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The next day.
When Itadori woke up, Gojo Satoru explained the situation to him: although he had been sentenced to death, Gojo Satoru had changed it to a suspended sentence.
"Suspended sentence, meaning it won't be carried out immediately?"
"Of course. Let me explain it to you again."
Then he pulled out another one of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers: "This is the same as the one you ate. There are 20 in total, and we've secured six of them."
"Twenty? Is that including hands and feet?"
Itadori looked constipated at the thought of eating someone else's toes.
"Of course not. Ryomen Sukuna has four arms, so he has 20 fingers. These things cannot be destroyed; they are powerful cursed spirits and are growing stronger by the day, at a rate that existing Sorcerers cannot keep up with."
"So that's where you come in. If you die, the Ryomen Sukuna inside you will also die, which is why some cowardly old folks are clamoring to kill you."
"But that's such a waste, isn't it?"
Itadori was puzzled: "Waste?"
"Yes, because we don't know if there will be another vessel capable of containing Ryomen Sukuna in the future. So I suggested that we let you eat all the fingers and then kill you."
"Since you're going to be killed anyway, why not wait until you've absorbed all of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers and then take him down with you?"
Itadori Yuji is a person with extremely high emotional intelligence and strong empathy. He not only cares about his comrades and friends but also understands and cares for everyone he meets.
Moreover, Itadori Yuji is very willing to sacrifice himself for others, possessing a non-human sense of fearlessness.
"Are there many cursed spirit incidents like this?"
Gojo Satoru thought for a moment.
"This situation is quite special. People are harmed every now and then. Dying normally from a cursed spirit is the best outcome. Even being turned into a pile of flesh is considered a relatively good situation."
"You'll most likely encounter such situations when searching for Ryomen Sukuna. I can't guarantee that you won't die a terrible death."
"However, choose the hell you prefer."
These things didn't scare Itadori Yuji.
Remembering his grandfather's dying wish, if Araki Itsuki hadn't appeared, his upperclassmen would surely have been injured.
"If all of Ryomen Sukuna disappears, will fewer people be killed by cursed spirits?"
Gojo Satoru looked at Itadori Yuji in surprise: "Of course."
"I agree. Do you have any more of those fingers?"
Gojo Satoru handed Itadori the finger he had brought, wanting to see him eat it.
However, Itadori scrutinized it, cold sweat breaking out on his face: "Now that I look at it, it's really disgusting!"
He hesitated: "Can I eat it later?"
"Of course."
The two then went outside.
Araki Itsuki was sitting on a bench, sampling local delicacies, while a dejected Fushiguro, his face covered in bandages, sat beside him.
Itadori Yuji saw Araki Itsuki like a savior and quickly ran up to them: "Araki, do you have any more of that stuff?"
Araki Itsuki chuckled, pulling a plastic container filled with lemon, chili, and various other ingredients from his pocket and tossing it to Itadori Yuji.
"I told you you'd thank me. Who can eat a thousand-year-old dried chicken foot?"
Itadori Yuji breathed a sigh of relief, unhesitatingly stuffing Ryomen Sukuna's finger into the plastic container to marinate it, then swallowed it with two small chili peppers.
His expression contorted for a moment, then returned to normal, suppressing Ryomen Sukuna's will.
"Sorry, Gojo Satoru-sensei, after having pickled chili-flavored thousand-year phoenix claws, I can't swallow it without some condiments now."
Gojo Satoru laughed: "I thought you were scared earlier."
The moment Itadori Yuji stuffed Ryomen Sukuna's finger into the plastic container, Ryomen Sukuna's mouth appeared on his cheek.
He furiously yelled at Araki Itsuki: "You despicable brat! When I take over this body, you'll be the first I kill!"
The king of curses of a thousand years, being marinated in condiments, was too much!
Itadori Yuji quickly covered his cheek: "Sorry, this sometimes pops out. It's very strange."
Araki Itsuki waved his hand indifferently, not caring at all.
Gojo Satoru stroked his chin: "Araki, don't you feel honored to be noticed by Ryomen Sukuna? He's the king of curses from a thousand years ago!"
Araki Itsuki, stuffing potato chips into his mouth, said amusedly: "Have you ever seen an adult seriously fight with a child?"
"Besides, there's no such thing as a king of curses."
"He's just a mortal who wasn't born in my era."
Fushiguro: "..."
Gojo Satoru: "..."
Itadori Yuji: "..."
Ryomen Sukuna sneered and said nothing more.
He had made a deal with Kenjaku a thousand years ago, that when he returned to the human world, he would definitely enjoy Araki Itsuki's fear.
Gojo Satoru quickly cleared his throat twice: "Such proficient showing-off skills, I approve of you."
Itadori Yuji asked curiously: "Is this guy famous?"
"Of course. Ryomen Sukuna is a fictional demon god with four arms and two faces, but he was actually a real person who existed a thousand years ago."
"At that time, Jujutsu was in its golden age. Both Jujutsu Sorcerers and Cursed Spirits were more ferocious than they are now. Jujutsu Sorcerers gathered all their strength to challenge him but failed."
"From then on, he was given the name Sukuna. Even after so many years since his death, Jujutsu Sorcerers couldn't destroy his remains."
"He is truly the king of curses."
Itadori Yuji asked curiously: "Then who is stronger, him or Sensei?"
"Hmm... Well, a fully powered Ryomen Sukuna would probably be quite difficult to deal with."
"Would you lose?"
"I'd win."
Araki Itsuki chuckled after hearing this: "Gojo Satoru is always so confident."
However, the Limitless Cursed Technique is truly terrifying. Gojo Satoru's combat intuition and experience are also extraordinary, but he can't stop someone who can cut through space with a conceptual cheat.
But for a Jujutsu Sorcerer, a profession where 80% of one's strength is determined at birth, how else can you get stronger without a cheat?
After chatting, the group headed to Tokyo.
Tokyo Jujutsu High.
The school is located deep in the mountains of Tokyo, outwardly presented as a private religious school. Many Jujutsu Sorcerers continue to operate from here after graduation.
The school not only has educational facilities but also handles mission dispatch, support work, and serves as a vital location for the Jujutsu world.
"Araki, Itadori, I'm taking you for your interviews."
Araki Itsuki, breathing in the fresh air, complained: "My strength is already Special Grade, so why do I still have to go through an entrance interview?"
Gojo Satoru shrugged helplessly: "The old geezers upstairs won't agree to suddenly adding a Special Grade. That represents a huge allocation of resources, and besides, you don't have any Cursed Energy."
Araki Itsuki grinned menacingly: "If you ask me, those old farts should just go to hell. They're just getting in the way."
"Itadori's death sentence was also ordered by that group of people."
Araki Itsuki had no good feelings for those old farts.
After the Shibuya Incident, they directly sold out Gojo Satoru, the former savior. Itadori was also given a death sentence, and even attempts to save him were considered complicity.
If it weren't for the executioner, Yuta Okkotsu, having received Gojo Satoru's prior entrustment, Itadori would have died so confusedly.
Itadori snorted: "Although I'm displeased, I can't just let the cursed spirits run wild. I'll eat all of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers first, then we'll talk."
Gojo Satoru considered seriously: "Let's keep those old farts for now. After all, I don't have experience in management either."
He then led the two into the principal's office.
Jujutsu High's principal, Yaga Masamichi, wearing black sunglasses, was concentrating on carving cute objects.
"You're slow, Satoru."
"You're always a few minutes late, not enough to get scolded. Didn't I tell you to break that bad habit?"
Gojo Satoru sighed: "If it's not enough to get scolded, then don't bring it up. Anyway, you're making dolls, so being late is being late."
Yaga Masamichi put down the doll in his hand and turned his gaze to Araki Itsuki and Itadori Yuji.
He first asked Araki Itsuki: "What is your goal?"
Araki Itsuki curiously observed this poor man. After Gojo Satoru was sealed, he was directly ordered to be executed by the higher-ups, and the one who carried it out was his old friend.
He held up two fingers, a smile playing on his lips.
"Life goals?"
"First, I'll do whatever the hell I want."
"Second, I don't eat beef."
Yaga Masamichi fell silent. Although he didn't understand, he remembered Araki Itsuki's strength from Fushiguro's report.
"Very firm beliefs."
"Pass!"
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