Chapter 104: You're the One Who's Mediocre

Chapter 104: You're the One Who's Mediocre

A night of heart-pounding excitement came to an end. Fushiguro Megumi obtained the Tiger Wand, Luk secured the ownership of two new dogs, and Gojo Satoru gained a new headache. Everyone had a bright future ahead.

After using a reversal spell to heal Fushiguro's injuries in the car, Luk managed to regain some respect in the eyes of the students.

Gojo made a call and, after a few threats, got the upper hand, leaving the other side hopping mad but powerless. He proudly boasted to Luk and Fushiguro about his achievement.

"The death sentence has been changed to life in prison. It's been confirmed that Yuuji Itadori, as a rare vessel for Sukuna, will only be executed after consuming all twenty fingers."

"Will he still die?"

Fushiguro frowned but relaxed a bit. Gathering all of Sukuna's fingers wasn't easy, so Yuuji's life was safe for the time being.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Gojo confidently assured them, hiding the last finger. With only nineteen fingers, the execution would never be carried out.

Back at the school, Fushiguro went to his room to write a report. Recovering Sukuna's fingers was his task for promotion to Quasi-Grade 1. Now that things had escalated, he would have to work hard to spin the events in his favor.

Luk, on the other hand, returned to the specially prepared, oversized room for Grade 1 Cursed Technique Users. He planned to buy dog supplies and decorate the room to his dream retirement home. He wanted ultra-fast internet, a top-of-the-line computer, and two dogs to comfort his soul.

After calculating what he needed, he placed a large online order for furniture, but he felt like he was forgetting something.

Meanwhile, Gojo took Yuuji through the formalities, giving him the choice of dying now or waiting until all twenty fingers were collected to die with Sukuna.

Back at the school, Yuuji, who had just finished cleaning his grandfather's ashes, asked the two seniors in the Spirit Research Society.

"If Sukuna dies, will the number of cursed victims decrease?"

"Of course."

With Gojo as a witness, Yuuji ate the second finger. This was a significant change; with two fingers, Sukuna could now use Domain Expansion, making him much more dangerous. Fortunately, Yuuji remained unchanged, still firmly suppressing Sukuna.

...

Nanami Kento, who had rushed back, gathered everyone together. He handed a stack of files to Gojo and a bag to Luk, which contained clothes to replace his beggar-like attire.

"You never disappoint."

After praising Nanami's thoughtfulness, Luk changed into the white suit, which fit him well but felt a bit too formal, reminding him of the unpleasant business meetings he had attended.

Nanami pointed towards the principal's office.

"You haven't met the principal yet. Come with us to register."

Luk gave a thumbs-up and lazily stood next to Gojo.

"You're too reliable, Nanami."

Gojo, who had received the files, patted his shoulder in encouragement but only received a cold look in return.

"Your smooth talk only works on new hires. If you think I'm doing a good job, give me more vacation days."

He wanted to rest, preferably in the Maldives or Hawaii, where he could enjoy the salty sea breeze and sip coconut water, letting his tired body heal.

...

The three walked together on the cobblestone path. The mouth on Yuuji's cheek opened, and Sukuna taunted Gojo.

"So, you're not the boss after all? Ranking by anything other than strength is boring."

Though he disliked Gojo, Sukuna acknowledged his power. In the Heian era, status was directly tied to strength, so he was puzzled why Gojo would take a subordinate role.

SLAP!

Yuuji slapped the mouth shut, apologizing, "Sorry, teacher, this guy keeps popping up."

"Such an interesting body."

The slap didn't stop Sukuna from speaking; the mouth moved to Yuuji's hand.

"Once I take over this brat's body, I'll kill you first."

Luk thought aloud, "If Sukuna's mouth can move to your hand, Yuuji, you can't jerk off, right? You might get bitten."

Yuuji was startled; he hadn't thought of that.

"That sounds dangerous! I guess I can't do that anymore."

Gojo: "..."

A natural-born student.

Sukuna: "..."

"New target: I'll slice you into pieces first when I get out."

Luk chuckled, "You sure like to talk big. Two-Faced Sukuna, you're just a mediocrity from the era before I was born."

Sukuna was speechless with anger.

"I know this one!"

Gojo interjected, "I remember an ancient Chinese poem: 'You were born before I was, and I was born when you were old.' That's what you mean, right?"

"Shut up, you Kakashi."

Gojo: !

The tension eased a bit as the two bantered. Yuuji laughed and then asked with some concern, "If all twenty fingers are collected, Sukuna will become very powerful, right?"

"Yea, it will be a bit troublesome."

"Will you win, teacher?"

Gojo's lips curled into a confident smile, "I will."

Pfft.

Just as Yuuji looked at Gojo with admiration, an untimely chuckle broke the touching teacher-student moment.

"Luk, you're making me angry."

"Sorry, I just couldn't help it."

"What's so exciting?"

"I have a friend who's planning to build a Gundam."

Luk tried his best to suppress his laughter, his abdomen quivering rapidly, but he managed to keep it in check.

"Really, Luk, you don't have a good grasp of my abilities," Gojo Satoru said with a mock complaint. "We should spar sometime."

"There will be opportunities," Luk replied without outright refusing.

Perhaps due to devouring Tengen, the progress on Lanlong Luk's technique conversion had surged, almost reaching completion. It seemed to be a shikigami-type technique, which was quite convenient. He could ride the Lanlong without being troubled by the shared consciousness that plagued him in the virtual space.

The technique for Dragon Clan Luk was also coming along. Since his original form wasn't even a half-breed but a pure human, the conversion was quick. However, this also meant his technique was extremely weak. The name of the technique was quite vague, and its effect was equally vague. In summary, it could enhance bedroom skills, making it a waste of a skill slot in Luk's opinion.

After walking for a while, the three arrived at an ancient, traditional building. Inside the courtyard, the main building was lit by candlelight. The wooden floor and structure had been well-maintained, showing no signs of aging. In front of several load-bearing pillars, a middle-aged man with a rugged appearance sat cross-legged, sewing a rag doll. A pile of variously sized and oddly shaped dolls was placed beside him.

Nightsaiga Masaharu, the current headmaster of the Cursed Techniques High School and a first-class cursed techniques practitioner, had once been the teacher of Gojo Satoru, Aoi Kento, and Yaga Nitro. He was known for creating cursed dolls called "Jujutsu Skeletons," and the dolls around him were his creations.

"It's late, Satoru."

He began with a stern tone, calling out Gojo's name. His gaze lingered on Luk for a moment before settling on Tiger.

"Container of Sukuna—Tiger Yuuji."

"Tell me, why are you here at the Cursed Techniques High School?"

Tiger rubbed the back of his head, unsure how to respond.

"Besides studying, what else could I be here for?"

"So, why are you learning cursed techniques? Why are you learning how to exorcise curses?"

"Because of a promise to my family."

He had promised his grandfather to help others. If Sukuna were to be resurrected, many people would die, so he wanted to do everything he could to prevent that.

Nightsaiga shook his head. He did not admire people who lived to fulfill others' expectations. Then he turned to Luk.

"And you, the newly minted special-grade cursed techniques practitioner, Fujiwara Luk, why are you here?"

Luk's eyes were resolute. "Without a doubt, I am here to fight Sukuna."

That's the spirit!

Nightsaiga looked at Luk with approval and nodded.

"The world of cursed techniques needs more young people like you, with firm wills and no fear of challenges."

...

Deep into the night in New York City.

In the city that never sleeps, skyscrapers stood tall, and the lights were always on. But at this moment, it was a scene of chaos. Countless twisted cursed spirits danced through the air, attacking people on the streets and in shops.

Screams and cries for help echoed throughout the city.

A young man with a delicate appearance watched the scene, his brow furrowed.

Special-grade cursed techniques practitioner—Yotaka Itsuka.

He had come to the country to find the special-grade cursed object, Black String, but he hadn't expected a cursed spirit uprising to occur.

Cursed spirits and cursed techniques practitioners were mostly concentrated in Japan, though they existed elsewhere. However, such a large-scale uprising was highly unusual.

"Help me!"

A little girl, separated from her mother, cried helplessly. Seeing a cursed spirit about to devour the child, Yotaka didn't hesitate. He rushed forward and destroyed the cursed spirit with a single strike.

"Are you okay?"

"Big brother, I'm scared."

The little girl, clearly terrified, clung to him, not daring to move. An invisible, massive finger reached toward the girl.

"Rika!"

Yotaka shouted. Behind him, a large, twisted cursed spirit appeared, like a child caught in the act of wrongdoing. The massive cursed spirit ran off, swiftly dispersing the surrounding cursed spirits with its incredible strength. No cursed spirit could withstand a second hit.

In just five minutes, the surrounding cursed spirits were eliminated, but the massive cursed spirit also vanished as its technique ended.

"Good girl, it's all—"

Thud!

A black-glowing dagger pierced Yotaka's heart, blood spurting out like a fountain. His pupils dilated, and he pushed the girl away.

The girl's body began to deform, eventually transforming into an old woman.

A disguise for a spirit summoning ritual—no wonder he hadn't noticed!

Yotaka gave his enemy a cold look, pulled the dagger out, and activated his reversal technique to heal himself. However, the healing process was slow, and the rapid blood loss made his vision blur.

Was that dagger a special-effect cursed tool?

Was this uprising aimed at him?

Forcing his cursed energy to flow through his body, Yotaka straightened up with a tight-lipped expression.

"Just because you did that, you think you can win? You're underestimating me."

"I never underestimate my opponents."

A figure in a loose robe with a stitched forehead emerged from the shadows.

Yotaka was shocked to see his defeated opponent.

"Aren't you dead?"

Kishin, wearing Aoi Kento's skin, smiled gently.

"Clearly, the one who will die here today is you."

As he spoke, a cursed spirit with a head like Mount Fuji, a cursed spirit emitting a floral fragrance, and a cursed spirit with a stitched face appeared.

Special-grade cursed spirits emerged from all directions, blocking every escape route.

(End of Chapter)

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