"Damn brat! Watch your language," said Yaga with a tone of authority.
"Language? Dude, I just got jumped by a group of dolls the size of midgets—all in the name of learning!"
"But didn't you learn?" Suguru laughed. "Gojo!"
"Young Master Gojo, the Gojo family would be terribly displeased if you got hurt from these antics. I think it's best to retire for now and watch," said the black-haired woman who seemed to be Gojo's attendant.
Looking at her now, I could feel a lot of cursed energy—or maybe it was just average? It's only my second day; for all I know, this is average. When it comes to Gojo, I can feel it without even looking in his direction. I can see why the narrator was glazing so much. And bro's a kid right now—since I'm a first-year in middle school, he should be the same.
"Hey, Gojo, how old are you?"
"Hey, just call me Satoru. We're friends now, after all. You impressed me—and for someone who's weak to do that in a world full of weaklings, maybe you'll be something."
"Thanks, I guess. It's one thing in the anime, but straight to your face is crazy. And it's not like I can really say anything to Gojo—he's literally Gojo. He also forgot about my question"
At least we're friends now. I can use him like how Batman uses Superman for stuff he can't out-think, and has to out punch. After the first lesson, I was hit again by another wave of dolls—three more rounds in the name of teaching and taking a crash course, literally. At least I did learn something: the difference between inherent techniques and cursed techniques, as well as how the amount of cursed energy affects one's strength in their techniques.
Before the day could conclude, an alert came from Yaga's phone.
"Ahh, time to go to work," sighed Yaga.
"Aren't you already working?" I asked.
"Kid, in this line of work, trust me—this is vacation compared to the real job."
"I see…" I said with an understanding nod, remembering my experience with my new curse and the fact that they could die to curses at any time. Now I felt stupid for asking. Before Yaga left, he told me I was free to go and that I should just walk—I'd find my way out because of Tengen.
"Cool, I forgot about Tengen's barrier—wait, I forgot about Toji." Before I could think further, Gojo called out to me.
"Hey, Suguru! Let's follow and see the curse for our selves!" cheered Gojo.
Gojo willingly becoming my living weapon and helping me absorb curses? I thought to myself. Hell yeah!
I summoned my pink stingray that I called Steve, for obvious reasons, as we followed closely. Gojo's maid protested, but Gojo just looked at her and she finally relented.
Before we even made it to the scene, I stopped by an alley as I felt a curse and using the situation to test a theory.
"Hey, this isn't where Yaga went. Did you get lost, Suguru? I told you, you should've let me drive!" yelled Gojo jokingly.
"Nah, I know. I just had to test something. Mind helping me with an experiment, Satoru?"
"Sure! I love science—it helps a lot with my technique." After Gojo replied, a small group of random curses popped up.
"Wow, three second-grades, five third-grades, and one first-grade this is pretty much nothing," said Gojo with a laugh
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"Step behind me, Mr. Geto! You'll get in the young master's way!" exclaimed the maid.
"Is this the experiment?" smiled Gojo.
"Yeah. Help me test a theory," I said as I summoned my shadow crow and fell into my shadow, quickly appearing behind one of the grade threes—a mass of slime with no distinct features.
"Crow, attack!" I yelled. crow launched itself, slicing its opponent as I followed with a quick roundhouse kick, launching it to Gojo. Simultaneously, I shouted, "Do me a favor and finish it!"
"No need to ask," replied Gojo as he kicked the curse, instantly killing it.
"Did it drop an orb?" I yelled.
"Nah, it vanished."
"So maybe only final hits…" As I finished my sentence, I immediately kicked another of the curses.
"Hey, Gojo, make this guy one shot," I said.
"Are you trying to use me like how low levels in MMORPGs use veterans to get stronger?"
"Are you mad?" I asked seriously.
"Nah, I'm so in! It's like a video game!" cheered Gojo.
He quickly made it one tap, and before he could call out, my crow finished it off, causing the curse to become an orb.
"Nice one, Satoru," I said, giving him a high-five as I absorbed the orb.
"No way! You're telling me you can make cursed spirits drop items? That's so cool! You're like a real-life gamer!" said Gojo with stars in his eyes.
"So now that the experiment's done—hey Gojo, mind helping me XP farm?"
"This is why we clash!" Gojo roared. He made the rest of the spirits one-shot so I could quickly absorb them, increasing my arsenal. After collecting my tenth absorbed curse, I could feel my cursed energy grow.
As we continued to the incomplete domain, it wasn't hard to miss—it was in the middle of a shopping center not far from the school, maybe a single train stop away.
Once we entered, we found a forest of dead trees and fog. Before we could continue, a tree from the forest attacked us while we were on Steve. Luckily, I used Fat-Ass in time to block the attack—only for Gojo to open his mouth.
"You know, I could've just used Limitless," said Gojo.
"YoU kNoW I cOuLd HaVe—don't care, didn't ask!" I yelled.
"Meanie," pouted Gojo, mumbling about being "the honored one."
As we landed in a clearing, I was met with the sight of a seven-foot monster—the body of a deer on steroids, standing on its hind legs. Its purple fur was covered in blood. Its fingers were long and bony, nails curled. Its human-like face was made of rotten flesh; its mouth protruded, teeth jagged, eyes gone, one antler broken and the other draped with intestines.
A survivor cried nearby as the beast hunched over a woman, rubbing her insides on its fur instead of eating them like a form of entertainment.
Before I could act, my body froze. My legs buckled; my mind went blank. I could feel its power—still weaker than Gojo's—but what terrified me was the intent. Pure evil through and through.
I regained composure and attacked. As I ran at the beast. It turned, laughed, and in an instant time felt frozen, as it stood in front of me it bent down smiled, then snapping its fingers. A tree slammed into me, smacking me to the ground, as the floor shook. I barely softened the blow with cursed energy.
Gojo and his attendant cringed at my foolish attack. I rose and summoned Fat-Ass to hide behind. The curse swatted him away almost killing him, after triggering its scream ability, which annoyed everyone—including the deer. seeing as I was no longer behind the curse the deer started to punch the ground. Angered at my escape
Taking advantage, I reappeared with crow and, slammed my fist into its side, then grabbed its legs, lifting and suplexing it into the ground.
"You thought I was just gonna let that tree slam go? You must be insane!" I yelled like a pro wrestler.
The monster rose, hunched over me, and unleashed a flurry of blows—each hit sharper than the last, cutting through my shirt. It grabbed my ankle, dragging and throwing me into a tree. My ankle twisted horribly.
"Kick its ass, Satoru!!" I screamed in pain.
"Finally tagging in—it's about time! You were getting your ass handed to you, so sit back. You're about to watch a master at work," said Gojo.
He leapt, punching the curse so hard the ground cracked. The curse roared, snapping its fingers—trees attacked in waves. Gojo dodged each one, unfazed. Frustrated, the monster unleashed blasts of cursed energy—Vegeta-style—but Gojo stopped them with Limitless.
Desperate, it fled, weaving through trees. Gojo caught it by the antler, slammed it into the ground, then swung it like a bat into a tree that was about to sneak attack him before throwing it skyward and pummeling it mid-air. The curse fell, bloodied and broken.
As it lay there, I dragged my half-dead body forward—nose bleeding, ankle fractured. Pouring cursed energy into my fist, I paused, remembering Gojo's words: Reversed Cursed Technique is negative energy multiplied by itself to create positive cursed energy. I knew I couldn't due anything like that at this point, but seeing as how curse energy already amplifies what's there but,
what if I amplified my natural healing instead?
So i stopped channeling cursed energy into my fist, and instead I channeled cursed energy into my body, feeling bruises fade and cuts scar over. Pain shot through me as my ankle snapped back into place, but soon, I was healed.
Gojo and his maid looked shocked.
"How do you know Reversed Cursed Technique?!" they shouted in unison.
"What's that?" I asked, feigning ignorance, finishing the curse off and absorbing it. My energy surged as gojo took notice.
"It's an advanced cursed technique that allows sorcerers to regenerate—even severed limbs. Not even Young Master Gojo or I can grasp it," said the maid.
"So that means I'm actually better than Gojo in one aspect of jujutsu," I smiled, turning to Gojo.
"Hey, don't get cocky! I'm still stronger. It doesn't matter how many times you regenerate—and besides, it's incomplete. You're celebrating a bootleg copy," replied Gojo with slight envy.
"Oh yeah? But I got here before you, Mr. Born-With-Infinite-Cursed-Energy." I raised my hands dramatically.
As we argued, Yaga appeared with two dolls.
"Hey! Where did you come from?" yelled Gojo, puffing his chest out.
"That should be my question—and where's the special grade—and don't tell me you almost got killed again geto?" questioned Yaga.
"Yeah he did," said gojo as he laughed.
Ignoring gojo I spoke up how did you get here so slow? Doesn't the school reimburse gas for the 'real job'?" I asked.
"If you must know Yes, they do, but thanks to two meddling kids, I had to make new dolls—the ones I had were destroyed. I took the train to buy time to make more. I would've had three already, but some little girl wanted one so badly so I couldn't say no."
"No one asked all that—you could've just said you took the train," said Gojo flatly.
"Little assholes how did you all get here before me anyways," muttered Yaga.
"Steve!' smiled gojo.
"I didn't even say anything!" I said, confused.
"By association," Yaga shot back.
"Damn. Oh yeah, look what I got!" I said, summoning the deer—now weaker, at semi-special-grade level.
"When did you get this, first grade?" asked Yaga.
"Nah, it's the special grade from here. I got the last hit after Gojo beat it."
Before I could finish, the deer spoke:
"Weak master… so power… weak!!"
"Holy shit, it can talk!" said Gojo.
"I see. Not the first to speak, but if we'd arrived any later, it might've become a monster even Gojo or Toji would've had to fight," said Yaga.
"To think a twelve-year-old is the final wall of defense," I muttered, reminded of Toji—the man who almost beat Sukuna to the punch.
"Tch! Hey, Suguru, take this advice—and tell no one. You may not realize how detestable the higher-ups can be, but I'll tell you firsthand."
"Miss Yuki, I'd like a minute with the boy," Yaga said.
"Yes, of course, Sensei," replied Yuki (Gojo's maid) as she walked off with Gojo.
"It's one thing to be a special grade from one of the Three Families, but those outside them are seen as threats to the status quo. They're usually dealt with."
"But don't the higher-ups already know my abilities? And I'm fine?"
"That's because I was the one who discovered your fight. They know what I tell them. I said you can control curses through absorption, but only up to first grade. That makes you less of a threat. I don't want what happened to me to happen to a child."
"Yaga," I said. He stared off into the distance, wind tugging at his collar and hair. The sky was an unnaturally bright blue behind him.
"Damn, Yaga the goat," I muttered, realizing he had to lie about Panda to avoid imprisonment in the past.
"You know, you're a real cool guy," I said aloud.
"Maybe you're not so bad after all, kid," Yaga replied, walking off with his dolls.
As Yaga left, Gojo reappeared, asking what we'd talked about. I ignored his questions and told him I had to go home. Before we parted, he gave me his family's landline number—he didn't have a phone.
As I made my way home, I pondered everything I'd learned. I envisioned the next few years—collecting curses, forging connections, preparing for the day the higher-ups changed their minds.
Then I remembered: Tengen's barrier stretches across much of Japan, weakening curses. I almost died to a nerfed one. But if that's true… why could it speak? Even in broken sentences, it spoke.
Then, the devil himself sent a wave of intent instead of words, revealing he'd been granted power. When I asked if he'd eaten a finger, he denied it, saying he'd been in a test tube—one of many.
Before I could ask more, I arrived home, greeted by my mother's warm hug.
"How was the field trip, my cupcake?" she asked.
This was the life I'd been fighting for—a life where I saved lives, avenged others, and was then greeted with the title of "cupcake."
This… this is the life.
authors note: hope who ever read this enjoies i was gonna post yesterday but work stuff i kinda already have an idea about how im gonna have jujustu and marvel interact since in jjk the elders control japan from the shadows and theres another group in marvel that dose the same also the space stone is somewhere else not in shield custdy if anyone who reads this or hears this drop an idea im open to suggestions and if you want a certain patrail portrayal of a marvel charcter ill do it