The post-war wind on the Osaka plains had not yet dissipated, carrying the scent of gunpowder and lingering Cursed Energy, as Rin's figure appeared at the school gate where Fushiguro was executing a mission, following Gojo Satoru's Cursed Technique teleportation.
The moonlight was like a wash, shining obliquely on the quaint school buildings, casting mottled tree shadows.
In the campus that should have been quiet, a restless wave of Cursed Energy permeated the air; suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the roof of the distant teaching building, flames soared into the sky, and gravel and black Cursed Energy mist splashed in all directions.
"Oh my, it seems we arrived just in time; it looks like something interesting has happened."
Gojo Satoru watched the flames bursting from the roof.
His tone remained frivolous, but his footsteps unconsciously quickened a few paces.
Rin followed behind him, his Crimson Sharingan spinning slightly, the flames from the roof reflected in his pupils.
He had long since captured the anomaly coming from the rooftop; a wave of energy, mixed with a teenager's pure life force and ancient evil Cursed Energy, was rising rapidly.
The evil Cursed Energy within it was both familiar and strange, faintly echoing like a resonance with the lingering will of Sukuna within his own body; it was clearly coming from another Sukuna's Finger.
"Let's go." Gojo Satoru chuckled, raised his hand to embrace Rin's shoulder, and the moment his Cursed Technique was activated, the two of them had already teleported to the roof of the teaching building.
The scene on the rooftop instantly came into view; gravel was scattered everywhere, and the ground was scorched with black marks eroded by Cursed Energy.
Fushiguro Megumi was kneeling on one knee, his hands forming the complex hand signs of the Ten Shadows Technique, and black shadows spread behind him like a beast ready to pounce, locked tightly onto the teenager in the center of the rooftop.
The teenager was bare-chested, revealing well-defined muscles; his short pink hair was somewhat messy, and his face was stained with a bit of dust. He was looking at Fushiguro in front of him with a dazed expression, his brows tightly locked, seemingly completely unable to understand the current situation:
"Fushiguro, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly attack me? What was that explosion just now?"
Rin's gaze fell on the teenager, his Crimson Sharingan narrowing slightly, and a trance-like feeling welled up in his heart; he recognized this teenager, the protagonist of jujutsu kaisen, Itadori Yuji.
He didn't expect time to have passed so quickly; in the blink of an eye, it had already reached the opening point of the anime, and the plot had officially begun.
Fushiguro Megumi saw the suddenly appearing Gojo Satoru and Rin, a flash of surprise in his eyes, but his hand signs did not slacken in the slightest, his tone solemn:
"Teacher Gojo, Senior Rin, you're here. This is the person holding the special grade cursed object (Sukuna's Finger), but the situation is a bit strange."
"Strange?" Gojo Satoru examined Itadori with great interest, his Six Eyes scanning the Cursed Energy surging within the teenager's body:
"Oh my, indeed interesting. Sukuna's Finger is inside him, and the Cursed Energy has already spread, yet he hasn't been eroded at all, and his consciousness is still this clear?"
Rin stood on the side, silently observing Itadori. He could clearly feel that the Sukuna's Finger inside Itadori had been touched and activated, and the black Cursed Energy was flowing through his meridians like a tide, yet it was firmly suppressed by a pure and powerful life force within the teenager, without the slightest sign of losing control; this constitution simply defied the common sense of the Jujutsu World.
And Sukuna within Rin's body had also become restless at this moment, his lingering will churning in his mind, his tone carrying confusion and irritability:
"Hmph, inside this brat's body, there is another one of my fingers... Why? Why are the brats a thousand years later all so strange? Ordinary humans who touch my finger would have long been devoured by Cursed Energy and turned into walking corpses; how is it that he is completely fine?"
Sukuna's confusion was not without reason.
A thousand years ago, as a special grade cursed object, even just being near his finger could drive an ordinary Jujutsu Sorcerer into madness, yet the teenager before him had not only touched it but perhaps even taken the finger into his body, and yet he still maintained a clear self, without even a trace of Cursed Energy erosion.
"What exactly did you do to that finger?"
Fushiguro Megumi's voice broke the silence of the rooftop, shadows condensing into claw forms in front of him:
"A special grade cursed object is not something you can control; hand it over immediately!"
"Finger? What finger?"
Itadori Yuji was even more confused, subconsciously touching his own stomach:
"Uh, I ate it."
"For real?"
At this moment, even Gojo Satoru was somewhat stunned.
Before he could finish speaking, the Cursed Energy within Itadori suddenly fluctuated violently.
The Sukuna's Finger that had been taken into his body seemed to be stimulated by the conflict of Cursed Energy on the rooftop and began to madly release Cursed Energy, black markings rapidly spreading along Itadori's neck, attempting to seize control of his body.
"Not good!" Fushiguro Megumi's expression changed, and he immediately activated the Ten Shadows Technique.
"He is about to be devoured by the Cursed Energy!"
Gojo Satoru, however, raised his hand to stop him, his Six Eyes staring intently at the changes in Cursed Energy within Itadori, a playful smile curling the corners of his lips:
"Don't rush, let's watch a bit more. This little guy is much more impressive than we imagined."
Rin's Sharingan was also locked onto Itadori; he could see the life force within the teenager burning like a flame, colliding intensely with Sukuna's Cursed Energy, yet it never yielded.
Itadori's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, gritting his teeth, his hands pressing tightly against his abdomen, seemingly resisting something by force of will.
"Damn it... this thing is so disgusting..."
Itadori let out a low growl, and a pure physical force erupted from his body, actually forcing the restless Cursed Energy within him down, and the black markings began to slowly fade away.
"To actually... suppress Sukuna's Cursed Energy with just physical strength and willpower?"
Fushiguro Megumi's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
He had learned Jujutsu since he was a child and knew well the terror of Sukuna's Cursed Energy; even a Special Grade Sorcerer would need the help of a Cursed Technique to contend with it, yet this ordinary teenager before him had actually done it?
Sukuna within Rin's body snorted coldly, his tone carrying a hint of imperceptible wariness:
"The physical strength is not bad, and the willpower is stubborn enough... What kind of monsters have appeared in this era?"
Gojo Satoru laughed out loud and clapped his hands:
"Awesome! This is truly a genius vessel that only appears once in a thousand years! Fushiguro-kun, your mission this time is truly an unexpected harvest."
The wind on the rooftop still carried the burnt smell after the explosion; Gojo Satoru squatted in front of Itadori, his smile as bright as a child's, his tone straightforward and curious:
"Can you switch with Sukuna? That is, the curse you ate."
Itadori Yuji was stunned, scratched his messy orange hair, his face still carrying lingering confusion; he thought seriously for a few seconds, then nodded as if he had suddenly realized:
"Oh~~ yeah, I think I can."
He couldn't explain why either, but he could vaguely feel that behind that disgusting Cursed Energy in his body, there was another completely different consciousness hidden, as if as long as he was willing, he could temporarily hand over control of his body.
"Great!"
Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up, stretched his wrists and ankles, and began to warm up on the spot, his movements as light as if he were going to participate in a sports meet:
"Then, let's make it ten seconds! You switch back after ten seconds, no problem, right?"
Itadori looked at his enthusiastic appearance, then glanced at Fushiguro who was still on guard nearby, and Rin who was expressionless in the distance, a hesitant look appearing on his face:
"Ten seconds? But... that guy looks very dangerous."
He could vaguely feel the violence of Sukuna within him, fearing that after he switched over, he would do something terrible.
"Don't worry, don't worry~~"
Gojo Satoru waved his hand, his tone carrying absolute confidence, and raised his hand to pat his own chest:
"I am invincible!"
His words were frivolous, yet they carried a sense of confidence that no one could question.
Fushiguro Megumi frowned but did not refute; he knew Gojo Satoru's strength well, and the so-called "invincible" was not an exaggeration.
And Rin just silently stepped back a few paces, walked to the edge of the rooftop, and stood quietly leaning against the railing.
His Crimson Sharingan spun slightly, his gaze falling on Itadori, without the slightest intention of intervening, as if he were enjoying a performance whose ending had already been foreseen.
Sukuna within his body had also quieted down at this moment, his lingering will condensing in his mind, seemingly looking forward to a brief confrontation with another "himself."
Seeing Gojo Satoru so certain, Itadori took a deep breath and nodded:
"Alright, then I'll try."