The next day.
In the first-year classroom at Jujutsu High.
Watching Choso and the other two follow Itadori inside, Megumi Fushiguro and the others were collectively baffled.
"They are...?"
Itadori coughed awkwardly. Before he could speak, the three had already introduced themselves, their attitudes utterly matter-of-fact.
"I'm Choso, Yuji's eldest brother."
"Eso, Yuji's second brother."
"Hello~! I'm Kechizu~, Yuji's third brother!"
Everyone: "..."
???
They all turned to Itadori, who was covering his face.
What was going on?
Care to explain?
And you really did have some bizarre brother-multiplying technique, didn't you??
...Never mind the two who were obviously older than him, but what was the deal with that six-year-old kid?
Could his older brothers span every age group?
"Ahem... I'll explain later. Just roll with it for now..."
Itadori was so embarrassed he could practically have scratched out an entire domain with his toes. He hadn't expected Teacher Gojo to work so fast and settle everything overnight.
He told everyone that the three were incarnated vessels of the Death Painting Wombs, and that their apparent ages didn't match their actual ages. That more or less cleared up one of their questions.
The corner of Megumi Fushiguro's eye twitched.
"...Aren't you an only child?"
Itadori pressed a hand to his forehead in anguish.
"I... am... It's complicated. I'll explain another time."
What Choso and the others had said was only speculation, not something they could confirm.
For now, he would muddle through and accept these three older brothers. If all else failed, he could just treat them as sworn brothers.
He was more concerned about Sukuna than his own situation right now.
"Only five days until I have to eat the Fingers..."
He was worried.
He had no idea what would happen once the real Sukuna was revived...
Sukuna fell