Young Fish and Reverse Punishment

[Record - September 2018]

[Kawasaki City Kanagawa Prefecture Eiga Cinema]

[After the screening, staff discovered the strange bodies of three high school students in the theater.]

[Cause of death: Head deformity leading to increased intracranial pressure and respiratory paralysis]

Monday, 10:30 a. m.

A large crowd had gathered outside the movie theater.

The sounds of rain, crying, sirens, and the commotion of the crowd mingled together.

Three bodies, wrapped tightly and with their heads severely twisted, were carried out.

"The three victims all appeared to be high school students..."

"Please do not cross the warning line!"

In the corridor of the Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo and Itadori walked side by side.

"I can't take you on this mission, but don't worry, I've assigned two trustworthy people to protect you."

As the door to the room was pushed open, Satoru Gojo immediately walked forward with a grin, grabbed the person standing in the room, and began to introduce him to Itadori:

"Nanami Kento Nanami, Jujutsu Sorcerer who's quitting his job!"

"Please don't use that kind of language," Nanami said expressionlessly.

Satoru Gojo paid no attention and continued his introduction:

"There are a lot of strange guys among Jujutsu Sorcerer, but this guy has worked a proper job at a company, so he's reliable."

"And she's Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer!"

Looking at Nanami's sunglasses, Itadori couldn't help but think to himself, 'Sunglasses... so many people are covering their eyes.'

"If you don't want to be an office worker, why not just become Jujutsu Sorcerer from the start?"

"Shouldn't we greet each other first?" With that, Nanami Itadori bowed slightly, his tone extremely formal.

"Nice to meet you, Itadori- kun."

"Oh... yes! Nice to meet you." Itadori was slightly taken aback by this sudden seriousness.

After introducing himself, Nanami put one hand on his hip and began to answer Itadori's earlier question:

"I already noticed it when I was in high school..."

His expression suddenly turned serious, and he said firmly, "Jujutsu Sorcerer are utter garbage!"

"Huh?" Itadori froze on the spot.

Nanami continued chanting:

"Then, while working at the company, I noticed..."

His expression turned serious again. "Labor is bullshit!"

"Since they're all dog shit, I might as well choose the one that at least doesn't smell as bad. That's why I came back."

"Is that so... How dark..." Itadori whispered to Satoru Gojo.

"That's right!" Satoru Gojo wholeheartedly agreed.

"Also, please don't assume I share the same thoughts as Mr. Gojo." Nanami crossed her arms. "I trust him and acknowledge his abilities."

He reiterated firmly, "But I have absolutely no respect for him!"

"Huh?!" Satoru Gojo's face was filled with disbelief.

"Although I also dislike the way the Jujutsu Headquarters are doing things, I'm on the side of the rules."

With that, he turned and headed towards the exit. "In short, Itadori, I do not yet acknowledge you as a qualified Jujutsu Sorcerer."

"So please try your best to prove to me that even with the bomb of Sukuna on your person, you are still a useful person."

Hearing this, Itadori clenched his fist. "I know I'm weak and useless right now, but I will try my best to become stronger."

His tone was firm. "I want to save everyone I want to save, and even if you hadn't said that, I would still strive to become stronger!"

Nanami's lips curled up slightly, then she quickly regained her expressionless demeanor. "No, you shouldn't tell me that. You should talk to the higher-ups."

Frankly, I don't care at all!

"Okay, okay!" Itadori, completely speechless.

"Oh right, weren't there two people?" He turned to Satoru Gojo, "The other one is..."

"Hey, Shiratori!" Shiratori Gotsu suddenly rammed into the door with an elbow strike.

"That's right, the Special Grade ancient Jujutsu zombie from four hundred years ago, Shiratori Gotsu!" Satoru Gojo immediately joined in the commotion.

Itadori's eyes lit up immediately. "Shiratori- senpai!"

Satoru Gojo, with his arm around Shiratori Gotsu's shoulder, introduced him to Nanami: "Nanamin, this is Mr. Shiratori, who was just unearthed in the last two months. He's over four hundred years old!"

"..." Nanami glanced at Shiratori Gotsu's youthful face, paused for a few seconds, and then said, "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely true, he is an ancient Jujutsu Sorcerer who was resurrected in modern times through Incarnation transformation." Satoru Gojo gave Nanami a thumbs up:

"In a way, she's similar to Sukuna, except she's on our side!"

Nanami adjusted her glasses. "... I understand."

He bowed slightly to Shiratori Gotsu: "Senior Shiratori, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please take care of me."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it!" Shiratori Gotsu said confidently.

Nanami: "..."

A dozen minutes later, the three arrived at the scene of the incident by car.

All bystanders have been cleared out, and the tent has been set up.

"The scene was horrific," Nanami pushed up her glasses. "Are you ready, Itadori -kun?"

"Hmm." Itadori nodded.

"Go inside," said Shiratori Gotsu.

"Did you see that?"

At the crime scene, Nanami pointed to the blood-stained chair and said, "This is the Cursed Residue of Cursed Energy."

"Hiss... I can't see it at all," Itadori replied.

"That's because you didn't bother to look," Nanami. "A qualified Jujutsu Sorcerer must learn to naturally confirm curses visually."

As he spoke, he looked at Shiratori Gotsu was standing to one side.

Shiratori Gotsu immediately understood and continued, "Using Cursed Technique to influence the outside world will inevitably leave traces of Cursed Energy, which is what we call Cursed Residue."

"Compared to Cursed Spirit and the like, the Cursed Residue are much thinner, so you have to look carefully."

Upon hearing this, Itadori frowned and narrowed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a series of fleeting footprints appeared on the ground in front of him.

"Oh! I see it! I see it!" Itadori exclaimed with delight.

"That's only natural."

As he spoke, Nanami walked outwards along the Cursed Residue: "Only by sensing the presence before one even looks can one become a truly capable person."

Itadori: "..."

At that moment, Shiratori Gotsu patted him on the shoulder. "Not bad, Itadori."

'That's right! That's exactly what I wanted to hear!' Itadori was deeply moved.

"Then let's chase after them," Nanami.

"Alright!" Itadori clasped his fists together. "Let's get our spirits up!"

"No, let's make it as close as possible." Before Itadori could react, Nanami started walking in the direction of the Cursed Residue.

"Uh... we just don't get along..." Itadori stared speechlessly at Nanami's retreating figure.

"Nanami is a reliable adult, Itadori." Shiratori Gotsu patted him on the shoulder. "Hurry up and follow him."

"Huh?" Itadori noticed the implication in his words, "Then... what about you, Shiratori- senpai?"

"I suddenly need to use the restroom," Shiratori Gotsu said with a smile.

"Uh... alright... senior, hurry back." With that, Itadori ran quickly towards Nanami.

The two figures disappeared at the end of the corridor, Shiratori Gotsu's face immediately revealed an excited, mischievous grin.

From the very beginning, he was the one who volunteered to participate in this mission.

The reason he gave to Satoru Gojo at the time was:

The victim's death was too bizarre; it might be related to the two Special Grade Cursed Spirit that were previously released. If something unexpected happens when I go to the scene, I can be on the safe side.

Satoru Gojo agreed.

As for Shiratori Gotsu's reason for wanting to come along, it was obviously to give Mahito a good "pampering" beforehand.

He turned and walked towards the movie theater exit, while Fly rubbed his hands together and said, "Hey... Mahito, I've come to play with you."