Chương 13: Black Flash Prerequisites.
Read my notes, idiots. My MC used his cursed technique to forcibly move his body but he doesn't have RCT and thus after he switched, Yuji still had those injuries. So, he's in suspended animation.
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In the aftermath of the battle, a shadowy figure and a group of cursed spirits gathered in a dimly lit room. They had used Sukuna's finger to create the cursed womb, a dangerous and complex maneuver intended to gain intelligence on Sukuna's new vessel.
As the figure observed the aftermath with a scowl, his single eye glared with frustration. The use of the finger had not yielded the results they had hoped for, and he was angered by what he perceived as a waste.
The man, calm despite the curses' agitation, placated the single-eyed spirit with practiced ease. "Patience," he said, his voice smooth and controlled. "It was a necessary risk. We'll find other ways to achieve our goals." He then exited the room and walked into a nearby diner, where he calmly ordered a table for one, his demeanor unaffected by the earlier tensions.
Meanwhile, at Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo was deep in conversation with Kiyotaka Ijichi, their discussion serious and focused. Satoru's expression was one of grim determination as he voiced his suspicions. "I believe the higher-ups deliberately sent my students on this mission as a means to have Itadori killed while I was away. It's too convenient to be a coincidence."
Kiyotaka listened intently, his face reflecting concern. The implications of Satoru's theory were troubling, and the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on them both.
In another part of the facility, Jujutsu High's doctor, Shoko Ieiri, was preparing to conduct a thorough examination of Yuji. Her goal was to dissect Yuji to understand more about him and his connection to Sukuna. "...Oh, I left my lighter..."
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Amid these intense developments, Yuji found himself in a surreal and peaceful environment. He was in what resembled a classroom, though it was more ethereal than any place he had ever been. There, he encountered a figure who looked strikingly similar to him but wore a uniform with more buttons—a spectral twin of sorts.
The figure greeted Yuji with a casual tone. "Yo. So… you kinda died." Yuji, feeling a mix of confusion and resignation, sighed deeply. "Yeah… so I assume this is my... heaven?"
The figure shook his head with a smile. "No, nothing like that. For now, I'm here to train you mentally. We can't do anything physical here, but I'll teach you how to use cursed energy properly so you don't, you know, kick the bucket again."
Yuji's eyes lit up with renewed determination as he prepared himself for the training ahead. "Understood, thank you, ghost Sensei!" Yuji politely bowed. "I have a name, y'know...wait I don't... Ghost sensei isn't bad
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In the following scenes, Yuji is back in the classroom-like setting, repeating the cursed energy training. The similar figure was once again explaining the concept with a touch of impatience.
"So, mind running that by me again?" Yuji asked, his confusion evident as he tried to grasp the instructions. The figure, now exasperated, responded, "Jeez, you're dumb. Instead of covering yourself with cursed energy, you need to condense it all at one point at the moment of impact, then strike your opponent. Got it?"
Yuji scratched his head, looking uncertain. "...kind of? But just for good measure, once again!"
With a sigh, the figure started the lesson anew, clearly committed to ensuring Yuji fully understood the intricacies of cursed energy despite his apparent struggle.
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Yuji's grievous injuries had left him in a precarious state, one that defied simple recovery. For his own safety and the certainty of his condition, Satoru Gojo made the heart-wrenching decision to pronounce him dead, leaving the young sorcerer in a state of suspended animation.
Outside the school, in the crisp air that seemed too serene for the circumstances, Megumi and Nobara stood together, their expressions a mask of stoic resolve. Megumi broke the silence, his voice carrying a weight of solemn promise. "Yuji wanted us to live long lives. We have to honor that."
Nobara nodded, her face mostly impassive, but Megumi could catch the faintest tremor in her eyes. Despite their attempts to remain unaffected, it was clear that Yuji's death had cast a shadow over them.
Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Maki Zenin and a group of second-year students. Maki was flanked by Toge Inumaki, who communicated only through rice ball ingredients, and Panda, who was, quite literally, a panda walking upright on its two hind legs.
Maki greeted them with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, lowerclassmen! We heard about Yuji. Tough break, but we've got something that might help take your minds off it."
She extended an invitation to both Megumi and Nobara. "You're coming with us to the Kyoto Goodwill Event. It's a big competition between Tokyo Jujutsu High and our sister school in Kyoto. It's a chance to show what we're made of and push ourselves to new heights."
Megumi and Nobara exchanged a glance, the promise of the event a beacon of purpose amidst their grief. "We'll do it," Megumi said, his voice steady. "For Yuji."
Nobara, though visibly subdued, nodded in agreement. "We're going to get stronger, no matter what it takes."
"That's the spirit, guys, and nice to see you finally talk, Megumi, forgot you could do that." Panda said, trying his best to lighten the mood.
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