iMegumi TV Is About to Go Live

Four hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

At last, the Ten Shadows Technique...

Shiratori Gotsu, Shiratori Gotsu, you really gave me a difficult task...

In an alley, Kenjaku, who had taken over Kaori Itadori's body, smiled at the boy with sea-urchin hair standing before her.

"...What?" the young Megumi Fushiguro asked, looking her over in confusion.

Kenjaku used Kaori Itadori's delicate face to put on a gentle smile and spoke in an equally gentle tone:

"You're Megumi Fushiguro, right?"

Fushiguro froze for a moment, but seeing how friendly she looked, he politely asked:

"Can I help you?"

"Nothing, really. I just thought you were cute and wanted to treat you to something to eat." Kenjaku smiled kindly.

"No, thank you."

Fushiguro refused without hesitation and walked straight past Kenjaku.

What a weird lady...

That was what he thought.

The next moment, he opened his eyes and found himself sitting against the wall in a corner of the alley. The sky was almost completely dark.

"Huh?"

A faint ache lingered at the back of his neck, and there was a strange, disgusting taste in his mouth.

"What... the hell..."

Fushiguro rubbed his head as he slowly got up and dusted himself off.

Nothing was missing, and he didn't have anything extra on him either.

For a moment, he was at a loss. He had the feeling he'd forgotten something, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.

"...Forget it. I'd better get home, or Tsumiki will start worrying..."

On the roof, Kenjaku watched Megumi Fushiguro slowly walk away, a radiant smile spreading across her face.

"Next up... Hajime Kashimo."

She took a section of vertebra from inside her clothes, its surface smooth and polished from repeated handling:

"But... I think I'll wait a little longer."

Meanwhile, Shiratori Gotsu was watering flowers in the System Space when he was suddenly pulled into his own Innate Domain.

"Hmm?"

He was utterly confused, but quickly realized what had happened and looked at the system sitting on the sofa:

"Looks like the Incarnation succeeded?"

"Do I even need to tell you? You can feel it yourself, can't you?" The system folded its arms.

"That's great!"

Shiratori Gotsu broke into an ecstatic grin.

After playing "Build a Grand Estate from Scratch" in the System Space for over four hundred years, he was bored out of his mind.

"Let me see Megumi Fushiguro's memories... Huh?"

"Is this right?"

Shiratori Gotsu had expected to be dropped straight into the Culling Game, or at worst, the Shibuya Incident.

In any case, he'd expected Megumi Fushiguro to be alone, badly injured, or something like that, leaving Kenjaku an opening to exploit.

He hadn't expected Kenjaku to go straight for Megumi when he was a six-year-old elementary schooler.

"...Well, I still have to wait almost another ten years."

Shiratori Gotsu had already had more than enough of a little kid's everyday school life back when he was a student himself.

He had no interest in it at all. He might as well let Megumi Fushiguro follow the original storyline.

"System, send me back to my estate so I can keep watering my flowers."

"Roger."

In the blink of an eye, another nine years passed.

Sugisawa Third High School, Miyagi Prefecture.

Megumi Fushiguro, now fifteen and a Jujutsu Sorcerer, walked around the campus searching.

Before long, he found his target: the louvered box in the corner of a flower bed.

"Tch... Isn't it a little too stupid to keep a Special Grade Cursed Object in a place like this?"

Muttering to himself, he reached out and opened the box.

It was empty.

"Huh?!"

Fushiguro's expression changed.

Did I open it the wrong way?

He shut the box and opened it again, stuck his entire upper body inside to inspect it carefully, then searched all around it.

There was nothing.

"It's not here." He immediately called Satoru Gojo, his voice serious. "There's nothing in the box!"

"No way."

There was a teasing note in Satoru Gojo's voice. "That's hilarious. Did it go out for a stroll?"

Fushiguro's eye twitched. "Can I punch you?"

"Anyway, you're not allowed to come back until you get it."

With that, Satoru Gojo hung up.

"...I'm definitely punching him the next time I see him."

Scowling, Fushiguro shoved his phone back into his pocket.

After resting for the night, Fushiguro returned to the school early the next morning. He followed the traces of Cursed Energy all the way to the rugby field.

...What's going on with this rugby field?

He frowned slightly at the Cursed Spirit "swimming" through the ground before him. Is there a corpse buried underneath?

But... no matter how I look at it, this thing is at least a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit. Could it be because of that Cursed Object?

A Special Grade Cursed Object... This is going to be tricky.

He looked at the photo on his phone screen, showing a small wooden box containing a "cocoon," and frowned even harder:

"Who on earth took it...?"

Just then, a shout suddenly came from the sports field nearby:

"Come on, hurry! Mr. Takagi from the track and field club is going to compete against Itadori from West Junior High!"

"Hmm?"

The shout piqued Fushiguro's curiosity, and he walked over.

Just then, he saw Yuji Itadori throw a shot put thirty meters with one hand, smashing a soccer goal frame out of shape.

...Is he human?

Fushiguro's gaze involuntarily settled on Itadori's face:

No Cursed Energy, yet he can do that with sheer physical strength... Is he the same type as Zenin-senpai?

"Huh?! It's almost time!" Itadori grabbed his schoolbag, said goodbye to Takagi, who was still standing there dumbfounded, and ran straight outside.

The instant he passed Fushiguro, a strong cursed aura suddenly burst forth.

Megumi Fushiguro's heart jolted. The aura of a Cursed Object?!

He hurriedly reached out to Itadori. "Hey! Wait!"

But in that brief moment, Itadori had already sprinted more than twenty meters away.

"Tch, he's too fast!"

Fushiguro hurried after him, but all he could do was eat his dust. As for Itadori himself, he was already out of sight.

Just then, he heard two students talking:

"I heard that guy can run fifty meters in three seconds."

"That's ridiculous. Is he a person or a car?"

As the sun sank in the west, they gradually walked away, leaving Megumi Fushiguro standing there dumbfounded.

He felt as though his view of the world had been shaken.

Elsewhere, Yuji Itadori arrived at the hospital carrying a bouquet of flowers.

As soon as he entered the ward, Wasuke Itadori began shouting at him:

"I told you not to come, and you keep bringing flowers!"

"Isn't it the same as always?" Yuji Itadori replied casually as he unwrapped the flowers:

"Besides, I didn't buy them for you. They're for the nurse."

"That's even more pointless! Idiot!"

Wasuke Itadori looked displeased. "I told you to spend more of your time on club activities!"

"You're so annoying. They finished a little after five... If I didn't have time, I wouldn't have come to see you."

With that, Yuji Itadori picked up a vase and went over to the sink to fill it with water.

"...All right," Wasuke Itadori said, his voice suddenly calm. "Since you've got so much time on your hands, listen to a few words from this old man with time on his hands."

"Not interested."

"Listen carefully. There are a few last things I need to tell you, about your parents..."

"I told you, I'm not interested!"

He scratched his head as he spoke. "Come on, old man, stop trying to act cool before you die!"

"A man should die with style. Don't you get it, you brat?" Wasuke Itadori looked displeased.

"Stop losing your temper all the time." Yuji Itadori carried the water-filled vase to the windowsill and put the flowers in it. "Can't you just be normal?"

"Tch... Kids these days have no sense..."

Wasuke Itadori turned over, his back to his grandson, then slowly spoke:

"Yuji... you're strong, so save others."

"As long as it's within your power, help as many people as you can, and save as many as you can."

"It's okay to feel lost, and don't mind it if you don't get thanked."

"Just do your best to save more people, and die surrounded by others..."

"At least don't end up lonely like me."

"Grandpa?"

After several minutes of silence, Yuji Itadori finally spoke tentatively.

...There was no answer.