This system... sure knows how to mess with people.
First of all, the third option is ruled out. Kikufuku? He just ate one, and it was far too sweet. Besides, he already had power — why would he need to spout useless lines like that?
Tsunade's original black stockings were certainly... tempting.
But who could resist the power of the Eight Gates Formation — the very technique that nearly kicked Madara Uchiha to death in the Fourth Great Ninja War?
Arata Renji had already made up his mind.
Huh? There's a long-term mission now?
Akatsuki?
He was all too familiar with that! The most iconic organization in the Naruto world — mysterious, deadly, and cool as hell.
Just standing there in the black cloak with red clouds was enough to crush anyone's spirit.
And the reward? Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan!
Looks like after entering Jujutsu High, he'd have to slowly recruit... poach some people...
Would Gojo Satoru lose his mind if he knew someone was secretly trying to poach students?
Or... should he try to poach Gojo himself?
Arata shook his head. First, the Eight Gates. The rest can wait.
"Let's go in, Gojo-sensei."
Under the pale moonlight.
The one who fainted was Itadori Yuji — but the one who awoke was Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses from a thousand years ago.
With a single flick of his finger, Sukuna shredded the cursed spirit's arm into minced flesh.
Black markings crept along his face and arms.
"The finger... give it back... it's mine."
The monstrous cursed spirit charged, driven mad by hunger for the finger inside Sukuna.
"Tch. Noisy thing."
Sukuna raised a clawed hand, lazily slashing the air.
Shrrraaak!
The monster's massive body was instantly ripped apart, purple-black ichor spraying like rain across the walls.
One casual swing — and the grade-1 curse that had driven Fushiguro Megumi to desperation was reduced to chunks of meat.
"Kahahahahahahahaha!"
"The moonlight feels so much better with your own eyes!"
Sukuna tore away his tattered shirt, laughing madly up at the night sky, letting the moonlight gleam against his fanged grin.
Brushing back his hair with all four arms, he spread them wide.
"Well now... so this is the world a thousand years later? So many delicious scents... I can't wait."
Ryomen Sukuna.
The Demon with Two Faces and Four Arms.
The undisputed King of Curses.
A millennium ago — when the golden age of jujutsu flourished — countless sorcerers fought him and fell, their bones crushed beneath his heel.
And now... the worst possible nightmare had returned to life.
Fushiguro Megumi gritted his teeth, glancing at Itadori's transformed body.
Sukuna's smaller eyes flickered toward him.
"Well now... you're next."
He slowly raised a clawed hand — but suddenly—
Slap!
Yuji's voice barked out in fury:
"Oi! What the hell are you doing?! This is my body!!"
"Hah? You... you're still conscious? Damn brat. Couldn't you have waited? I was enjoying the moonlight…"
Sukuna's voice growled inside his mind as the curse energy faded away.
The black marks receded.
Yuji blinked and staggered.
"Oi, Fushiguro — what's going on?"
Fushiguro half-crouched, his shadow technique at the ready.
"Sorry... but by jujutsu law, I have to kill you..."
Before either could move—
"Let's see what we've got here, shall we?"
Two new figures appeared — Arata Renji and Gojo Satoru.
Fushiguro's eyes lit up in relief.
"Gojo-sensei! You're finally here!"
Gojo tilted his head.
"Hmm? And who's this next to you?"
He gestured to Arata.
"Ta-dah! Arata Renji — my new first-year genius! Handsome, isn't he? Like me!"
Arata smiled at Fushiguro.
Just like I remember — black spiky hair, sharp eyes, serious face — but a soft heart.
A future Akatsuki candidate... he'd need to leave a good impression.
Gojo turned to Yuji, eyes playful.
"So... where's that special-grade finger?"
Yuji scratched his cheek.
"Uh... I ate it."
After Fushiguro's explanation, Gojo showed no panic — only excitement.
"So, Fushiguro. Should we kill him?"
Fushiguro hesitated.
"I... don't want him to die."
Gojo glanced at Arata.
"What about you, Arata-kun?"
"Nope," Arata said after pretending to think. "But... can I fight Sukuna? Consider it a little entrance exam?"
The silence was deafening.
"Impossible!" Fushiguro barked. "Even weakened, Sukuna is special grade! Are you insane?!"
Gojo chuckled darkly.
"You could die, you know. Are you sure, Arata-kun?"
Arata grinned, warming up his shoulders.
"Aren't you here, sensei? You'll save me if something goes wrong."
"Haha! I like this guy!" Gojo clapped. "Ten moves. Survive ten moves against Sukuna and you pass."
"What?!" Fushiguro nearly choked.
"This is madness! He's just a first-year! Are you trying to get him killed?!"
Gojo shrugged.
"I'm right here. He'll be fine."
Truthfully, Gojo was curious. What kind of technique made Arata this confident?
But ten moves... no way. He'd be ready to save him instantly.
Arata smiled.
"Yuji... let Sukuna out. Let him greet his guest."
His Sharingan spun to life — the black pupils turning scarlet, three tomoe lazily rotating.
With Kamui's Hollow State always passive... no harm could touch him.
He wouldn't even need to dodge.
Yuji sighed, lowered his head.
A moment later — the air burned with cursed energy.
Black lines slithered along his face. The extra eyes opened.
"Keh... Sorcerers this arrogant even after a thousand years?"
Sukuna sneered.
Gojo smirked.
"Ohh no... Sukuna's mad now... scary scary..."
Fushiguro's face was grim.
Sukuna cracked his neck, then vanished — appearing right before Arata, claws flashing toward his heart!
Fushiguro tensed.
Dodge! Damn it, dodge!!
Even Gojo prepared to intercept.
But then—
Sukuna's claws passed straight through.
"...Nani?"
Sukuna's eyes widened.
His claws — they phased through Arata's body like mist.
Fushiguro gasped.
What?! Directly through?! How?!
No curse energy. No barrier technique.
It was like... his body wasn't real.
Gojo's expression shifted. He pulled his blindfold down halfway, revealing one blue Six Eyes.
The distortion — that flicker of space — it was from Arata's eyes.
The Sharingan.
Not simple illusion... but real-space manipulation.
Even Gojo felt a faint chill. His Six Eyes twitched — the first time they had sensed danger.
A grin touched Gojo's lips.
"Amazing... What a monster I've picked up."
The air cracked. Sukuna launched a barrage — claws, fists, cursed slashes splitting the earth.
But they all passed through Arata harmlessly.
Arata folded his arms, mocking.
"Hey, King of Curses... you ever seen a crow riding an airplane?"
Sukuna growled.
His pride burned.
This brat… mocking me?!
But... no matter what, he couldn't touch him!
Space technique?
No... something stranger.
"You can't attack? Only defend? Or are you bluffing?! Afraid to hit back, little sorcerer?!" Sukuna taunted.
Arata smirked.
"You sure about that?"
His left Sharingan spun faster — the kaleidoscope pattern blooming.
His gaze locked on Sukuna's head.