The next day, after a simple funeral for his grandfather, Yuji followed Megumi to Tokyo Jujutsu High.
There, he met his future homeroom teacher, Satoru.
Eichi was already the homeroom teacher for the second-year students, so Satoru remained the homeroom teacher for the first-year students.
Kusakabe, who had lost his position as the second-year homeroom teacher due to Eichi's sudden intervention, happily slacked off for two years.
It was worth noting that in this timeline, Yuji was not sentenced to death because the mission had changed.
Yuji had been sentenced to death because Megumi's mission was to retrieve Sukuna's fingers.
Sukuna's fingers, which had been indestructible for a thousand years, could not have vanished into thin air, which was why Jujutsu Headquarters learned about Yuji's situation.
Out of fear and apprehension toward Sukuna, Jujutsu Headquarters issued an execution order for Yuji.
But in this timeline, Megumi's mission was to exorcise Cursed Spirits, and Yuji was only a Tokyo Jujutsu High student with Jujutsu Sorcerer talent whom he encountered during the mission.
Sukuna's fingers? Where were Sukuna's fingers? He knew nothing about them.
Naturally, Yuji would not be sentenced to death.
Of course, Eichi still informed a few people, including Satoru and Masamichi.
At this moment, Yuji was chatting with Satoru while heading toward Masamichi's location.
In this timeline, Suguru did not defect and become a Curse User, but somehow, Masamichi still added an entrance exam, and most new students who enrolled had an interview with him.
"Is Sukuna a very famous guy?"
Yuji slapped himself in the face, then patted the back of his hand. Wherever Sukuna's mouth opened, he would instantly slap it.
Judging from the crisp sound, Yuji was hitting quite hard.
He was ruthless, even hitting himself that hard.
"Sukuna is a legendary demon god with two faces and four arms, but he was also 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 twenty Sukuna fingers, remain indestructible to this day."
Satoru concisely explained Sukuna to Yuji, a complete novice in Jujutsu.
With only a few words, Satoru described a terrifying existence that even the Jujutsu World could not stand against.
"Sukuna is, without a doubt, the King of Curses."
Gulp.
Yuji could not help swallowing, but his heart was not filled with fear or 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's serious expression, Satoru pressed his large hand firmly onto his fluffy hair and quickly messed it up into a bird's nest.
"Sensei! Stop! We still have to meet the principal later!"
Yuji frantically tried to stop Satoru's hands, which had started wandering.
"Yuji's body really is interesting, isn't it?"
Satoru commented while patting him, only stopping when Yuji'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."
As he said this, Satoru flexed his powerful fist.
"Is that so? Thank you, Gojo-sensei."
Yuji smiled happily. Even with his big heart, he could not help feeling uneasy after learning that a murderous King of Curses lived inside him, constantly ready to seize his body.
But Satoru's words put him at ease.
"You bastard, I'll definitely kill you once I control this brat's body."
Sukuna's mouth suddenly appeared on Yuji's face.
Slap!
Yuji slapped Sukuna without hesitation. 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 all over his face?"
"Eh? Gojo-sensei fought Sukuna..."
Suddenly, a small light bulb seemed to appear beside Yuji's head.
"I know! Sensei, you're also a hidden powerhouse who survived from 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's mind. Satoru, who not only knew Sukuna but had also beaten him, was now considered an ancient monster from a thousand years ago.
"No, I'm eighteen years and one hundred twenty months old this year."
"Eh?"
Yuji felt his head tingling, as if smoke was about to come out of it.
"Sukuna incarnated once 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 really is 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 Satoru use him to build his image in front of his student, Sukuna was extremely angry deep down.
But for now, he could only make verbal threats.
"Eh, really?"
Yuji looked at Satoru in confusion, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
"That guy still has body parts equivalent to eight fingers sealed in Tokyo Jujutsu High, and we also have Sukuna's fingers, so he can't recover to his peak."
Satoru placed his hand on Yuji's head again, but this time it was a gentle, comforting pat.
"And even if he recovers to his peak, there's no need to worry. I'll win."
Satoru pointed at himself with one hand and flashed a confident smile.
Under the influence of that smile, Yuji's worries completely disappeared.
As they spoke, the two walked into a dim dojo. There were no lights in the dojo, but more than 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 touching it. Yuji's heart tensed uncontrollably.
But in the next second, that 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 paired with this yakuza boss, who would not look out of place pulling out a knife and stabbing someone in the stomach in the next second?
This extreme contrast made Yuji's brain slow to process it, and he even forgot his earlier tension.
"Don't mind it, don't mind it. You're making dolls anyway, aren't you?"
Satoru spread his hands, intending to bluff his way through.
"This person is Principal Yaga."
Before Masamichi could start scolding him, Satoru slapped Yuji hard on the back.
"My name is Itadori Yuji! 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?"
(To be continued.)