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Looking at the gigantic school that resembled a sanctuary in the middle of the mountains, Itadori couldn't help but marvel.

Seeing it on an anime screen could never compare to seeing the place in person.

Being there, seeing the real Jujutsu school in front of him, made him understand that it was indeed real.

But it was still a surreal sight to his eyes.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, but you'll have an interview with the school's principal," Gojo, who was walking beside him, suddenly said, catching Yuji's attention. "And if you fail, you won't be able to transfer, so do your best."

Raising his thumb to encourage him, Gojo flashed a small smile as he continued on the path.

"I think this shouldn't be information left for the last minute!"

Seeing the sorcerer smile, Itadori couldn't help but think about him.

Gojo was... strange, to say the least. Itadori didn't know him well enough to describe him accurately, but he could say that the man was certainly a good person. Of course, he knew his personality from the anime, but watching someone and knowing them in person were completely different things.

It was a pity to know what his fate should be in that world.

"Aside from your strength, you're pathetic!"

Itadori, surprised when a new voice suddenly emerged, felt something strange on his cheek, his fingers moving to find a slit resembling a mouth.

And he immediately realized who had interrupted the conversation.

"Hey, you weirdo! Get out of my face!"

Hitting the mouth with a slap, it seemed to disappear.

Sukuna was still a mystery to Itadori. The most powerful curse had not yet tried to contact him, and this was the first time he had any form of interaction.

He feared that Sukuna had access to his thoughts and memories, but if that were the case, Itadori believed he would at least make some comment about it.

But for now, it was as if the two, despite Sukuna being imprisoned in his body, were separated in different rooms.

"Sorry about that, it's the first time he's manifested like this."

Feeling his hand tingle and a strange sensation course through his body, he concluded that it could only be a small amount of cursed energy flowing through him.

And seeing how Sukuna's mouth seemed to form on his hand, he should be right.

"If you-"

But as Sukuna seemed to want to say something, Itadori just slapped his mouth again, making him disappear.

Even being unable to manifest outside, it seemed that Itadori could still contain him without many problems.

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Perhaps in the future, he could use cursed energy from his own body to prevent any form of manifestation, but until then, slaps should suffice.

"You seem to be handling Sukuna well," Gojo commented while looking at Itadori with interest.

Scratching his chin, Yuji sighed in dismay. "Well, he didn't make much difference until a few minutes ago. Maybe the biggest nuisance is that because of him, I'm now destined to be executed... By the way, was this guy really strong?"

Gojo nodded. "The double-faced specter is a fierce god imagined to have four arms and two heads, but in fact, he was a human who lived about a thousand years ago.

When magic was at its peak, shamans gave their all to defeat him but failed. He made a name for himself and eventually died. But even after death, the shamans were unable to eradicate his body, covered in cadaveric wax, which came to our world in the form of cursed objects. He is strong, and undoubtedly, the king of curses."

Finally reaching the school premises, the two continued to the entrance.

"At his peak, would you be able to win?"

While Itadori knew the outcome, he wanted to hear Gojo's opinion.

"It would be a little complicated, but I would win." Saying those words confidently, Gojo opened the door for Itadori to pass through.

"Late again, Satoru! Eight minutes late!"

Sitting on the floor, the principal of the Jujutsu school seemed focused on sewing a strange doll, numerous odd stuffed animals around him.

'Damn, this is even more ridiculous in person.'

"It's a habit I can't criticize, but I can ask you to correct."

"If you can't, then don't criticize." Sighing, Gojo motioned for Itadori to continue. "In the end, you spent this time making dolls."

Finally finishing sewing the doll in his hands, Yaga raised it to look at it more closely. "And the boy?"

"..."

Perceiving this as a cue to introduce himself, Itadori stepped forward and bowed almost automatically, a greeting ingrained in his body, even though Itadori in his former life wasn't Japanese.

"My name is Yuji Itadori, I'll be in your care."

Yaga didn't seem impressed with anything about Yuji, his expression hardening as he seemed about to start the test.

"Why did you come here?"

Itadori froze for a moment, clearly thoughtful about the question.

He had already thought about this question.

Why exactly was he there?

He could just stay hidden, try to escape all this mess, or even let Sukuna act freely.

But he had chosen to follow the original path.

Why exactly?

Yuji had asked himself that a few times on the way to the school, and in the end, he always came to the same answer.

A simple answer, but it was sincere.

"Because I don't want to die."

Yuji, above all, was still a normal person in both lives. He feared death like anyone else, and after getting a second chance, the last thing he wanted was to waste it by dying.

He wouldn't allow it at all.

"Is that it?" Yaga, who listened to that answer with little interest, raised his hand to make room for a large doll that appeared beside him. "Develop that answer, and do it while facing this cursed body."

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With the doll exploding towards his opponent, Itadori immediately raised his defense to block a punch.

"Oh, and her name is Cassie."

Boom!

Being thrown away by the force of the punch, Yuji gritted his teeth as he got up.

"You don't want to die, you say? Many people don't want to die in this world. Becoming a sorcerer will only make that goal more difficult. Maybe the best option is just to accept execution."

Jumping away to escape an attack, Itadori went into a guard stance as his brow furrowed with Yaga's words.

"I know that not wanting to die is not a noble goal."

Hitting the doll with a punch, his eyes widened when the cursed body ricocheted off the wall and hit him directly in the stomach, his body flying backward until it hit the wall.

"But it works for me at the moment!"

Spitting a little blood on the ground, he got up in time to roll to the side to escape a punch.

Even though fighting in his former life wasn't his interest, his wife had still made him take self-defense classes with her. With the memories of the former Yuji and his own, he was confident in holding his own in a fight.

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But still, fighting against a cursed body was something very difficult for him, who couldn't even use cursed energy.

Being hit by another punch, Itadori grabbed the doll and threw it away;

"If I have to gain strength to achieve this goal, then no matter how many bones I break in the process, I will do it!"

Seeing the doll exploding towards him, he jumped to escape at the last second.

"I want to be strong enough to choose how I will die."

Boom!

Receiving a precise punch on the chin, a furious Itadori turned to the doll and knocked it to the ground, hugging it with all his strength while biting its head.

"It was never my intention to get into this mess, but since I'm here, I will eat Sukuna's pieces, and I won't leave my fate in the hands of others."

Receiving a headbutt from the doll, veins bulged on Itadori's forehead, his grip tightening as he began to twist the doll violently.

Yaga, hearing that answer and seeing the determination in the boy, smiled with satisfaction.

"Satoru, show him the dormitory and then explain to him about security.

You passed. Welcome to the Jujutsu school."

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