JJK Chapter 2

A/N: A rather simple chapter with some banter. Not many people responded to the previous chapter. So I'll do a poll. If enough people vote for it, I'll continue. Else I will not continue

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"Now, this is surprising. You actually have special grade level cursed energy. Tell me, where have you been hiding all this time?" Gojo asked.

"I ain't hiding nowhere. What the hell is cursed energy, anyway? Is it related to those ugly things that black-haired dude called cursed spirits?" I step back a bit from Gojo—dude has no sense of personal space.

"What in the world?" Megumi muttered, staring at me. "Gojo-sensei, this guy didn’t have cursed energy a few minutes ago."

Gojo looked genuinely shocked. "For real?"

Megumi nodded. "Real. Real."

"Then tell me, how did you obtain cursed energy when you didn’t have it before?" Gojo asked, amusement clear on his face as he cupped his chin.

I shrugged. "Look, I don't know anything. I couldn't even see these things a few hours ago. I just managed to do some crazy stuff somehow. I watched a cursed spirit heal, and then I could suddenly heal myself."

Gojo tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Do you really know nothing?"

"Yes," I replied, a bit sharper than I intended.

"A lie," Gojo declared.

Well, fuck.

A wave of pure malice hit me like a truck, my chest tightened.  I froze, realizing just how easy it would be for him to end me right now. Then Gojo smiled. Goddamn lunatic. "Tell me the truth."

I’m so pissing on his grave when he turns to Go-Jo.

"Alright," I raised my hands in defeat. "I can obtain abilities by watching people do crazy shit. Well, not always. Sometimes I just get a sense of it. But most often, I need to see something wild happen."

Gojo raised an eyebrow. "For real?"

I gave him a quick nod. "Real."

He grinned, seemingly satisfied. "No lies this time. Good."

Ass.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Yuji, who just had a blank expression on his face. Poor guy had been ignored for a while, still pointing at himself like an idiot.

Megumi chimed in, "That explains a lot. What abilities have you gotten so far?"

I stared at him for a long moment before finally asking, "Do you have hair on your ass?"

Megumi blinked a few times, his face going blank before he realized. "Sorry, that was a bit too personal."

Gojo grabbed my shoulders with a grin. "You should join Tokyo Jujutsu High!"

"Uh...okay."

He raised an eyebrow. "Well, that was quick."

I just shrugged. No point explaining. Better to keep quiet around him—he can catch me lying anyway.

"Now," Gojo turned to Megumi. "Where’s the finger?"

"Well..." Yuji drawled, "I ate it."

He gave a weak laugh as he said that.

"Now isn’t this a fun day! How are you even alive?" Gojo asked.

"I was supposed to die?" Yuji asked, confused.

"Yes. And if you’re still you, that means you haven’t fully transformed into the thing you consumed. Meaning, I should be standing face to face with Sukuna Ryomen, not you."

"Well, there was this guy controlling my body like a puppet. But I took back control," Yuji explained.

"So you can switch?"

"I guess?"

Gojo started stretching, and just like in an anime, Yuji handed control over to Sukuna, and Gojo began the beatdown. I made sure to stand beside Megumi, a bit behind him.

At first, it was just some hand-to-hand combat. But then, Gojo clasped his hands and teleported.

[You have witnessed Satoru Gojo teleport. Skill [Teleportation] obtained.]

[Teleportation: Clasping your hands allows you to teleport to a location that you can sense, whether by knowing the exact coordinates, sensing cursed energy, vision, or another form of perception.]

Sick.

The fight continued for just a few more seconds before Yuji took back control. But before that happened, Sukuna used his last moments to glance at me.

Fuck.

I just realized I probably shouldn't have explained my abilities in front of the main villain of the world.

Instead of going after Megumi, he's gonna come for me, isn't he?

I stole a quick glance at Megumi. Brother, please summon Mahoraga soon. I need to adapt quickly. I can't have my body taken over, after all.

Things proceeded like in the anime, I think... because Gojo knocked me out, just like he did with Yuji. When I woke up, though, I was in a bed, not bound somewhere.

I looked up at the wooden ceiling, inhaling the scent of burning incense, and sat up.

Yaga was sitting in a chair not far from me. I glanced around—it was the same room from the anime where Yuji took his "entrance exam."

"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Yaga said.

"Don’t you already know?" I asked.

"Are you an idol?"

"No..."

"Then I don’t know you. Hurry up," he replied, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

I gave a slight bow. "My name is Daiki Katsu. I'm 15. Nice to meet you."

"I heard you only got cursed energy the other day, and you encountered a cursed spirit. What are your thoughts about this world you had no idea existed?" Yaga asked. Looks like it's pretty much the same as Yuji's entrance exam.

"It’s a dangerous world, but I guess I'll figure it out."

"You guess? That’s a flimsy statement. In this line of work, you must be prepared to die. Are you prepared to die?"

I chuckled at that. "I don’t know if you heard, but I was in a death match with a cursed spirit before I even gained cursed energy. Death isn’t something I’m worried about."

"But when you do face death, who will you blame?"

"No one, really. When I was about to die at the hands of that cursed spirit, no one came to mind. I was just trying to survive. Besides, I’m not the type to blame others for the problems I’ve created for myself. How I live is my choice, and how I die will be the result of those choices. I’ll blame no one."

Yaga stared at me in silence for a moment before nodding. "Very well. You’re accepted."

"Thanks," I said, looking around uncertainly. "So, what do I do now?"

"You can leave. Also, keep in mind not to reveal your abilities to others. You could die."

Bitch, I only revealed them because the white-haired psycho threatened me with malice that practically promised death if I lied.

"I won't be doing that again. It was just that the blindfolded idiot threatened me. I didn't think I could handle offending him."

"He is an idiot, I'll agree."

I glanced around cautiously and whispered, "Say... don’t you have some embarrassing stories about that guy? Something I could cough use to cough threaten him with?"

A smile crept onto Yaga's face as if he’d just remembered something. "Well, I do know a few things. But remember, never mention them in front of him."

Looks like Yaga and I will bond very well over our mutual dislike of Satoru Gojo.