"Huh? What did you just say, you bastard?!"
"Let's test Igarashi Amaha's current strength."
Bang!
"If you fucking don't like me, just say so! Why don't you just tell me to go kill myself?!"
"Don't worry, we're important partners. How could we let you go to your death? Don't forget the Cursed Technique in this body."
" The Coordinates will definitely teleport me back instantly, but what I'm afraid of is that bastard killing me instantly."
"You don't need to worry about that at all. You're not worthy of that man using his full strength. He'll just play you for a bit. You just need to figure out his specific Cursed Technique, and then use the ' Coordinates ' to teleport back. Besides, he won't go to great lengths to find you. After all, in his eyes, you're probably not much different from an ant."
" Kenjaku, you're right, but I really want to kill you."
"Hehe, then I'll leave it to you, Kurourushi."
"Don't fucking laugh at me."
"Whee."
Law firm.
"You mean... everything I just saw was an illusion, right..." Hiromi Higuruma said, looking at Igarashi Amaha sitting on the sofa.
"Pretty much. Remember the Cursed Technique you saw before, ' Heaven-Deceiving Ruse '? That's the ability, a method of deception," Igarashi Amaha explained warmly, taking a sip of coffee.
"Ah." Hiromi Higuruma onto the sofa, covering his face with his hands and sighing, "It really is true, I've been played for a fool. Can you tell me your purpose? Was it to awaken my Jujutsu?"
"Of course, it's because I value your talent Jujutsu Sorcerer. You're said to be on par with Satoru Gojo in terms of talent, you're amazing." Igarashi Amaha waved his hand, making no attempt to hide his true thoughts.
" Satoru Gojo?"
Seeing Hiromi Higuruma's puzzled look, Igarashi- sensei resumed her lecture, " Satoru Gojo, a special person who only appears once every hundred years. Before I entered the world of magic, he was known as the number one Jujutsu Sorcerer of the modern era. As someone whose talent rivals his, your own talent is certainly no less impressive. If I were to deceive—no, recruit you—into the Jujutsu High, I could save myself a lot of trouble."
Hiromi Higuruma this. "Talent? Forget it. In front of someone like you, what's the difference between calling yourself a genius and just trying to attract attention? Besides, do you even have worries?"
Igarashi Amaha shook her finger. "You can't say that. If talent is divided into nine levels from low to high, you're at least level eight. That's amazing. Don't underestimate yourself."
"So you're in the ninth rank?" Hiromi Higuruma asked, voicing the question that had been on his mind.
"No, no, no, the ninth rank is a guy named Sukuna. Actually, Satoru Gojo is also in the ninth rank. Although you are equally talented, there is a fundamental difference between your Cursed Technique. Your Cursed Technique are like a crash course, while his are more like leveling up by fighting monsters. The starting points are also different."
"And you? Rank 10?"
"Huh? Why are you so curious about me? Let me make this clear first, I'm not interested in you, and I'm even less interested in men." After saying this, Igarashi Amaha stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "Someone like me... can't be measured, can I?"
Hiromi Higuruma blinked, then smiled with relief. "I see. In essence, we are still human, but you have transcended that realm. For you, winning in battle should be a matter of course."
"More or less."
Hiromi Higuruma a deep breath, ceasing to pursue the matter. There was an insurmountable chasm between him and... no, it should be called "He," huh?
"What are these Jujutsu Sorcerer you mentioned? What are these Jujutsu High '? Are they secret organizations? And what about these curses you mentioned? I can't just draw conclusions without knowing anything."
"Oh dear, this is stumping!" Igarashi Amaha exclaimed in horror. He wasn't Jujutsu Sorcerer! How was he supposed to know what Jujutsu was for?! Wasn't it just... whoosh~ bang? Wasn't it just for fighting monsters? And what about Jujutsu High? Wasn't it just for eating and sleeping!?
"I've got it!" Igarashi Amaha's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out his phone and made a call.
He glanced at Hiromi Higuruma awkwardly touched his nose. "Ahem, let's get this straight first, of course I know the answer to such a simple question, but I'll explain it in a rather simplistic way, in case you're new and can't understand it. I'll have someone explain it to you in more detail."
Hiromi Higuruma: "..."
Beep beep beep beep
Ding! The call connected.
"Hey, brother, how did you know I was back in Japan?" Mirai Oreki's overjoyed voice came through the phone; you could tell she was very happy.
"We'll catch up when we get back. First, you explain what Jujutsu Sorcerer is, what a curse is, and what Jujutsu High is."
"Ah?"
"What the hell? Just tell me."
"Hmm... where should I begin..."
Stop dawdling.
"Oh, in Japan alone, the number of unexplained deaths and disappearances exceeds ten thousand per year. And that's just in Japan. If you calculate the whole world, it would be a truly terrifying Cursed Technique. Most of these are caused by 'curses,' which are born from resentment, pain, regret, shame..."
After an unknown amount of time, Igarashi Amaha, who was fast asleep, suddenly felt someone calling him.
"Mr. Igarashi, Mr. Igarashi, wake up, Mr. Igarashi..."
Igarashi Amaha, who was sleeping soundly, paid no attention to Hiromi Higuruma's calls. "Go play somewhere else, I'm busy. If you bother me, I'll beat you up." After saying that, he turned over and continued to sleep.
"Sigh." Hiromi Higuruma sighed heavily. Can sleeping really be called "busy"? Really. He shook his head and turned his gaze to Satoru Gojo, who had just arrived. "Go wake him up. I'm at my wit's end."
"Sigh, I guess I'll have to do it." Satoru Gojo shrugged, leaned close to Hiromi Higuruma, whispered a few words to him, and then confidently said, "Just tell Amaha what I said: if he doesn't wake up, I'll eat shit."
Is it really possible?
"You just go and it'll be fine."
Seeing Satoru Gojo's determined expression, Hiromi Higuruma his throat and shouted, "I, Hiromi Higuruma, want to be Satoru Gojo's student!"
Boom!
All the electronic devices in the room exploded. Igarashi Amaha, his body crackling with lightning, instantly appeared in front of Hiromi Higuruma, staring at him and saying, word by word, "What did you just say?"
Crackle!
Hiromi Higuruma's heart stopped for a moment, and large drops of cold sweat dripped incessantly from his forehead. " Satoru Gojo told me to say that..."
"Hahahaha, what did I tell you? He'll definitely wake up if you say that, hahahahaha."
The lightning disappeared, Igarashi Amaha yawned, looking at Satoru Gojo and asking, "When did you get here?"
"Jay went to hang out with Mimiko, and I was so bored, so I came to find you. I didn't expect to run into such an interesting person. Where did you meet Higuruma from?" Satoru Gojo's tone was a little bittersweet, full of envy.
"Go study." Igarashi Amaha lit a cigarette and turned his gaze to Hiromi Higuruma. "That kid from the Mirai probably told you all about all that curse stuff, right? What do you think? Do you want to go to the Jujutsu High? It's okay if you don't. It's just that you wasted my whole day, and I might be a little annoyed and break both of your legs, but it's not a big deal."
Hiromi Higuruma didn't react to these words. He simply stood up, wiped the dust off his suit, and smiled at Igarashi Amaha, saying, "Make the uniform a little looser for me. I've worn this suit my whole life; it's time for a change."
As expected, Igarashi Amaha smiled. "Let's go back to the Jujutsu High."