Snap!
"Little wildcat, if you keep spacing out, this minute will be gone, or the account owner might take your account."
Igarashi Amaha snapped his fingers in front of Sukuna, offering a friendly reminder.
Sukuna's eyes gradually brightened, gleaming with intense excitement. He looked at Igarashi Amaha and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Interesting, very interesting! What's your name, buddy?"
"Is this the last question you wanted to ask? How interesting." Igarashi Amaha had thought Sukuna would ask about the Cursed Technique, but instead, he was asking about his name. He shook his head and chuckled, extending a finger and slowly pointing it into the air.
Sukuna followed the gaze and saw the moon. What did that mean? But just as he was about to ask something, the feeling of being suppressed returned, and the black markings on his body began to fade.
The evil Cursed Energy vanished, Igarashi Amaha looked at Yuji Itadori's clear yet slightly foolish eyes and chuckled to himself.
"Naive and ignorant, with a childlike heart and boundless energy—truly the basic attributes of a male protagonist in a shonen manga."
"Huh?" Yuji Itadori blinked, looking at Igarashi Amaha with a puzzled expression.
"It's nothing, it's late, go to sleep."
Igarashi Amaha's words seemed to have a magical power; the moment they fell silent, Yuji Itadori began to drift off to sleep.
thump.
In less than two seconds, Yuji Itadori collapsed to the ground, his breathing coming in steady rhythm.
Upon seeing this, Megumi Fushiguro rushed over and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when she touched Yuji Itadori was still breathing.
"Teacher Amaha, what's wrong with Itadori?"
"Maybe she's just tired. It's good to be young; she can fall asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow."
"You scared me to death! I thought you killed him."
"That's as if I'm some kind of bloodthirsty person."
Igarashi Amaha stretched lazily on the rooftop, glanced at Yuji Itadori lying on the ground, and said, "Leave the rest to Satoru. I've already notified him; he'll be here soon."
"Are you leaving?" Megumi Fushiguro's face stiffened.
"Oh, is it because Little Megumi doesn't want to leave me?" Igarashi Amaha grinned and teased, patting Megumi Fushiguro's urchin-like hair.
Megumi Fushiguro sighed softly, "No, it's just that I think you're more reliable than that guy."
The corners of Igarashi Amaha's lips twitched noticeably upon hearing those words. "To actually compare me to Satoru Gojo, that's a really vulgar insult."
Megumi Fushiguro:...
"Hmm? They're here."
"Who's here?" Megumi Fushiguro looked around the empty rooftop with a puzzled expression.
Swish!
Suddenly appearing in a Jujutsu High uniform, Satoru Gojo struck a cool pose at Megumi Fushiguro and declared in a high-pitched voice, "Of course, it's the strongest Satoru Gojo -sensei who's here!"
"Uh... although it's not the right time, I still want to remind you, isn't the strongest one Amaha- sensei?" Megumi Fushiguro said weakly, raising her hand.
Bang!
Satoru Gojo shook his smoking fist and looked at Megumi Fushiguro, who had a large bump on her head, and said, "Well said. Don't say it again next time."
"Alright, stop arguing." Igarashi Amaha interrupted their bickering and looked at Satoru Gojo, saying, "You can decide what to do with this guy. Kill him or keep him as a vessel, it doesn't matter to me. Little Megumi will explain what happened earlier. I'm outta here, bye~"
Swish!
... You're leaving already?
Seeing the figure of Igarashi Amaha disappear, Satoru Gojo, recalling his earlier words, thoughtfully stroked his chin. "Megumi, tell me, what just happened?"
"Good."
After a long silence, Satoru Gojo nodded knowingly. "I see. Then he might really be the 'vessel'."
He chuckled, looked at Megumi Fushiguro, and said, "So, what should we do with him?"
Megumi Fushiguro was silent for a moment. "If he is a vessel, according to the laws of Jujutsu, Itadori is indeed the one to be executed, but... I don't want him to die."
"Oh, that's very troublesome. The higher-ups will cause trouble."
Megumi Fushiguro: "... If I remember correctly, the highest authority in the world of Jujutsu Society is Amaha- sensei, and then you, Gojo- sensei."
Satoru Gojo covered his mouth, exclaiming with a look of "surprise," "Ah, is that so? Oh, it seems so. Sorry, I forgot, hehehehe."
Ignoring Megumi Fushiguro's look of utter disbelief, Satoru Gojo chuckled, "Since it's something a cute student is asking me to do, leave it to me."
Jujutsu High, in a room covered with special incantations.
"Hello."
His blurry vision gradually cleared, Yuji Itadori stared blankly at the strange eyepatch-covered man before him. "You... are?"
" Satoru Gojo, one of the first-year leaders of the Jujutsu High."
" Jujutsu... Fushiguro..." The familiar words echoed in Yuji Itadori's ears, and at the same time, a flood of memories resurfaced in his mind. His emotions suddenly surged with excitement, " Fushiguro, how is Fushiguro!? Is he alright!"
Satoru Gojo smiled. "Very good, lively and energetic."
Upon hearing this news, Yuji Itadori breathed a sigh of relief. He then noticed his surroundings, stood up, and looked at the strange talismans around him, asking in confusion, "Where am I? And who is this Amaha Fushiguro?"
"Fine, I'll explain it to you from the beginning."
Satoru Gojo then took a familiar finger out of his pocket and said, "This is the same as the Cursed Object you ingested. There were twenty in total, and we've kept six of them safe."
"20 pieces, including hands and feet?"
"No, Sukuna has four hands." As he spoke, he tossed his fingers into the air, releasing a repulsive force the moment they fell.
Boom!
His finger was blasted away and smashed into the wall beside him, leaving a deep crater.
Seeing Yuji Itadori's stunned expression, Satoru Gojo explained, "As you can see, it cannot be destroyed. Its curse power is that strong, and the curse power grows stronger every day, making it impossible to seal. So, it needs you. Once you die, the curse power within you will also disappear. Some people are quite timid, which means that after swallowing this finger, you have been sentenced to death in a sense. Although we won't take action, that doesn't mean others will think of you."
"But what a pity."
"What a pity?" Yuji Itadori asked, bewildered.
"Your ability to withstand the curse of Sukuna is something we might not encounter again in the future. Since you're not afraid of it anyway, why don't you eat more and then become our student? That way, we won't have to worry about your fingers going out for a walk at night."
"If I become your student, will others not come to eliminate the cursed power within me?"
"Of course, after all, in the Jujutsu Society, we people call the shots."