This Era Really Is More Exciting!

More than ten minutes later, after asking around, Megumi Fushiguro found the hospital where Itadori was.

He walked up to the front desk and saw Itadori talking to a nurse. He got straight to the point:

"Your name is Yuji Itadori, right? I'm Fushiguro from Jujutsu High."

"Come with me. I have something very important to tell you."

"I'm still mourning."

"Sorry, but there's no time."

Fushiguro looked grave. "The Cursed Object you have is extremely dangerous. Please hand it over to me immediately."

"Cursed Object?" Itadori looked bewildered.

"This."

Fushiguro held up his phone and showed Itadori the photo.

"Oh, that? I found it."

Itadori spoke casually. "I don't mind handing it over, but my seniors are really interested in it. What's so dangerous about it, anyway?"

Seeing how little he understood and how unconcerned he was as a result, Megumi Fushiguro had no choice but to explain patiently:

"Every year in Japan, over ten thousand people die or go missing from unknown causes."

"Most of those cases are caused by curses."

"Curses? What are those?"

"Believe it or not, that's the truth."

Fushiguro began speaking faster. "I'll continue."

"Large amounts of negative emotions gather especially easily at schools and hospitals. Those negative emotions from humans are the source of curses."

"That's why many schools secretly keep Cursed Objects for 'exorcism.'"

"The one you took was one of them."

Itadori leaned over the back of a chair and raised an eyebrow. "If it's used for 'exorcism,' shouldn't it be a good thing?"

"Let me finish!"

"An evil Cursed Object kept there keeps other curses from approaching recklessly. It suppresses and deters them."

"But as its seal loosens year after year, the Cursed Object becomes bait that draws curses in and makes them grow stronger."

With that, Fushiguro held out his hand to Itadori.

"The one you found is a dangerous Cursed Object classified as Special Grade, so hand it over quickly, before anyone dies."

"I told you, I don't mind. Go ask my club seniors."

Itadori casually tossed the empty box to Fushiguro.

...Was I only tracking the Cursed Residue on the box...?

Cold sweat broke out on his face. He grabbed Itadori, who was about to turn and leave, and demanded urgently, "What was inside?!"

"I told you, my seniors have... it..."

Itadori's expression suddenly went blank.

"What is it?" Fushiguro pressed.

"My seniors... I think they said they were going to peel the paper seal off it at school tonight."

Fushiguro stumbled back several steps.

"Huh? What's wrong? Is something bad going to happen?" Itadori scratched his head.

"...Much worse than that," Fushiguro said in a low voice. "They'll die..."

Everything that followed played out just as it had in the original story.

Until...

"Moonlight really is best experienced firsthand!"

Fushiguro watched, his expression grim. This is bad... Ryomen Sukuna has taken over Yuji Itadori!

Possessing Itadori, Sukuna tore off his shirt and stepped onto the railing.

"Cursed Spirit flesh is so boring! Where are the humans? Where are the women?!"

"This era is wonderful... Women and children are everywhere, crawling around like maggots..."

"Wonderful! I can slaughter them all! Ahahahahaha!"

"Ahahahahaha!"

"Huh?" Sukuna froze.

He looked in confusion toward the source of that last burst of laughter: Megumi Fushiguro.

Fushiguro was staring in astonishment at the back of his left hand, where a mouth had appeared.

"Over four hundred years, and I've finally waited long enough!"

"This era really is more exciting!"

Watching the outside world through Fushiguro's eyes from the Innate Domain, Shiratori Gotsu was completely hyped up.

Heaven knew how he'd gotten through it!

After amusing himself alone in the System Space for over four hundred years, he had finally reached the start of the original story!

He was no less excited than a homeless man who had gone hungry for seven days and suddenly been invited to a grand imperial feast!

"Entertainment and weirdos are everywhere like forum bugs! Wonderful! I can finally cause a huge ruckus!"

"Hahahahaha!"

What... is going on?!

Fushiguro had been through far too much that night, and now his heart was completely filled with confusion and fear.

He stared at the big mouth on the back of his hand, which kept letting out that weirdo's laughter. For a moment, he even had the urge to chop his hand off.

"What... the hell is that?" Sukuna frowned at the sight.

From the look of things, this brat called Megumi Fushiguro has probably been possessed by some ancient Jujutsu Sorcerer through Incarnation too...

Before Sukuna could give it any more thought, his right hand suddenly rose out of his control and grabbed his cheek.

"What are you doing with someone else's body? Give it back."

Itadori's voice came from his mouth.

Having run into one bizarre thing after another right after reincarnating, Sukuna looked even more puzzled. "You... why can you still move?"

"Because this is my body."

The next moment, Sukuna felt an irresistible force yank him downward. Itadori quickly regained control of his body.

"What's going on, Fushiguro?"

Right now, Fushiguro had no mind to pay attention to Itadori.

He stared at the mouth on the back of his hand in disgust and astonishment. Finally, he couldn't help slapping it.

When he lifted his hand, the mouth was gone.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt something strange on his face, and the voice spoke again.

"Come on, I've been cooped up for so long. Megumi Fushiguro, can't you let me get it all out of my system?"

Shiratori Gotsu's voice was full of resentment.

Scared half to death, Fushiguro hurriedly raised a hand to feel his face, but his finger accidentally poked down the mouth's throat.

"Bleurgh! Cough, cough... You brat... cough, cough..."

That nearly sent Shiratori Gotsu to meet his great-grandmother.

"Who... are you? Why are you on my body?!"

Fushiguro gnashed his teeth.

He almost wanted to die on the spot.

What was all this?!

First Yuji Itadori had been possessed by Sukuna, and now another bizarre thing had inexplicably appeared on his own body.

If not for the clear pain from his wounds, he would almost have thought he was dreaming.

"So, what's going on here?"

"Huh?"

Hearing that voice, Megumi Fushiguro snapped back to his senses, a hint of delight creeping into his voice.

"Gojo-sensei, what are you doing here?"

"I wasn't planning on coming."

"But with something as serious as a missing Special Grade Cursed Object, the higher-ups would nag me about it, so I decided to come take a look while doing some sightseeing."

Satoru Gojo waved the bag of sweets in his hand, then leaned in close to examine Megumi Fushiguro's face.

"Wow... there's a super gross mouth growing on your face..."

He grinned, immediately pulled out his phone, and started snapping pictures. "I have to show the second-years!"

"Ah, done~"

He sent the photos to a LINE group chat, glanced at Itadori standing there in bewilderment, then looked back at the mouth on Fushiguro's face, which was still coughing from time to time. Slowly, he spoke.

"Now then, could I ask you to give me a proper explanation..."

"Of what exactly is going on here?"