Capítulo 7: Nah I'd Win.
Ah, I can hear the comments now, where's your protagonist, dude? This Is literally just a remake of JJK. MAN SHUT UP. Ahem, now you'll understand soon, just be patient.
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Here's a detailed and immersive rewrite of the scene:
As Yuji, Gojo, and Megumi made their way to Jujutsu High, an unsettling presence stirred within Yuji. Suddenly, the cursed spirit Ryomen Sukuna manifested, creating grotesque mouths on Yuji's body to voice his disdain. His voice echoed with a chilling malice, dripping with contempt for the situation Yuji had put him in.
"Pathetic," Sukuna sneered, his tone filled with disgust. "This boy is weak. A fool. And this system... a structure built on anything but strength is laughable." The mouths twisted into a menacing grin, reflecting the curse's utter disregard for Yuji's ideals.
Yuji, struggling to suppress Sukuna's influence, gritted his teeth. "Shut up!" he snapped, trying to regain control over his body. But Sukuna's malevolent laughter only grew louder.
"Silence, brat," Sukuna hissed, his voice laced with dark promise. "Once I regain my full power, I'll tear through this pathetic world, starting with your so-called strongest sorcerer." The mouths contorted further as Sukuna's sinister intentions became clear. "Satoru Gojo will be the first to die by my hand."
Gojo, who had been walking beside Yuji, merely chuckled at the threat, unfazed by Sukuna's ominous declaration. "I'm honored," he said with a smile, his tone almost playful. "To be targeted by the legendary Ryomen Sukuna, the undisputed king of curses who's lived for over a thousand years... well, it's a compliment of the highest order."
Yuji, still struggling internally with Sukuna's presence, turned to Gojo with a burning question that had been nagging at him. "Between the two of you... who's stronger?"
Gojo paused for a moment, his expression turning thoughtful. "If Sukuna had all twenty fingers..." He trailed off, considering the possibility before flashing a confident grin. "It'd be a bit difficult."
Yuji's eyes widened in surprise. "You'd lose?"
Gojo's grin only widened as he shook his head. "Nah, I'd win."
The sheer confidence in Gojo's voice sent a shiver down Yuji's spine. There was no doubt in Gojo's mind—he truly believed in his strength, no matter the opponent. It was that unwavering confidence that gave Yuji a sliver of hope amidst the chaos within him.
"Hehe." A smaller fanger mouth appeared on Yuji's cheek, which he quickly slapped. "Sorry, he does that sometimes."
They soon arrived at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, where they found themselves in the principal's office, facing a rather displeased Masamichi Yaga.
The principal, a stern-looking man with a no-nonsense demeanor, was seated behind his desk, his hands busy crafting small, intricately designed dolls. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Yuji couldn't help but be distracted by the sight of the principal working on such delicate creations.
Yaga's gaze was sharp as he looked up from his work, his eyes narrowing at Gojo. "You're eight minutes late," he said flatly, his tone carrying a hint of irritation.
Gojo merely shrugged, unfazed by the principal's stern demeanor. "Traffic was a nightmare," he quipped, though Yuji suspected Gojo hadn't been in any hurry to arrive on time.
As Yaga continued to scold Gojo for his lack of punctuality, Yuji found himself captivated by the cute dolls that Yaga was creating. It was a stark contrast to the principal's gruff exterior, and Yuji couldn't help but feel a strange mix of amusement and confusion.
Finally, Yaga turned his attention to Yuji, his expression unreadable. "Yuji Itadori," he began, his voice carrying a weight of authority. "Why do you want to attend Jujutsu High?"
The question hung in the air, simple yet profound. Yuji hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. He knew this was more than just an interview question—it was a test of his resolve, of his commitment to the path he had chosen.
As Yuji stood in front of Principal Yaga, the weight of the moment pressed down on him, and his mind began to drift back to memories of his grandfather. The stern lines of Yaga's face blurred as Yuji's thoughts transported him to a time when he was just a child.
In his mind, Yuji saw the frail figure of his grandfather, lying in that small hospital room. The old man's face was etched with years of wisdom, but also with deep lines of regret. Yuji remembered how his grandfather would sometimes stare out the window, lost in thoughts of what might have been. "I made a lot of mistakes, Yuji," his grandfather had once said, his voice weak but earnest. "I wasn't there for the people who needed me the most. Don't be like me, Yuji. Don't live a life full of regrets."
At the end of his life, Yuji's grandfather had been alone, with no one by his side except for Yuji. That lonely image had haunted Yuji ever since, and it was that memory that fueled his resolve to help others.
Snapping back to the present, Yuji met Yaga's gaze, determination in his eyes. "It was my grandfather's last request," Yuji explained, his voice carrying the weight of his emotions. "He wanted me to help people, to make sure that when I die, I won't be alone. That's why I want to be a jujutsu sorcerer—to honor his memory."
Yaga's expression darkened at Yuji's words. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he considered the boy before him. "Is that all?" Yaga's voice was cold, almost dismissive. "You want to do this because your grandfather asked you to?"
Yuji hesitated, sensing the disapproval in the principal's tone. "Yes, but—"
Before Yuji could finish, Yaga cut him off. "That's not good enough," he declared, his voice sharp and unforgiving. "I disqualify you from attending Jujutsu High."
Yuji's heart sank as the principal's words hit him like a punch to the gut. He had come so far, endured so much, only to be dismissed so easily. But before he could react, Yaga reached under his desk and pulled out a small, intricately crafted doll. The doll was about the size of a child's toy, with exaggerated features and a twisted smile that made it look almost menacing.
"This is a cursed doll," Yaga explained, his tone as serious as ever. "Infused with my cursed energy." Without warning, the doll sprang to life, its tiny limbs moving with surprising speed and agility. It leaped from Yaga's hand and landed on the floor in front of Yuji, its eyes gleaming with a malicious light.
"You see," Yaga continued, as the doll began to circle Yuji, "I believe people are more honest when they're cornered. When faced with danger, their true motivations come to the surface." The doll lunged at Yuji, striking him with a series of quick, sharp blows. Though small, the doll's attacks were precise, and Yuji could feel the force behind each strike.
Yuji stumbled back, trying to fend off the doll's relentless assault. "What are you doing?!" he shouted, struggling to keep his balance.
Yaga watched impassively, his arms crossed over his chest. "A jujutsu sorcerer's life isn't easy. We face curses that want nothing more than to destroy us and everything we care about. To survive, a sorcerer must be motivated by something stronger than a request from a loved one. You need a reason that burns within you, a fire that will keep you going even when you're at your breaking point."
The doll continued its attack, forcing Yuji to dodge and defend himself as best he could. Despite the pain and the pressure, Yuji's mind raced. He understood what Yaga was saying, but he couldn't deny the truth of his own motivations. His grandfather's words had been the catalyst for his decision, but now, standing in the face of danger, Yuji felt something else stirring within him—something deeper.
Yaga's voice broke through Yuji's thoughts. "Shamans—jujutsu sorcerers—must be a little crazy to do what we do. We fight curses, things born from humanity's darkest emotions. This isn't a job for the faint of heart, and it's certainly not something you should do just because someone else asked you to."
Yuji gritted his teeth, a surge of determination rising in his chest. The doll leaped at him again, but this time, Yuji met it head-on, catching it in mid-air. The cursed energy radiating from the doll burned his hands, but Yuji held on, his grip tightening. "I know this isn't easy!" he shouted, his voice filled with resolve. "But I want to do this! Not just because of my grandfather, but because I've seen what curses can do. I've felt their evil, and I can't stand by and let them hurt anyone else. I need to fight them... because I want to protect people, and because I want to prove to myself that I can make a difference!"
Yaga watched as Yuji struggled with the doll, a contemplative look on his face. Slowly, the principal nodded, as if he had found the answer he was looking for. With a wave of his hand, the cursed energy within the doll dissipated, and it went limp in Yuji's grasp.
"That's more like it," Yaga said, his tone softer, though still firm. "Remember that feeling, Itadori. You'll need it if you want to survive in this world. But for now... you've passed."
Yuji stood there, panting and drenched in sweat, the lifeless doll still clutched in his hands. Relief washed over him, but there was also a newfound sense of purpose burning within him. He wasn't just doing this for his grandfather anymore—he was doing it for himself, for the people he wanted to protect, and for the life he wanted to live.
As Yaga turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder at Yuji. "Welcome to Jujutsu High."
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[Auther: Goodness, gracious, I'm zooming by these chapters...hehe. I totally don't have an entire storage of chapters waiting and have been uploading them periodically...nah.
1. The mouth that said, "Hehe" is the protagonist.
2. PIR to Principal Yaga.]
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