leisurely pace.

By the time Gojo and the others arrived, Sukuna had already been sitting on the steps for who knew how long.

"Hey, Sukuna." ×3

They waved to Sukuna in greeting. Even Satoru Gojo took the initiative to say hello.

"Let's go. You'll have to lead the way. I don't know this place at all."

Sukuna took a few steps back and fell into step with the three of them.

"Huh? Have you never been to Tokyo before, Sukuna?" Shoko looked a little surprised. After all, Sukuna had mentioned Tokyo's fried chicken and cola several times during their earlier conversations.

She had assumed Sukuna knew the city well, only to discover he didn't even know his way around.

"Haha, you could say this is my first visit."

Sukuna wasn't lying. It really was his first time here. He hadn't visited Tokyo even in his previous life.

It wasn't that he hadn't wanted to. He simply couldn't afford it. That was what happened when he had no steady income.

"All right, all right. Someone from Window will definitely guide us this time. We can stop and buy some of Sukuna's favorite fried chicken and cola too."

Shoko considerately steered the conversation straight toward Sukuna's favorite fried chicken and cola.

It was an excellent change of topic. The moment food came up, everyone became interested. Even Satoru Gojo, who had been trying to act aloof, joined in.

But Gojo, with his love of sweets, was soon pushed out of the conversation. After all, nobody really wanted to eat sweets all the time.

Indeed, nobody but Satoru Gojo could possibly enjoy food that cloying.

"Haha, don't look so down, Satoru. You're bound to meet someone who loves sweets as much as you do someday."

Suguru Geto smiled as he patted Satoru Gojo's shoulder.

"Hey, did the teacher tell any of you what kind of cursed spirit we're dealing with?"

"No. He didn't even tell me its grade. I thought he'd told you."

The three spoke as though this were perfectly normal, and Sukuna immediately realized that Masamichi Yaga could be rather unreliable at times.

"Doesn't matter. I'll protect you."

Satoru Gojo pulled Shoko behind him, striking the pose of a mother hen shielding her chicks in a game of hawk and chicks. With his exaggerated movements and expressions, he actually made Shoko feel a little touched?

Touched, my ass! Satoru Gojo is a complete idiot. A pig's ass must have crushed his head when he was born!

"Let's go. Why not just take a look? No matter how strong it is, it'll be nothing but a toy in my hands."

Watching the three joke around in front of him, Sukuna spoke in an even tone. He had no intention of being treated as invisible.

As the strongest King of Curses from a thousand years ago, Sukuna would never spend his life as someone nobody noticed.

Unless he wanted to, of course. But clearly, he didn't. With his good looks and strength, how could he possibly resist showing off?

"They're here! The local Window personnel have come to pick us up."

Window was composed of ordinary people selected by the Jujutsu Higher-Ups and government departments. Wearing specially made glasses, they could observe cursed spirit activity. Whenever they discovered a cursed spirit, they immediately reported it to Jujutsu High.

Jujutsu High would then dispatch someone to exorcise it. Window was also responsible for setting up curtains to ensure ordinary people wouldn't notice the exorcism.

Watching the black sedan slowly pull up before them, Sukuna inwardly grumbled about how uniform the color scheme was. As far as he knew, everyone from Window drove black sedans.

They looked hideous. How incredible would it be to have a red supercar instead!

Just imagining himself driving a bright red supercar with fried chicken and cola in his hands, steering with his feet, got him a little excited.

He had never experienced the thrill of street racing before. If he could, he would drive in his four-armed form. He'd practically be the racing god of Mount Akina!