Chương 7: Blunder
Imagine this turns into a full-on alternative branch of what would've happened if Naohrio smashed Kenjaku.
chat it's no longer lobotomy?!
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"Naohiro are you still listening? I saw that gorilla having sex with that fatso!"
Gojo was mumbling nonsense relentlessly as I dragged him back to Jujutsu High, trying to decipher his discombobulated form of speech.
"Uh huh, could you tell me who that fatso was." I inquired, but he continued speaking, completely immersed in his own world, his eyes entranced.
'God, I feel like a babysitter.' A bleak expression painted my face as considered leaving Gojo at an orphanage.
Though I shook my head of such thoughts, 'He'd probably prefer that...' I shivered upon thinking about what he would do.
Many questions remained unanswered, Gojo's transformation to his super senior form, the unknown character Jax, concepts such as glazing, and Mahoraga's sudden change in form.
Gojo continued blabbering endlessly about something being loud and massive till we were suddenly interrupted.
"Kenjaku..." I immediately noticed the presence that drew near.
He was in the form of a woman I don't recognize, probably a replacement for Kaori.
"Hello Naohiro, it's been a while." She approached, wearing a bright smile.
"It's been like two days." I rolled my eyes.
She crossed her arms in disapproval, "I've been wondering what we'd name our children."
"Eh?" I paused at her statement.
Children?
She's not pregnant.
"Explain." I glanced towards her, malice suddenly radiated from my body as bullets of sweat formed at her forehead.
"H-Haha, you do know I'm just another clone right?" She grinned, though her expression betrayed her mask of confidence.
"You remember what happened last time right?" I dropped Gojo's leg which I'd been dragging and cracked my knuckles.
"I do remember, though you may not realize it, it's greatly benefitted me." She continued, her expression flustering for a moment.
"Just get to the point," I demanded straightforwardly, not interested in her games.
She merely chuckled at my wariness, as if I hadn't pinned her down repeatedly in the past.
"Have you heard of death paintings?" Her face growing more maniacal by the second.
A lump grew in my throat at the realization of her plan.
Shit...
It's possible they could inherit my cursed technique.
"How the hell could you have made death paintings? Didn't you get Gojo'd back in Jujutsu high?" I raised my eyebrow skeptically.
"You could say I had a little help." She pursed her lips, she appeared to not appreciate my comment.
'Help? Mahito must've helped her alter the fetus to better form a vessel.' I clicked my tongue at the thought.
"So what are you here for? Flexing? Or do you want me to pay for child support?" I looked down at her to which she sneered towards me.
"You're such a brute, you have no sense of dignity." She spoke with a bitter tone.
My hand suddenly wrapped around her neck, causing her to violently choke as her throat strained under my grasp.
"What do you want?" I glared at her, her eyes growing hazy from my grip.
I promptly released her, landing on her butt she coughed roughly, her expression filled with anger and resentment.
She spat towards me, which I dodged and landed onto Gojo's infinity.
"Eugh." He gagged at the sudden interruption of his thoughts.
"You really are stupid!" She hollered out, laughing gleefully.
Tch, what a pain in the ass.
"Imagine such an event, two of the so-called strongest being on vacation from the Jujutsu world. It only takes a moment. Have you checked on your brother recently?" Her grin widened at her last words.
It's only been a few hours since I left the Zenin compound.
What?
Something is off.
PSCHK!
Kenjaku's head exploded as I leaped from my position at full speed, slinging Gojo over my shoulder as I ran at breakneck speeds towards the Zenin compound.
'Shit! I let my guard down with Kenjaku, that scheming bastard.' I cursed at my indecisiveness.
Quickly reaching my destination, I encountered a wasteland.
"What the fuck..." I uttered upon laying eyes at the scenery.
It was a hell-torn space, with debris scattered everywhere, collapsed buildings, fires ablaze, and numerous craters. Hundreds of corpses lay tattered on the ground as they appeared to have been burnt to a crisp, or were disfigured lumps of flesh.
I threw Gojo away and expanded my senses and cursed energy outwards, hoping for any signs of life.
...
Shit.
There was no one there.
Why?
What the fuck is Kenjaku planning?
I recognized several bodies, including that of Naobito's.
However, I didn't spot Naoya's or Megumi's body.
Several questions blitzed through my head as I put the pieces together.
Is she trying to possess one of them?
Or she could be trying to produce a massive army with my sperm...
How the hell did she get my sperm in the first place? We were in Jujutsu High, Tengen should've... Right...
One mistake after another, each of which Kenjaku took advantage of, and I thought we were going somewhere.
I clicked my tongue.
"GOJO! WAKE UP!" I shouted at the levitating Gojo who looked like he was experiencing post-nut clarity.
"Throughout Heaven And Earth, I Alone Am The Honored One..."
'God damn it, Gojo is useless right now.' I shook my head, maybe he'll help in direct conflict.
I'm alone in this fight.
I felt my breathing become unsteady as I felt anger bubbling forward at the bullshit situation I've been thrown into.
Calm down.
I need to paint the general picture of what I'm against, and what I can do about it.
Kenjaku is making Death Paintings with my sperm with the help of Mahito.
Naoya and Megumi are gone.
They're gone.
Why doesn't anyone know?
How fast was this attack?
I immediately grabbed my phone and dialed a number.
Ring ring ring...
Beep!
"Naohiro?" A familiar voice came out of my phone.
"Shoko, have you heard what happened with the Zenin clan?" I quickly asked her.
"No..? Where the hell have you disappeared to again?" Her voice sounded hoarse as it echoed her concern.
"Sorry about that, but something terrible has just happened, almost forgot! Can you fix Gojo?" I asked, praying that Gojo's condition could be fixed by normal means.
"Has he not been taking his depressants?" Her tone shifted to that of irritation.
'How long has Gojo been like this?' My thoughts were cloudy as I tried to comprehend the sudden changes in the world.
There's still no possible explanation for Mahoraga though.
Along with the fact that the Zenin compound was wiped out in an instant.
"Hello?" I was broken out of my thoughts by Shoko's voice.
"The Zenin clan has been destroyed, and I believe Kenjaku has kidnapped Naoya and Megumi." I dropped the bomb on her.
"Eh?" Her voice turned to that of confusion as I immediately hung up the phone.
I have to locate Kenjaku before he starts his plans.
"It's loud! It's loud isn't it!" I heard Gojo's voice behind me among the wreckage.
I sighed, grabbing the bridge of my nose, "Hey, did you know Kenjaku's main body is a freshman? That's the only game I'll allow you to play."
"F-F-F-Freshman?! Did I hear you right?!" He suddenly appeared in my face with widened eyes.
"Uh, yeah, the first one to find her gets to-
I was interrupted as Gojo suddenly vanished from sight, though I could sense him teleporting a large distance away repeatedly.
"I guess that works." I shrugged, I can track him on his phone so I can worry about that later.
"Please tell me it's still here..." I scanned the surroundings and found the entrance that led to the basement of the Zenin clan, where many weapons were stored.
Crreaak!
The steel doors were pried wide open by my hands.
I stepped down the numerous steps and found myself in the weapons room, where there'd normally be our stash of cursed tools.
Most of the cursed tools were missing, though there were fortunately some I hid.
"Hehehe..." I giggled happily as I dug up a certain homeless man's weapons.
'Good thing I hid these away from the cursed tools that were on display, not exactly a safe way to store them but whatever works.' I wiped the dirt off the large knife.
I grabbed the Split Soul Katana and the Inverted Spear of Heaven, I left the Chain of a Thousand Miles behind because I had no clue how to use a weapon like that, and Playful Cloud won't be useful when I can use my fists.
Using my pseudo-tracking, I managed to trace Kenjaku's trail from the chaos that was the Zenin compound.
"I'm not a huge fan of the cloning trope, but I'll adapt." I grinned as I ascended the stairways, the sun beaming down my dirtied figure.
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