Come Back to Life, My Koshika!

The next day, at Satozakura High School.

Teaching order has returned to normal.

"Hurry up, put it in this box when you're done. No need to sign it."

A similar scene unfolded in every class, where students were asked to fill out a "questionnaire about bullying."

Inside the teachers' office, Mr. Tonomura and Shota Ito sat facing each other.

His expression was serious. "So, it was you who caused Yoshino's injury, Ito."

"I don't want to be criticized by someone like you who was too scared to do anything back then."

With a bandage on her face to reduce swelling, Ito spoke sharply, "That guy dropped out of school and moved away, right? Don't bring it up again."

"Besides, I couldn't move my left hand after that."

"I'm asking about your crimes," the Tonomura, showing him no sympathy whatsoever. "As for your punishment, you'll have to experience it for yourself."

"And what about you?" Ito countered.

"My punishment is yet to come," Tonomura said sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Both you and I will bear the sin of killing Yoshino's heart for the rest of our lives."

"I'll keep an eye on you, Ito!"

On the other side, the Jujutsu High...

"I'm still a little nervous..." Junpei followed Shiratori Gotsu, and the two walked together toward the interview room.

"It's alright, Junpei just needs to answer truthfully what he thinks." Shiratori Gotsu a relaxed expression.

As the two stepped into the interview room, the door closed automatically behind them.

"You're a full half hour late, Mr. Shiratori."

"This is our first meeting, isn't it?"

Masamichi Yaga sat amidst a pile of plush toys, still crafting a new one. "You're Jujutsu Sorcerer from four hundred years ago, try to be more composed."

"Don't let Wu infect you with bad habits."

'A strong, middle-aged man is making cute things...!' Junpei in shock.

"It's alright, the kids had a lot of fun last night, it's fine to let them sleep in a little longer." Shiratori Gotsu waved her hand.

Then, he turned to the dumbfounded Junpei and introduced, "This is Principal Masamichi Yaga."

"Ah..." Junpei immediately bowed, "My name is Junpei Yoshino!"

"What are you here for?" Yaga asked.

"Eh... an admissions interview..."

"What are you doing at the Jujutsu High?"

"Hmm..." Junpei suddenly tensed up.

He swallowed hard, then looked at Shiratori Gotsu with a questioning gaze.

"It's okay, just say so." Shiratori Gotsu patted him on the shoulder.

Upon hearing this, Junpei took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He paused for a few seconds, then spoke firmly:

"I will learn Jujutsu, become Jujutsu Sorcerer, protect my mother, and personally exorcise the one who tried to harm her!"

"Then, I want to pursue the life I desire, a life where I'm no longer treated with malice by others, but a peaceful life that I truly want!"

"Hmm..." Yaga's face showed a satisfied expression. "Mr. Shiratori, could you please take him to the dormitory?"

"Also, give him a brief introduction to the various aspects of Jujutsu High."

With that, he raised his hand to Junpei: "You've passed. Welcome to the Jujutsu High."

Junpei smiled happily, then bowed again to Yaga: "Yes! Please take care of me from now on, Principal Yaga!"

Upon leaving the interview room, Shiratori Gotsu immediately handed Junpei over to Itadori.

Then he walked towards the lounge.

In the lounge, Nanami was reading a newspaper, while Satoru Gojo sat on the sofa opposite him, looking utterly bored.

"Nanamin ~" he slumped in his chair, "Let's talk about something interesting..."

"Ha, I've got an idea!" He jumped up suddenly. "Let's discuss the separation of church and state while playing catch with expired rice balls."

"Then how about recording the video and posting it online to incite conflict?"

At that moment, Shiratori Gotsu pushed open the door and entered:

"I suggested we stuff the devil's hot sauce into mini cakes, disguise it as a promotional event for a newly opened bakery, and randomly prank passersby."

Judging from his expression, he practically had "Aha!" written all over his face.

"Then, just as he's about to get angry, hand him 1000 yen and see how he reacts."

"Great idea! When are we going?" After hearing this brilliant plan, Satoru Gojo immediately sidled up to Shiratori Gotsu.

"Let's go and torment the office workers when they all come out for lunch!"

"Alright! Let's go all out!"

The two raised their hands and gave each other a high five.

Nanami: "..."

'Who are those two people...' he muttered to himself.

"Oh, speaking of which," Satoru Gojo said, his playful expression fading, as he asked Shiratori Gotsu, "You didn't tell Yuji about the finger at the Yoshino family, did you?"

"No, I specifically told Junpei not to tell him, since it would make him feel unnecessary guilt," Shiratori Gotsu replied.

"You've really thought things through. At times, you even act like a loving mother," Satoru Gojo said with a smile.

"Huh... where does it resemble me?" Shiratori Gotsu touched his face.

"And what about the fingers?" Satoru Gojo then asked.

"I took it and handed it over to the higher-ups," Nanami said at this moment. "After all, if Mr. Gojo gets it, he'll probably just give it to Itadori- kun to eat right away."

"Tch..." Satoru Gojo curled his lip, and the next moment, he turned to Shiratori Gotsu again:

"So, Mr. Shiratori, what brings you here?"

"Find me a death row inmate," Shiratori Gotsu said bluntly, "Preferably one about to be executed."

"Oh? You want to change bodies again?" Satoru Gojo stroked his chin.

"No."

Shiratori Gotsu pulled out the shiny, exquisitely textured spine from his pocket—it was Hajime Kashimo's Incarnation Cursed Object.

He originally planned to have Hajime Kashimo Incarnation in two more major events.

However, after much deliberation, we finally decided to do this at this time, just before the Sister School Exchange Event began.

"This is my good buddy's Incarnation Cursed Object, which I made four hundred years ago," Shiratori Gotsu explained.

"We made a promise to meet again in the same era, so I went to his grave this morning and dug this up."

"Oh, I understand, I understand. Okay, I'll go prepare it right away."

Satoru Gojo didn't ask any further questions, got up and walked straight to the door of the lounge.

Before leaving, he turned back and gave Shiratori Gotsu a thumbs-up. "And don't forget our activities at noon today!"

"Don't worry, I'll bring my filming equipment and record it properly." Shiratori Gotsu also gave a thumbs up.

"Then post it online with discussions about the separation of church and state to incite conflict?" Satoru Gojo had a whimsical idea.

Shiratori Gotsu his head with his hands, his mouth agape. "Could you really be a genius?!"

Nanami:"..."

He slumped back in his chair, covering his face with the newspaper.

'Why did I even work with them...?'

Around 3 p. m., the death row inmates were ready.

"Rise, my Koshika!"

As Shiratori Gotsu shoved the vertebral bone in forcefully, the other party immediately lost consciousness.

Then, his hair began to turn blue, and his originally lewd face began to change into an androgynous shape.

A dozen seconds later, the powerful figure from four hundred years ago, [Thunder God] Hajime Kashimo, opened his eyes again!

What came into view was Shiratori Gotsu's large face.

"Have you missed me, Koshika?" Shiratori Gotsu a smile.

Hajime Kashimo immediately threw a punch.

"I'm hungry!" Accompanied by a high-level sound effect of being hit, Shiratori Gotsu was suddenly flipped to the ground.

"More than four hundred years, more than four hundred years! Do you know how I've lived these four hundred years?!"

Hajime Kashimo roared, "I've been sleeping the whole time!"

Why didn't you tell me that waiting for my turn to Incarnation was so boring?!

He sprang to his feet with a somersault, stretching his limbs while kicking the Shiratori Gotsu twice in a fit of pique:

You have to cook me a feast of eighty-eight dishes to make up for it!