A family curse?

Satoru Gojo fell uncharacteristically silent as he looked at the test report in Shoko's hands.

"This... really is rare."

"Edano, you really are weak... but don't worry. Starting today, your incredibly handsome teacher, Satoru Gojo, will train you personally~"

"Huh? What kind of training?"

I have a bad feeling about this...

"Hehe~"

Satoru Gojo, stop laughing. You're making me even more nervous!

"Hey, wait, could you stop grabbing my collar? It's really uncomfortable." I hurriedly waved my hands and backed away before Satoru Gojo could make his move.

"Oh~ Is that so? All right, then." Satoru Gojo lifted my arm, gave it a squeeze, and said disparagingly, "You're way too skinny, Edano. Do you even eat?"

I felt the corner of my mouth twitch. You jerk, Gojo!

I yanked my arm back. "You bastard, I was born with a weak constitution!"

"Don't worry. Now that you're at Jujutsu High, your teacher—the strongest—will get you sorted out~" He grabbed my arm again, and a moment later, we used Teleportation to reach the athletic field.

Satoru Gojo planted his hands on his hips. "All right, Edano. Start by running ten laps around the field."

"...How many? Ten laps?!"

"Oh, come on. Ten laps is barely anything. Don't tell me you can't even manage ten laps, Edano~"

Looking at the track, which was clearly longer than four hundred meters, I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists.

"Fine! I'll run!"

2000 years later...

Watching the girl stagger along, drenched in a cold sweat, Satoru Gojo was genuinely speechless this time.

How many laps has she run again? I don't think she's even finished one...

Are all cursed speech users this physically weak...? Toge isn't like this... Zhi said earlier that all her relatives were gone. Could it be some kind of family curse? Looks like I'll have to get Shoko to examine her more thoroughly.

Thud.

Satoru Gojo jolted as the girl pitched forward and collapsed. He immediately used Teleportation to reach her side and hoisted her onto his back. With another Teleportation, the scenery changed in an instant as he went to find Shoko.

Shoko Ieiri couldn't help frowning at the unconscious girl's sorry state. "...You absolute scumbag. How far did you make her run?"

"Uh, she'd just finished one lap."

Shoko Ieiri's hands paused.

"..."

"..."

"...Are we sure she's a jujutsu sorcerer? It's really rare to see someone this physically weak..."

"I suspect it's a family curse, but my Six Eyes didn't detect anything."

"Heh. So even the Six Eyes can miss something."

"Aw~ Shoko, just examine her for me~"

Shoko Ieiri couldn't bear to look at Satoru Gojo acting like that. She waved a hand and shooed him out.

A little while later, Shoko called Satoru Gojo back in. "She's awake. There is a trace of a curse circulating through her body. Ask her about it in a moment."

"Zhi, did you know there's a curse inside you?" Satoru Gojo looked at me solemnly, his six-foot-three frame casting a shadow over me.

When Satoru Gojo wasn't smiling, he was downright intimidating. It made me want to submit instinctively. So this is the strongest...

Shoko pressed a hand to her forehead. Could he possibly be any more blunt?

"Huh? A curse? What curse?"

The girl's confusion didn't seem feigned.

I froze and frantically pinged the system in my head.

[Xiao Ba! What's going on?!]

[Don't panic, Host. Let me check... It seems to be because of your cursed technique, "Netherworld Crossing Guide." Although it hasn't awakened yet, special methods can still detect the trace of cursed power within you...]

[On top of that, your Constitution is only 4. In Jujutsu Society, it's virtually impossible for a jujutsu sorcerer to be this physically weak unless a curse or a heavenly restriction is involved. You also mentioned earlier that all your relatives had passed away, which is why Satoru Gojo and the others think you have a family curse.]

[Aaaaah, what am I supposed to do?!]

[Why not use this opportunity to bring your Special Grade Cursed Tool out into the open? It was meant to seal the cursed power in your eyes anyway, so the Six Eyes won't notice anything amiss.]

I steadied myself. All right, it's time for this Oscar-winning Golden Little Man actress to take the stage!

"A curse..." I looked dazed. "Does this count? It's the cursed tool I was born with. My family said I'd need it someday, and only told me to wrap it around my eyes when necessary. They never mentioned any curse..." As I spoke, I lifted the long sleeve of my hanfu, revealing a slender, pale forearm with a silk ribbon wound around it.

"This is..." Satoru Gojo bent closer, lifting his blindfold to reveal two azure eyes.

He was so close that his soft white hair brushed my arm, tickling it.

"This is definitely a sealing cursed tool, but why would it seal your eyes~? I didn't detect any curse in them."

Then he leaned closer again and stared intently into my eyes.

Oh no, a critical hit of gorgeousness. When Satoru Gojo doesn't speak, he looks like such a sweet boy. I really want to touch his hair... Hah, hah, I'm going to drool...

2000 years later...

Huh? Why is he still staring at me? Have the Six Eyes stopped working?

Little did I know what was going through Satoru Gojo's mind: Why is that Special Grade Cursed Tool meant to seal her eyes? A curse even the Six Eyes couldn't detect... Could it be dormant, only surfacing under specific circumstances...? Huh, how am I only now noticing how pretty her eyes are? They're as mesmerizing as swirling pools of cursed energy. Let's see whose eyes are prettier, hers or this handsome guy's...

Watching Satoru Gojo inch closer and closer to the girl, who was practically overheating into a stupor, Shoko Ieiri finally reached the end of her patience and punched him in the head.

"Ow!" Satoru Gojo clutched the large bump on his head with both hands, looking thoroughly aggrieved. "Shoko, why did you hit me? If you break the strongest, there'll be no one left to do those higher-ups' dirty work."

"...Scumbag! Just look at what you've done." She gestured toward me with her eyes.

Satoru Gojo looked over. The girl was red all over like a boiled shrimp, covering her scarlet face with equally scarlet hands. She was clearly so delirious that she'd started babbling...

"Waaah, what a magnificent face. If I could touch that face every day, I'd even be willing to drive luxury cars, live in a mansion, and hire eight male models..."

As though something had occurred to him, Satoru Gojo froze, rubbed his nose awkwardly, and began lying through his teeth. "Ah, the higher-ups just sent me another assignment. I have to go. Oh, right, give Shoko the design for whatever alterations you want to your uniform, and have her send it in for you~" The moment he finished speaking, he vanished.

"Ah, okay. Hehehehehe." Shoko looked at my lovestruck expression with deep resignation, then gently tapped my forehead with a finger. "Cutie, wake up. Come back to us."

I snapped back to my senses. "Aaaaaah! Shoko called me a cutie! Waaah! Shoko, please marry me."

As I spoke, I conjured a bouquet of vibrant bellflowers from somewhere and dropped to one knee, holding it up.

"Beautiful Shoko, will you marry me?"

"Pfft, all right, I will. Now get up." Shoko smiled, patted my head, and accepted the bouquet.

"Here, let's add each other first. Send me the design you want for your uniform."

"Hehe, I got a beautiful woman's contact info."

"You little sweet-talker." She flicked me on the forehead.