Chapter 3: Temporarily Staying at Jujutsu High
Reverse Cursed Technique?
Could the short-haired girl in front of him be Ieiri Shoko?
Toho Hiroshi propped himself up, trying to sit. A wave of soreness and weakness washed over his body, but he was otherwise fine.
Leaning against the headboard, he finally had a chance to carefully observe the woman in front of him and his surroundings.
It was a typical Japanese medical room, with equipment that looked simple but complete.
Outside the window was a deep night, with the faint outlines of continuous mountain forests visible.
It was excessively quiet here.
"Did you save me?"
Toho Hiroshi asked, his last memory being of those two teenagers.
"To be precise, Satoru and Suguru picked you up."
Shoko corrected, "When they found you, you had just used that strange black flame to burn away a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, and then you collapsed from exhaustion."
It wasn't a dream after all.
Toho Hiroshi's heart sank, but at the same time, an indescribable tremor rose within him.
Sharingan, Amaterasu, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru... He had actually entered the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, and started in such a terrifying way.
"They..."
Toho Hiroshi was about to ask again.
Bang!
The medical room door was forcefully pushed open, hitting the wall with a loud crash.
"Yo! You woke up pretty fast!"
A tall, white-haired figure almost darted in, a brazen smile plastered on his face. Even through his sunglasses, the iconic pale blue Rikugan conveyed a sense of scrutiny and curiosity.
It was Gojo Satoru.
Behind him followed Geto Suguru, who had a more composed expression. The black-haired, bun-wearing teenager merely nodded slightly as a greeting, but his gaze also fell on Toho Hiroshi, filled with inquiry.
"How do you feel? Isn't it great to be exhausted after unleashing a big move?"
Gojo Satoru took a few steps to the bedside, unceremoniously bending down until his face was almost in front of Toho Hiroshi's. His small round sunglasses slid to the tip of his nose, and those astonishing Rikugan stared directly into Toho Hiroshi's dark eyes, as if trying to penetrate his irises and peer into the deepest source of his power.
An intense pressure washed over him.
Toho Hiroshi subconsciously held his breath.
Facing the future'strongest' at such close range, that aura, a mix of power, capriciousness, and inquisitiveness, was far more impactful than he had imagined.
"I'm fine."
Toho Hiroshi managed to utter two words, leaning back slightly, trying to create some distance.
"Satoru, don't scare him."
Geto Suguru spoke up as a reminder, but also walked over, "Hello, I am Geto Suguru, and this is Gojo Satoru. We brought you back. Can you tell us your name? Also, what exactly happened before?"
Toho Hiroshi composed himself.
He knew that honesty might be the quickest way to gain trust, especially when facing these two perceptive individuals.
"Toho Hiroshi."
He stated his name, his voice a bit steadier, "I... I'm not sure what exactly happened. When I regained consciousness, I was in that place, facing that... monster. Then, my eyes suddenly ached intensely, and then... it was as you saw."
He omitted the specific names of the Sharingan and its abilities, only describing the process and the result.
This was essentially the truth, just with the source of information hidden.
"A suddenly awakened Cursed Technique?"
Geto Suguru frowned slightly, "Under extreme danger and pressure?"
"Wow, stress-induced awakening? And such a powerful Cursed Technique?"
Gojo Satoru exaggeratedly raised an eyebrow, straightened up, and stroked his chin, "Your eyes are very interesting. The Rikugan tells me they're quite unusual. What's that black fire called?"
Toho Hiroshi was silent for a moment.
What would be the consequences of saying "Amaterasu"? Would there be any records of such power in this world?
But seeing Gojo Satoru's expression that seemed to say, "Even if you don't tell me, I'll find a way to know," and Geto Suguru's calm but persistent gaze, he knew that concealment was not the best strategy.
"Amaterasu."
He quietly uttered a name.
"Amaterasu?"
Gojo Satoru repeated, exchanging a glance with Geto Suguru. A hint of confusion flashed in both their eyes.
This name seemed related to mythology, but there was no corresponding Cursed Technique recorded in the Jujutsu World.
"It doesn't rely on Cursed Tools, can be activated solely by line of sight, and possesses black flames with absolute annihilation properties..."
Geto Suguru mused, "I've never heard of such a Cursed Technique. Is this your only ability?"
Toho Hiroshi's heart skipped a beat.
Did abilities like Kagutsuchi, Tsukuyomi, and Kamui exist?
He had no idea.
"I don't know."
He chose the safest answer, appropriately showing confusion and a touch of lingering fear on his face, "At that time, I just wanted it to disappear... and then the flames appeared. After that, I didn't know anything."
His expression didn't seem fake, and the exhaustion from collapsing was genuinely real.
Gojo Satoru's Rikugan carefully scanned him, confirming that his Cursed Energy level was extremely low and unstable, and his physical condition indeed seemed like he had just undergone a huge burst and depletion.
"Looks like a newbie who doesn't even understand his own situation."
Gojo Satoru seemed a bit disappointed, but also found it more interesting, "Hey, Toho Hiroshi, are you from a Jujutsu Sorcerer family? Or have you shown any abnormalities before?"
"No, I'm just an ordinary person."
Toho Hiroshi answered affirmatively. His origins were simply unexplainable.
If he told them he was a transmigrator, they probably wouldn't believe him either.
"An ordinary person can awaken a Cursed Technique of this level?"
Geto Suguru's tone became even more serious.
This was already beyond common sense.
Just then, the medical room door was knocked on again, this time much more politely.
A tall, serious-looking man wearing a Jujutsu High uniform walked in.
"Yaga-sensei."
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru both reined in some of their casualness.
Yaga Masamichi's gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Toho Hiroshi on the bed.
"It seems you're awake."
His voice was deep and powerful, "I am Yaga Masamichi, a teacher at Jujutsu High. Regarding your situation, Satoru and Suguru have already made a preliminary report. Toho Hiroshi, given that your awakened ability is special and highly dangerous, we need to conduct a more detailed assessment and inquiry. Until your identity and intentions are clear, you will need to temporarily remain at Jujutsu High."
His words carried an undeniable authority.
Toho Hiroshi's heart tightened, but at the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief. Temporarily staying meant at least a basic guarantee of safety and a window into understanding this world.
"I understand."
He nodded.
Gojo Satoru grinned and clapped his hands, "Perfect! So it's decided. Kid, you'll be with us from now on. Don't worry, with me around, no one will dare bully you."
Geto Suguru sighed helplessly, "Satoru, don't make decisions like that on your own."
"What does it matter, Suguru? Don't you think this guy's eyes are super interesting?"
Gojo Satoru excitedly pointed at Toho Hiroshi, "And that black fire is super strong. Maybe he can help us beat up the higher-ups later!"
A vein seemed to twitch on Yaga Masamichi's forehead, "Satoru! Watch your language!"
Toho Hiroshi looked at the noisy yet vibrant trio in front of him, especially the pale blue Rikugan filled with curiosity and inquisitiveness, and felt a mix of emotions.
He knew that his life at Jujutsu High, or rather, his life in this dangerous world, had begun in a completely unexpected way.
And the secrets of these Mangekyo Sharingan, why they appeared on him, and how he should navigate the future—all of this had just begun.