Bab 34: Ch 30 Subjugation
As the white tiger readied itself, Ichigo mirrored its intensity, locking gazes with it for a palpable moment where time seemed to stand still. Both vanished from sight, replaced by flashes of sparks as their clash reverberated through the air.
"Haha, as expected, this one is different than the others I've faced," Ichigo remarked, his voice tinged with admiration for his opponent's prowess.
With a swift kick to the abdomen, Ichigo followed through with a roundhouse and a flurry of slashes. Yet, despite his skillful assault, the nimble white tiger managed to evade some of his strikes with agile grace.
"Although it's fast, its strength has gradually decreased due to the damage it received from the red dragon," Ichigo noted, his words carrying a hint of excitement for the weary creature as their battle raged on.
After a grueling minute of relentless combat, both combatants momentarily retreated, panting heavily as they caught their breath.
"Huff...hufff. Whew, this is quite taxing. I'm expending a considerable amount of cursed energy," Ichiro remarked between breaths, a bead of sweat trickling down his brow. "Fortunately, I'm adept at recycling and absorbing it back."
As Ichiro gathered his resolve, he unleashed another wave of cursed energy in a fan shape, aiming to ensnare his agile foe. However, with a graceful maneuver, the white tiger evaded his attack with dazzling agility.
"Baku!" Ichiro called out, summoning his loyal companion to the fray. As Baku materialized, a legion of minions wielding bows appeared alongside him, ready to execute their master's command.
"Baku, execute!" Ichiro commanded, his voice resolute as Baku growled in acknowledgment. Without hesitation, the minions raised their bows skyward, unleashing a volley of projectiles towards their target, their movements synchronized as if guided by an unseen force.
As Ichiro's laughter echoed through the air, the white tiger watched with a mix of apprehension and defiance, realizing it was trapped in a deadly game orchestrated by its cunning adversary.
"Now then, white tiger, let's play under the rain," Ichiro taunted, his laughter tinged with a maniacal edge. "Of arrows."
With a sudden burst of movement, the white tiger contemplated escape but quickly discarded the notion, recognizing the futility in turning its back on the imminent threat before it. With a resigned growl, it prepared to meet Ichiro's challenge head-on.
"Hahahahah, a good choice indeed," Ichiro chuckled, his amusement evident as he faced down his formidable opponent. "Now then."
In an instant, the two adversaries disappeared from view, their clash of swords and claws ringing out once more amidst the torrential rain of arrows. With masterful precision, Ichiro deflected the falling arrows even as he engaged in combat, his movements fluid and deadly.
"To think you could fight under these circumstances, I commend you, white tiger," Ichiro acknowledged, a glimmer of respect in his voice. But his praise was short-lived as he seized the opportunity presented by a momentary distraction. With a swift motion, he grabbed an arrow and lodged it into the side of the white tiger, causing it to stagger.
Without hesitation, Ichiro followed up with a powerful kick to the tiger's chin, sending it soaring into the air. Before it could regain its bearings, he seized its tail, slamming it forcefully to the ground and impaling its exposed abdomen with a vicious cleaver strike.
As the rain of arrows ceased, Ichiro approached the wounded tiger, casually taking a seat beside it amidst the aftermath of their brutal encounter.
"Now then, do you think I'm worthy to be served?" Ichiro inquired, his tone a mix of confidence and curiosity, awaiting the white tiger's response amidst the lingering tension of their battle"
With a satisfied smile, Ichiro watched as the defeated white tiger dissolved into a black substance and merged seamlessly into his shadow.
"Now then, I guess that's it for today," Ichiro mused to himself, feeling the weight of fatigue settling upon him. "I should continue next time since I'm a bit tired."
As Ichiro made his way home, the weariness of battle lingered in his bones. Upon entering the living room, he encountered Kyle, who greeted him warmly and extended an invitation to watch television together. Politely declining, Ichiro expressed his desire to retire to his room for some much-needed rest. With a nod of understanding, he bid Kyle goodnight and retreated to his sanctuary.
The next morning, as Ichiro sat at the dining table, Kyle couldn't help but notice the exhaustion etched upon his friend's face.
"Morning, Ichiro. You look tired," Kyle remarked, concern evident in his voice.
Ichiro's response was a vague murmur, his mind still fogged by the remnants of sleep.
"It must be tough exorcising curse spirits, huh?" Kyle continued, his curiosity piqued by Ichiro's weary demeanor.
"Huh? Oh, uh... yeah," Ichiro replied, momentarily flustered by the reminder of his clandestine activities. "Haha, I suppose it can be."
As Ichiro mentally cursed himself for the slip-up, Kyle merely chuckled and offered him a plate of food.
"Haha, I see. Well, eat up," Kyle said, brushing off the momentary awkwardness with ease"
As days transitioned seamlessly into weeks, and weeks gracefully evolved into the tapestry of a year, two full revolutions of the seasons had come to fruition, marking the passage of two years with the rhythmic cadence of time's relentless march
A/N ichiro is now 13 in this time skipped
In the midst of the bustling cityscape, a young man ambled along the sidewalk, savoring a snack as he went, his casual attire blending effortlessly with the urban scene.
"Hmm? Hey, look at that guy, isn't he hot?" remarked one of the girls to her friend on the opposite side of the road, her eyes alight with curiosity.
"Where?" her friend asked, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of the young man across the street.
"There, on the other side of the road," the first girl pointed out excitedly, her interest piqued.
"Oh, you're right! Let's ask him out," her friend suggested with a mischievous grin.
"Yeah, let's do it," the first girl agreed, feeling emboldened by her friend's enthusiasm.
With their decision made, the two friends navigated through the throngs of pedestrians and darting vehicles until they reached the opposite side of the road where the young man continued his leisurely stroll.
"Hey, you look like you're alone. Wanna hang out with us? We could go to karaoke," the first girl asked, her voice laced with a friendly smile as she extended the invitation.
The young man, noticing their approach, turned to face them, his expression a mix of surprise and interest. After a moment's consideration, he replied with a smile of his own.
The young man's response caught the girls off guard, their laughter tapering into awkward silence as they processed his words.
"I'm sorry, but my mother said I can't just follow strangers," the young man explained, his voice tinged with a hint of caution.
"Hahahaha, what's that, so hilarious," the other girl chimed in, attempting to diffuse the tension with forced laughter.
"Yeah, hahahaha! I mean, aren't you too old to follow your mother's rule? I mean, how old are you anyway? You look like we're the same age," the first girl added, trying to lighten the mood with a playful jab.
The young man, unfazed by their attempts at humor, responded matter-of-factly, "I'm 13 years old. That's why I can't just follow anyone I meet. Well then, bye."
With those words, he turned and walked away, leaving the two girls stunned, their mouths hanging open in disbelief at the unexpected turn of events. As the reality of the situation sank in, they exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of how to react to their failed attempt at striking up a conversation with the seemingly mature young man.
As Ichiro walked away from the encounter with the two girls, he couldn't shake off the lingering sense of surprise at their mistaken assumption about his age. "Well, I guess that was quite a shock to them, huh? They didn't expect that I'm way younger than them," he mused to himself, adjusting his posture unconsciously. "I mean, it can't be helped. My height can be mistaken as a high schooler, so it's no surprise if they thought I'm the same age as them."
Determined to focus on his next course of action, Ichiro retrieved his phone from his pocket and dialed a familiar number. After a few rings, a voice answered on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's me," Ichiro greeted, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.
"Oh, hello Ichiro! Long time no see. How have you been?" the voice responded, laced with playful familiarity.
"I'm fine. I need to ask you a favor, though. Can we meet?" Ichiro inquired, getting straight to the point.
"Hmm? That's so sudden, but alright. We'll meet in the same place where we parted ways a couple of years ago, okay?" the man agreed, his tone indicating his curiosity.
"Yeah, I'll be there," Ichiro confirmed before ending the call.
"Now I need to ask him to train me. Since all I've been fighting for the past years are the shikigami and curse spirits, I need some real fights against another human being. I'll be fighting humans in the near future, so I need to be prepared," Ichiro thought to himself as he pocketed his phone and headed towards their agreed meeting spot, determination burning bright in his eyes.
Bab 35: Ch 31 Sparring
As Ichiro entered the familiar coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped him, bringing with it a sense of comfort. Amidst the chatter of other patrons, he heard a familiar voice calling out to him.
"Hello, Gojo Sensei," Ichiro greeted, a smile spreading across his face as he spotted Gojo sitting at a table.
"Yo, Ichiro, good to see you," Gojo replied, returning the smile as they exchanged greetings. They settled into their seats, the cozy ambiance of the coffee shop providing the perfect backdrop for their conversation.
"So, what favor are you asking, Ichiro?" Gojo inquired, a hint of curiosity lacing his voice as he leaned forward slightly.
Ichiro took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, knowing that what he was about to ask was no small request. "Well, the thing is, I want you to train me," he admitted, his tone earnest yet determined.
"Train you?" Gojo repeated, a playful glint in his eyes as he considered Ichiro's request. Without missing a beat, he nodded, his agreement coming surprisingly easy. "Sure, why not?"
Ichiro couldn't help but be taken aback by Gojo's swift acceptance. "Are you sure?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice. "Aren't you busy with work, you know, exorcising and all?"
"Nah, it's alright," Gojo reassured him, waving off any concerns with a casual flick of his hand. "I can make time. So, let's go?" he suggested, already rising from his seat and heading towards the exit.
"Ye-yeah," Ichiro stammered, momentarily caught off guard by Gojo's enthusiasm. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, he followed Gojo out of the coffee shop, ready to embark on this new journey of training under the guidance of his esteemed mentor."
As they settled in the back seat of the car and ijichi drove off, Ichiro couldn't contain his curiosity and eventually turned to Gojo with a question.
"So, Gojo Sensei, where are we going?" Ichiro inquired, trying to feign innocence despite already knowing the answer.
"Tokyo Jujutsu High, that's where we're going," Gojo replied nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
"Ohh, I see," Ichiro responded, his tone lacking the surprise or excitement Gojo had anticipated. His reaction caught Gojo off guard, prompting him to raise an eyebrow in amusement.
"Hmm, that's not a reaction I see often," Gojo remarked, his curiosity piqued by Ichiro's subdued response.
"Why so?" Ichiro's question was genuine, but his demeanor remained composed, almost detached.
"Normally children your age are quite curio-- you know what, never mind," Gojo interrupted himself mid-sentence, a knowing look passing between them. He remembered all too well the events that had unfolded a few years ago when he had revealed the truth about Ichiro's father.
"Forgot you're different than the other children," Gojo added, a subtle acknowledgment of the unique circumstances surrounding Ichiro's upbringing. With that, the conversation lapsed into a comfortable silence as they continued their journey towards Tokyo Jujutsu High, each lost in their own thoughts.
As they arrived at Tokyo Jujutsu High, Ichiro couldn't contain his excitement at the sight of the expansive campus.
"Wow, this place is huge!" he exclaimed, his eyes scanning the impressive surroundings.
'Now that I'm here, I can't help but want to wander around to see the rest of the campus,' Ichiro added, his enthusiasm palpable.
"Now then," Gojo interjected, drawing Ichiro's attention away from the sprawling campus. "Before we begin our training, why don't we take some time to explore the school? Think of it as a tour to familiarize yourself with the layout and facilities."
"Alright," Ichiro agreed eagerly, already eager to embark on this impromptu adventure with gojo
With that, they set off to explore Tokyo Jujutsu High, Gojo leading the way with Ichiro following closely behind. They wandered through the corridors, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling school environment. From the training grounds to the classrooms, Ichiro marveled at the various facilities that the school had to offer.
As they continued their tour, Gojo took the opportunity to point out key areas of interest and provide insights into the history and significance of Tokyo Jujutsu High. Ichiro listened intently, soaking in every detail with a mixture of fascination and excitement.
By the time their tour came to an end, Ichiro felt a newfound sense of familiarity with his surroundings, ready to begin his training with renewed determination
As they toured around the school, they stumbled upon a familiar figure, a man sporting sunglasses with a panda companion by his side.
"Hey, Yaga Sensei!" Gojo greeted Yaga with his trademark playful demeanor, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Saturo, what are you doing here? Don't you have something better to do?" Yaga grumbled in response, his tone reflecting his usual no-nonsense attitude.
"Now, now, Yaga Sensei, there's a kid here, so shouldn't you be showing a smile instead of being grumpy?" Gojo countered, his playful banter flowing effortlessly.
As Gojo mentioned Ichiro, Yaga's attention shifted to the young boy standing behind him. "Hmm? Who is that?" Yaga's curiosity piqued as he finally noticed Ichiro's presence.
"This is Ichiro, Ichiro Fushiguro," Gojo introduced with a proud smile, gesturing towards Ichiro as if presenting him to Yaga.
"Hello, Yaga Sensei. Nice to meet you," Ichiro greeted politely, offering a respectful nod.
Yaga regarded Ichiro with a keen gaze, assessing the young student before him. yaga then returned the greeting. "Likewise, Ichiro. Welcome to Tokyo Jujutsu High."
Meanwhile, Gojo couldn't contain his excitement, bouncing on his feet behind Ichiro with childlike enthusiasm, his excitement palpable.
"By the way, this is Panda," Yaga introduced the panda companion to Ichiro with a nod.
"Hello, Ichiro-san," Panda greeted Ichiro warmly, his voice surprisingly gentle for such a large creature.
"Hello, Panda. Nice to meet you," Ichiro replied with a genuine smile, feeling a mix of excitement and disbelief at meeting one of his favorite characters in real life.
'Wow, I'm seeing Panda now. This is the best! All the otakus in my past life would die just to meet these characters in real life. Now that I get the chance, I'll enjoy this to the fullest,' Ichiro thought to himself, barely containing his excitement.
"So, what brings you here, Ichiro?" Yaga's question brought Ichiro back to the present, his curiosity evident as he awaited Ichiro's response.
"Well, the thing is, I asked Gojo Sensei to train me, so he brought me here," Ichiro explained, his determination shining through in his voice.
"I see. In that case, why don't you and Panda train together?" Yaga suggested, a hint of amusement in his tone as he observed Ichiro's reaction.
'Huh, how did it come to that? I just came here to train, so how did it all end up with me sparring Panda?' Ichiro wondered inwardly, slightly taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.
"Oh, that's a great idea. Why don't you give it a try, Ichiro? It's a good way for me to assess your level," Gojo added, his tone encouraging.
In a resigned tone, Ichiro agreed, though a part of him couldn't help but feel disappointed. 'Although I don't mind, but I really want to try fighting Gojo. Sigh, but it can't be helped. I guess I'll just hold it in.'
"Alright, so where do we fight?" Ichiro inquired, eager to begin the training session with Panda."
Yaga then led the way through the hallway, Gojo trailing behind with an air of excitement. As they reached the training ground, Yaga turned to address Ichiro.
"Alright, before we start, Ichiro, are you fully prepared?" Yaga's voice held a hint of seriousness, indicating the importance of the upcoming training session.
Ichiro nodded in response and reached for his weapon, the Solid Strike Cleaver, which was wrapped in a piece of white cloth. With careful precision, he unwrapped it, revealing a thick katana-like blade with a red tassel dangling from its handle.
"That's a powerful cursed weapon, Ichiro. Judging from the amount of cursed energy it emits, its level is around special grade," Yaga observed, his eyes scanning the blade with interest.
"Well, this is a gift from my father," Ichiro explained with a proud smile, his expression tinged with nostalgia. However, his smile quickly faded, replaced by a determined grin.
"Now then, shall we start?" Ichiro's voice held an edge of anticipation as he readied himself for the training ahead.
Yaga nodded in approval, acknowledging Ichiro's readiness. "Very well. Let's begin," he replied, his tone firm as he prepared to oversee the training session between Ichiro and Panda.
With a sense of purpose, Ichiro took his stance, the weight of his weapon resting comfortably in his grip. As he awaited Yaga's signal to begin, a surge of excitement coursed through him, fueling his determination to prove himself in this new challenge.
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