Chapter 354: The Contrast of Night Moths

The next day, after a simple funeral for his grandfather, Yuji Itadori followed Megumi Fushiguro to Tokyo Jujutsu High.

There, he met his future homeroom teacher, Gojo Satoru.

Eichi was already the homeroom teacher for the second-year students, so Gojo Satoru remained the homeroom teacher for the first-year students.

Kusakabe Atsuya, who had lost his position as second-year homeroom teacher due to Eichi’s sudden intervention, happily slacked off for two years.

It’s worth noting that in this timeline, Yuji Itadori was not sentenced to death because the mission changed.

Yuji Itadori was sentenced to death because Megumi Fushiguro’s mission was to retrieve Sukuna’s fingers.

Sukuna’s fingers, which had been indestructible for a thousand years, could not have disappeared into thin air, which is why the Jujutsu Headquarters learned about Yuji Itadori’s situation.

Out of fear and apprehension of Sukuna, the Jujutsu Headquarters issued an execution order for Yuji Itadori.

But in this timeline, Megumi Fushiguro’s mission was to exorcise Cursed Spirits, and Yuji Itadori was just a High School student with Jujutsu Sorcerer talent he encountered during his mission.

Sukuna’s fingers? Where are Sukuna’s fingers? I don’t know anything about them.

Naturally, Yuji Itadori would not be sentenced to death.

Of course, Eichi still informed a few individuals, including Gojo Satoru and Yaga Masamichi.

At this moment, Yuji Itadori was chatting with Gojo Satoru while heading towards Yaga Masamichi’s location.

In this timeline, Suguru Geto did not defect to become a Curse User, but somehow, Yaga Masamichi still added an entrance exam, and most new students who enrolled had an interview with Yaga Masamichi.

“Is Sukuna a very famous guy?”

Yuji Itadori slapped himself in the face, then patted the back of his hand; wherever Sukuna’s mouth opened, he would instantly slap it.

Judging by the crisp sound, Yuji Itadori was hitting quite hard.

He’s a ruthless person, even hitting himself so hard.

“Ryomen Sukuna, a legendary demon god with two faces and four arms, but he was a real person who existed a thousand years ago. In that era, known as the golden age of Jujutsu, the Jujutsu World gathered all its strength to subjugate him, only to suffer a crushing defeat. The Special Grade Cursed Objects that appeared after his death, the 20 Sukuna’s fingers, remain indestructible to this day.”

Gojo Satoru concisely explained the knowledge of Ryomen Sukuna to Yuji Itadori, a complete novice in Jujutsu.

A terrifying image of power that even the Jujutsu World couldn’t contend with was described in a few words by Gojo Satoru.

“Ryomen Sukuna is, without a doubt, the King of Curses.”

Gulp.

Yuji Itadori couldn’t help but swallow, but his heart wasn’t filled with fear and despair; instead, his resolve to collect and destroy Sukuna’s fingers grew even stronger.

“Well, Yuji, you don’t need to worry. Leave Sukuna’s problem to me, your teacher. You just need to enjoy your youth.”

Seeing Yuji Itadori’s serious expression, Gojo Satoru pressed his large hand firmly onto his fluffy hair, quickly messing it up into a bird’s nest.

“Sensei! Stop! We still have to meet the principal later!”

Yuji Itadori frantically tried to stop Gojo Satoru’s hands, which had started to wander.

“Yuji’s body is really interesting, isn’t it?”

Gojo Satoru commented while petting, only stopping when Yuji Itadori’s serious expression completely vanished.

“So that’s how it is. Yuji, you absolutely don’t need to worry about Sukuna. Even if he really comes out, I’ll beat him until he’s cowering.”

Saying this, Gojo Satoru flexed his powerful fist.

“Is that so? Thank you, Gojo-sensei.”

Yuji Itadori smiled happily; even with his big heart, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy knowing that a murderous King of Curses lived inside him, constantly ready to seize his body.

But Gojo Satoru’s words made him feel at ease.

“You bastard, I’ll definitely kill you once I control this kid’s body.”

Sukuna’s mouth suddenly appeared on Yuji Itadori’s face.

Slap!

Yuji Itadori unhesitatingly slapped Sukuna… well, Sukuna had already retreated, so he slapped himself hard.

“Oh ho~ Big talk, huh? Who was it last time that I beat into an idiot, standing there like a fool with snot and drool everywhere?”

“Eh? Gojo-sensei fought Sukuna…”

Suddenly, a small light bulb seemed to appear beside Yuji Itadori’s head.

“I know! Sensei, you’re also a hidden powerhouse who survived a thousand years ago, aren’t you? Ah~ no wonder you look so young even with white hair, and you even beat Sukuna.”

The plot from the anime he once watched flashed through Yuji Itadori’s mind. Gojo Satoru, who not only knew Sukuna but also beat him, was now considered an ancient monster from a thousand years ago.

“No, I’m 18 years and 120 months old this year.”

“Eh?”

Yuji Itadori felt his head tingling and a bit smoky.

“Sukuna once incarnated a few months ago, and I beat him into senile dementia then, so don’t worry. Even if he comes out again, I can still make him submit.”

“I see. Gojo-sensei is truly amazing.”

“Of course, I’m the strongest.”

“Hmph, I wasn’t at full strength last time. Once I recover to my peak, I’ll definitely cut you in half.”

Seeing Gojo Satoru stepping on him to build his image in front of his student, Sukuna felt extremely angry deep down.

But for now, he could only resort to verbal threats.

“Eh, really?”

Yuji Itadori looked at Gojo Satoru in confusion, a hint of worry in his eyes.

“That guy still has body parts equivalent to 8 fingers sealed in the High School, and we also have Sukuna’s fingers, so he can’t recover to his peak.”

Gojo Satoru placed his hand on Yuji Itadori’s head again, but this time it was a comforting, gentle pat.

“And even if he recovers to his peak, there’s no need to worry. I’ll win.”

Gojo Satoru pointed to himself with one hand, flashing a confident smile.

Under the influence of this smile, Yuji Itadori’s worries completely dissipated.

As they spoke, the two walked into a dim dojo. There were no lights in the dojo, but a dozen candles were lit.

This made the surrounding atmosphere even more oppressive.

Bang.

“Too slow, you’re late, Satoru.”

A voice full of pressure rang out, and the large door behind them suddenly closed without anyone operating it. Yuji Itadori’s heart uncontrollably began to tense up.

But the next second, this tension turned into confusion.

A very muscular figure, with broad shoulders and faintly visible muscle outlines.

Black sunglasses and a menacing expression—a man resembling a Yakuza boss was sitting in front of them, completely engrossed in… making stuffed dolls.

Teddy bears, kissing caterpillars, bald kappas, cross-eyed rabbits… How could such a girlish environment be combined with this Yakuza boss who wouldn’t be surprising if he pulled out a knife and stabbed you in the stomach the next second?

This extreme contrast made Yuji Itadori’s brain a bit slow to process, and he even forgot his previous tension.

“Don’t mind it, don’t mind it. You’re making dolls anyway, aren’t you?”

Gojo Satoru spread his hands, intending to bluff his way through.

“This person is Principal Yaga.”

Before Yaga Masamichi could start scolding, Gojo Satoru slapped Yuji Itadori hard on the back.

“My name is Yuji Itadori! My favorite type is Jennifer Lawrence! Nice to meet you!”

As expected of a man who could become best friends with Todo Aoi, his favorite type was always on his lips.

“Why did you come to Tokyo Jujutsu High?”