Warnings for this chapter: minor depictions of gore, minor depictions of mutilation, and a minor description of a severe injury.

When Megumi first saw Yūji, he saw a too cheerful and too pure for his age teenager who could strangely be mistaken as a girl if he wore a dress. Yūji was the type of person who would likely never be able to see curses with how happy his life was. Megumi couldn't shake the feeling that something was... off with the pink haired teenager though. He ignored it.

Then, Megumi met Yūji right after his grandfather died. He was much too cheerful for just losing a close family member and had been unnervingly calm when he explained curses and cursed energy. The off feeling got stronger, but Megumi didn't worry about it. Yūji didn't make him want to fight or run.

He became suspicious when Yūji didn't freak out after successfully controlling the strongest known curse in existence currently housed in his body. The estate also increased the suspicion, especially after Yūji still portrayed his much too cheerful self. The more he tried to figure out the teenager, the more Megumi could see how off Yūji was.

The little test Satoru had given Yūji and Nobara had made things a bit clearer. "That boy, Yūji... He's never been sane in his entire life. There aren't just a few screws loose in his head, he doesn't have any. He never did."

When Yūji came out of the abandoned building, laughing and talking with Nobara with a kid on his back, it was obvious that Satoru was right. The too wide smile, the overtly cheerful personality, the increasingly off feeling coming off of the pink haired teenager, but there was something else though. Something... darker... but it weirdly didn't make him scared or unnerved.

No... Darker wasn't the right word for it... Megumi knew it wasn't something he'd ever feel from anyone else. His suspicion eased a bit, especially when Nobara practically slammed a train into him when she revealed that Yūji was a girl. Now that was a shit show.

For the first time since Megumi briefly knew Yūji–for the first time in his life–he felt pure and utter terror course through his veins. Not only was that "dark" feeling coming off of the female in waves, her killing intent, her insanity, was more suffocating than the presence of the finger bearer that appeared next to them. It–it almost felt like–

"–what a God's anger would feel like..." Megumi takes in a shuddering breath, not realizing he wasn't breathing for a full minute. He stumbles backwards and almost collapses onto his knees.

"What–what–this isn't–" This wasn't Sukuna. No way in the fucking nine hells was this the King of Curses. Megumi could recognize Sukuna's absolute diabolical presence from just being around his finger. This was-this was something–someone else.

"I-Itadori... Wh–" Megumi's eyes snap open when the curse suddenly appears in front of him. His entire body freezes up as he stares at the hand reaching out for his face. Everything else happened in slow motion.

Dark purple blood spurts from the curse's shoulder. Yūji was suddenly in front of Megumi with a hand through her chest. The curse's arm was physically ripped off by Yūji's own hand–without any cursed energy.

"They are mine," Yūji hisses loudly before using Slaughter Demon to stab the curse in the chest. She tackles it to the ground and straddles its chest. It screeches loudly and reaches out its other arm, but Yūji slams the cursed tool into its head before it could even land a hit on her. Yūji lifts it back up again and slams it back down.

"Mine, mine, mine," Yūji repeats as she slams Slaughter Demon harder into the curse with each word. She pants heavily when the tool finally snaps in half from the force. Yūji stares down at the mutilated curse and growls loudly. She easily–as if it was paper–rips its head off as it starts to fade and slams the head into the ground, making a small crater, as well as squishing it into a pancake.

Yūji slides off the disintegrating curse and leans her head back. She takes in a deep breath, her eyes closed.

"Y-Yūji... Y-you..." Nobara couldn't speak, her face incredibly pale and her limbs shaking. Yūji opens her eyes after a moment before turning to look at Megumi.

"Fushiguro-san, are you alright? The curse didn't hurt you did it? Or you Nobara-kun? Do you have any injuries? I'm sorry for tackling you," Yūji lists off many questions, standing up as the arm still stuck in her chest slowly disintegrates.

Megumi stays frozen for a long moment, staring down at the curse. He snaps his head up and stares at the pink haired teenager's injury. He could see Nobara through the wound, and Yūji's lungs.

"We–" Megumi licks his lips before taking a the first step forward "–hospital. We need to get you to the hospital. Ijichi-san will be outside. We need–we have to hurry."

Yūji stares at him with wide eyes before glancing down at her the hole in her chest. She slowly nods her head before turning towards the corpse of Okazaki Tadashi. Megumi glances back at it before frowning. He glances down at his feet and sees his demon dog sitting obediently next to him.

"Kugisaki, help Itadori. I'll grab Okazaki," Megumi says before rushing over to the corpse and lifting it onto his shoulder. His demon dog follows Nobara and Yūji as they slowly walk towards the hallway across the one they came from.

"Yūji–Yūji-chan... It–how–it didn't hit your heart, did it?" Nobara stumbles over her words, glancing at Megumi. He shakes his head, making Nobara furrow her eyebrows.

"...no. And don't worry, Nobara-kun... this isn't even close to being able to kill me," Yūji reassures with a bright grin, blood starting to drip from her mouth.

Nobara glares at her before lightly slapping the back of her head. "You have a hole in your fucking chest, Yūji-chan! What the fuck do you mean–"

"As of 10:43 this morning, there are reported sightings of the heiress of Draconis being admitted to Tokyo Metropolitan Hiroo Hospital* with either a hole in her chest, or a wound to her chest."

Yūji continues typing away at the laptop she was given, humming an almost silent tune to herself. The news plays in the background, barely even being noticed by Yūji. One of Sukuna's fingers sat on the table next to her bed.

"Security has doubled and the doctors have been working diligently, but nothing else is known at this time. Itadori-sama is still in critical condition, but her head of security has stated that she is stable."

"You really are famous, slut. Your name's on every station right now. Even outside of Japan," Sukuna comments, slightly impressed. Yūji hums in acknowledgement, glancing up at the TV in her room. She smiles softly and goes back to her work. Nobara and Megumi were sleeping on the couch in the room, leaning against each other.

"Not really my own fame... not quite yet anyway. The Itadori Family is quite necessary for Japan to ever stay stable. And those who need to know, know it," Yūji answers as she resumes her humming. She winces slightly when she moves her left shoulder too far. The nurses were brutal here... she only wanted some decent food...

Yūji looks up when someone opens the door to her room. "Wake up my students! I brought souvenirs!"

Nobara and Megumi fall off of the couch at the sudden loud shout. Yūji stifles a laugh as Satoru holds up multiple bags.

"Gojo-sensei, you idiot! Yūji-chan doesn't have time for your antics!" Nobara exclaims in irritation, shoving Megumi off of her before standing up. Yūji giggles and quickly covers her mouth when the attention is brought to her.

"It's good to see that you're back, Gojo-sensei. How was the mission?" Yūji asks brightly, closing her laptop. Satoru smiles brightly and saunters over, pulling up a chair.

"Hospital food sucks, so I got nuomici* for you!" Satoru digs through one of the bags before pulling out a small white pastry box. Yūji smiles brightly and opens the box in her lap once it's handed to her.

"Gojo-sensei..." Nobara trails off in a warning. The pink haired teenager hums in delight and takes a huge bite out of the foreign pastry. Her eyes light up with stars and she claps her hands.

"It's so good! Thank you, Gojo-sensei!" She exclaims brightly before putting the rest of the pastry into her mouth. She messes with the box with the remaining nuomici before glancing at her classmates. Yūji averts her gaze with flushed cheeks when she sees their serious gazes pinned on her.

"...I apologize if I scared you. I... not many things can make me angry like that–"

"We aren't angry because of-because of that. We–" Nobara glances at Megumi "–you had a hole in your chest, Yūji-chan. You could see–I could–your lungs were showing. It–you–don't you even realize how close your were to dying?"

Yūji sighs softly and reaches for Nobara's hand. She gently rubs her thumb over her knuckles, idly inspecting the hand.

"It wouldn't have killed me. I promise it wouldn't have. Are you alright though? I didn't mean to break your ribs..." Yūji changes the subject to glance up at the ginger haired teenager.

Nobara huffs before turning her head with bright red ears. "'m fine, you idiot. Ieiri-sensei healed it all up... it was an accident too."

"Hey Yūji-chan... What exactly happened? The higher-ups have been clambering for answers to what happened during the mission. It's quite hilarious to watch!" Satoru asks brightly, making Yūji roll her eyes with a snort.

"They're clambering for answers about what happened on the mission they sent me to die on? Like hell they'll get the answer," Yūji sneers while crossing her arms. She leans back against the raised hospital bed with a scowl.

"Hmph. Tell them I let Sukuna out. I didn't, but it would shut those fools up," She adds before shoving a pastry into her mouth.

"Sending what's mine on that mission as collateral... I want to kill them all," Yūji growls in her mind as her scowl deepens.

"What's stopping you?" Sukuna asks with a sinister grin. Yūji sighs heavily and rubs her eyes. She relaxes her tense posture before giving her classmates and her teacher a smile.

"I'm sorry. It upset me greatly that they would deliberately send what's mi–deliberately send two–technically three–severely underqualified sorcerers as collateral for a failed attempt to make my death look like an accident." Yūji closes the pastry box and sets it on the table.

Satoru hums in amusement before getting up from the chair. "Don't worry, Yūji-chan! I'm here to get you out of this creepy place and begin your training! You only have two months after all!"

"Two... months? For what?" Yūji asks in confusion. Satoru pauses in his cheer before making a small noise. Megumi face palms with a sigh and Nobara gives their teacher a glare.

"You didn't even tell her about the Kyoto Goodwill Event?" Megumi eyes, opening his eyes to glare at the slightly nervous white haired man.

"Eh... it wasn't really the first thought I had... I was planning to tell her after I came back!" Satoru defends himself, straightening his posture at the statement. Nobara and Megumi continue to glare at him while Yūji glances between her them and their teacher.

"What's the Kyoto Goodwill Event? Is it a school thing?" Everyone turns to look at Yūji, making her flush under the attention. "It–it isn't a test is it? I hate tests..."

"It's an annual competition between our school and our sister school in Kyoto," Megumi explains calmly. Yūji feels a tingle on her cheek before Sukuna appears.

"This conversation is boring and all to listen to, but can you get to my finger? I'd much rather have it now," Sukuna states, interrupting the group. Yūji rolls her eyes and glances at her cheek in annoyance before grabbing the finger.

"Here. If it'll shut you up, now the important people are talking," Yūji shoves the finger into Sukuna's mouth.

"Itadori don't–"

Yūji releases a harsh breath from her mouth, gripping at her shirt over her heart. She takes in a deep breath and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"I should've made sure I had my migraine medicine before I did that," Yūji states calmly as Sukuna disappears.

"You–you idiot! Did you just–Yūji-chan!" Nobara shouts loudly before she grabs the collar of the other girl's shirt. Yūji squeaks in surprise before Nobara starts shaking her back and forth.

"I'll slam my hammer against your thick skull! Why are you being so reckless?! Sukuna could've appeared! You just–you owe me a second shopping trip for all of this worry!" Nobara continues to shout, making Yūji laugh nervously.

"We haven't even gone shopping for the first trip I owe you..." She points out weakly. Nobara growls before punching her head. Yūji yelps, grabbing her head as she looks up with wide eyes.

"That isn't the point, you pretty idiot!" Yūji laughs nervously again before glancing at a highly amused Satoru and a highly exasperated Megumi.

"Are we leaving now? I'll need to tell my security," She asks as Nobara continues shaking her by her shirt.

"Yep! The second years will be helping you all train! Well, it'll be a sort of test for you, Yūji-chan. Gotta know how much I need to teach you, you know!" Yūji wilts at the mention of a test.

"Oh... Yay..." Yūji cheers sarcastically. "One of the few things I hate doing... fantastic!"

Yūji stretches her arm behind her head, sighing softly. She stares up at the clear sky, switching to her other arm after a few seconds. She had put back on her old yellow hoodie, completely fixed, and wore black harem pants, a pair of black stirrup socks, and a pair of white sneakers. Underneath her hoodie she wore a simple black sports bra. Her hair was pulled into a fishtail braid and rested against her mid-back.

"At least it's a fitness test... Why couldn't Fushiguro-san and Nobara-kun take it too?" Yūji mutters to herself, making Nobara snort.

"Because Gojo-sensei already knows what we can and can't do, right now. You were only a normie like what-two days ago?" Nobara states as she messes with the sleeves of the new tracksuit she bought herself.

"Does that mean I don't have to hold back?" Yūji tilts her head at the thought before turning around.

"Yukimura-sensei always told me to hold back during fitness tests... is this the same as regular fitness tests?" Yūji asks herself, tapping her finger against her chin.

She crouches down with a hum before taking out her phone. "I don't want to seriously harm anyone, though... it's a fitness test, so there isn't any sparring... right?"

"Hmph. Stop worrying, Yūji-chan. It's like a normie fitness test, but add cursed energy, a spar, and target practice. Don't even try to hold back. I wanna know how far I have to go to get past your freakish strength," The ginger haired teenager states as she crosses her arms. Yūji glances up at her with her phone still in hand.

"What's this about freakish strength?" An unfamiliar female voice speaks up with a confident tone. Yūji snaps her head up and sees a taller 16 year old female teenager with long, dark green hair pulled into a ponytail, striking hazel eyes covered with a pair of glasses, and fair skin walking towards them with a confident saunter.

"Kelp." A 16 year old male teenager with off-white hair, violet eyes, and pale skin waves as he walks a few feet behind the green haired teenager.

"Hello! Hello! Ready to drink your tears?" A giant... a giant panda greets brightly with a happy wave. Satoru was walking behind them all with a lazy slouch.

"It's not that freakish, Nobara-kun..." Yūji tries to defend herself before sighing in defeat. She uses her knees to push herself back up and smiles brightly at the older teenagers walking up.

"Hello!" Yūji greets cheerfully with a wave. Megumi and Nobara glance at each other before sighing.

"So, you're Sukuna's vessel." The green haired teenager stops before Yūji and leans down to inspect her face. "You're very pretty for a boy. Too pretty. You can give Yūta a run for his money."

"Eh... who is that?" The pink haired teenager asks with a small sweatdrop. The older female chuckles slightly and stands up straight.

"Yūji-chan, Nobara-chan! These are the second years! Zen'in Maki, Inumaki Toge, and Panda!" Satoru exclaims cheerfully, grabbing Toge's and Maki's shoulder and pulling them closer. Both look up at Satoru in irritation.

"Okaka," Toge states as Maki roughly elbows their teacher in the stomach.

Satoru pouts and releases the two 16 year olds. "You're both so mean! Am I not your teacher?"

"Nice to meet you, Zen'in-senpai! Inumaki-senpai! Panda-senpai!" Yūji gives a small bow with an even brighter grin. "I'm Itadori Yūji! Gojo-sensei, I have a question!"

"Shoot, Yūji-chan!" Satoru exclaims with a finger gun pointed towards the pink haired teenager.

"Will I be able to hold back during the spar? I don't want to seriously harm anyone and I don't know the levels of strength for anyone here..." Yūji asks with her hand raised.

"Don't worry about that. The spar will be 5v1! If you still need the hold back, it'll still show me what I need to teach you ror not," The white haired man states with a wave of dismissal. Yūji smiles brightly and nods her head.

"Hey Itadori-kun. Gojo-sensei had let you borrow one of my cursed tools. Do you still have it?" Maki asks, interrupting the conversation between Yūji and Satoru. Yūji blinks at the question before tilting her head.

"Cursed tool? Cursed tool... Slaughter Demon!" Yūji snaps her fingers in realization. Her face flushes and she starts to laugh nervously.

"Eh... I sincerely apologize, but it kinda... it broke," She says with a nervous smile. Maki stares at her for a moment before a scowl forms on her face.

Yūji averts her gaze and tugs at her braid. "I understand it's a cursed tool, but I promise to replace it with a tool equal to or greater to Slaughter Demon. It was truly a beautiful weapon."

"You won't borrow any of my tools until you replace it then," Maki states as she crosses her arms. Yūji laughs nervously and nods her head.

"Of course, Zen'in-senpai!"

"Call me Maki," The green haired teenager says with a small eye roll. Yūji grins brightly and claps her hands excitedly.

"Then you can call me Yūji! Ne, Panda-senpai, are you really a panda?" Yūji asks curiously, leaning forward with her hands behind her back.

"I just look like one. Maybe I am. Are you really a human?" Panda asks jokingly. Yūji giggles and taps her chin in as if she was thinking.

"I just look like one. Maybe I am!" Yūji teases, making Panda laugh. She smiles even brighter before turning to Satoru.

"Are we ready to get this started? I really want to get this test done as quickly as possible." Yūji stares up at her teacher with a determined expression.

Satoru grins brightly and claps his hands. "'course, Yūji-chan! We'll start with an easy one. Softball throw!"

Yūji blinks before grinning just as bright as the white haired man. Maybe this test won't be so bad... she'll actually be able to use her full strength! At least until the spar... Oh, she can't wait to see how far her personal training has gotten her!

Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter! So, I changed quite a bit... woops! Lol.

I have many, many, many plans for this story, so officially, canon is no more! Also, many of these plans are not written out or thought out, so hopefully it won't all crash and burn.

*Extra information*

*(1): Tokyo Metropolitan Hiroo Hospital is a real place. It is located in Shibuya, Tokyo.

*(2): nuomici is a popular Chinese pastry. It is also known as Lo Mai Chi. Nuomici is how it's known in Mandarin.

FYI, I have a schedule to write a chapter(s) of a different book for every day of the week. Sometimes a chapter for two different books on the same day. With all the love and support this book has gotten, I have been breaking from the schedule to write many of these chapters.

Thank you all so much for all of the love and support for this fic! It has really motivated me and is pushing me to make even better chapters!

I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye.

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