Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the series that I use in this story.
Rate: M
Genre: Adventure, Supernatural, Fantasy.
Warning: Cringe, lots of typos, messy storyline, fast story pace, etc.
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The story begins inthe heart of Nairobi, the vibrant capital city of Kenya, the hot afternoons unfolded with a flurry of activities. The sun cast its intense rays upon the bustling streets, where life thrived in a symphony of motion and energy.
Civilians went about their daily routines, weaving through the colorful tapestry of the city. In the lively markets, vendors offered a dazzling array of goods, from fresh fruits to handcrafted jewelry, each stall a testament to Nairobi's rich cultural diversity.
Amid the urban hustle and bustle, the city's lively spirit could be felt in every corner. The rhythmic sounds of music and laughter wafted through the air, and the scent of street food sizzling on open grills intermingled with the fragrance of blooming flowers.
As the hot afternoon sun hung high in the sky, Nairobi's streets came alive with the pulse of life, a vivid reflection of the vibrant culture and community that thrived in this dynamic African metropolis.
In a quaint restaurant nestled amidst the lively streets of Nairobi, an Asian boy in his early teens sat across from a friendly local man in his 30s. The restaurant, renowned for its delectable Kenyan specialties, offered a tantalizing array of dishes that invited culinary exploration.
The boy, his eyes wide with curiosity, eagerly sampled the diverse flavors of Kenya. His taste buds danced as he savored the rich aroma of beef stew, the succulent meats that were a Kenyan favorite. The local man, a warm and welcoming host, shared stories of his beloved city and its culinary traditions.
Around them, the restaurant hummed with the chatter of patrons, the clinking of cutlery, and the sizzle of dishes being prepared. The atmosphere was one of camaraderie and shared enjoyment, as the Asian boy and the local man bonded over their mutual love for the rich and diverse cuisine that Kenya had to offer.
In this moment, their shared meal transcended cultural boundaries, bridging the gap between their backgrounds and forging a connection that celebrated the universal joy of good food and meaningful conversation.
"Hmm! This is really tasty!"
"It's delicious, right? That dish uses an ingredient called Royco. That's what makes it delicious. Royco can make everything taste 'Kenyan', like a magic spice. By the way, she's really back, right?"
Amidst the vibrant backdrop of Nairobi, Okkotsu Yuta, a determined Asian boy in his early teens, found himself in the midst of rigorous training and missions. His journey of becoming a sorcerer had brought him to Africa, a place of untamed beauty and supernatural challenges.
By his side, offering guidance and a unique perspective, was Miguel, a local man in his 30s with a storied past. Miguel had once walked a darker path as a criminal and a curse user. However, his life took an unexpected turn when he encountered Gojo Satoru, the renowned and formidable jujutsu sorcerer.
In a fateful encounter that would change the course of his life, Miguel faced off against Satoru and emerged on the losing end. In a twist of fate, he found himself compelled to accompany and train Yuta, a responsibility he had reluctantly accepted.
As Yuta honed his skills and faced the challenges of the supernatural world, Miguel became his steadfast companion, offering guidance born from both his experiences and his own complex journey of redemption. Together, they navigated the intricate world of curses and sorcery, forging a unique bond that transcended their different backgrounds and united them in the pursuit of mastering the mystical arts.
"Yeah" Yuta replied briefly, chewing his meal. "That's good," Miguel smiled with relief as he took a sip of his drink. They were carried away by the typical Kenyan food they enjoyed. "Seriously, this is really delicious! It tastes like nikujaga!" Yuta can't stop eating.
"Nikujaga? It's called beef stew, remember? Beef stew" Miguel chuckled. A few moments after that he turned his attention to someone who approached their table. The smile on Miguel's face disappeared because of the presence of that someone. "Huh? What's wrong Miguel?" The special grade looked at him with a puzzled look.
As Yuta and Miguel continued their meal and conversation in the Nairobi restaurant, an unexpected presence drew their attention. A charismatic figure approached their table, commanding an aura of immense power and confidence. It was none other than Gojo Satoru, who had journeyed all the way from Japan.
"Why are you here?" Miguel refers to the strongest sorcerer. "Eh? Gojo-sensei?" Of course, Yuta was surprised, he didn't expect his mentor to suddenly be in Nairobi.
"Yo! Long time no see, Yuta!" Satoru waved, smiling behind his sunglass.
Satoru's arrival was a testament to his unwavering commitment to his students and his unyielding dedication to the world of jujutsu sorcery. Having recently visited Naruto in Kyoto, he now stood before Yuta in Nairobi, bridging the geographical divide to ensure the growth and well-being of his protege.
Their meeting was marked by a sense of anticipation and respect. Satoru's presence radiated an air of authority and wisdom, and as he joined their table, he brought with him a wealth of knowledge and experience that promised to further shape Yuta's journey as a jujutsu sorcerer.
In this unexpected reunion, amidst the rich culinary tapestry of Nairobi, the bonds between student and teacher, mentor and protege, were strengthened, transcending continents and affirming the enduring spirit of the jujutsu.
With a charismatic smile and an air of respect, Satoru turned to Miguel, acknowledging his presence as he spoke. "Miguel," he began, his tone warm and courteous, "I hope you don't mind if I borrow Yuta for a while. I'd like to have a private chit-chat with him, as a mentor with his student."
Miguel, ever the gracious host and understanding of the significance of such a moment, nodded in agreement. "Of course. Yuta is in capable hands. I'll give you some space."
With a nod of thanks, Satoru turned his attention to Yuta, a twinkle of anticipation in his eyes. It was a mentor's duty to guide and impart knowledge, and in this one-on-one conversation, he aimed to offer Yuta insights and wisdom that would shape his path as a jujutsu sorcerer.
As Miguel stepped away to allow their conversation to unfold, the mentor and student were left alone, ready to embark on a conversation that would no doubt be filled with valuable lessons, shared experiences, and the unbreakable bond of mentorship.
"So, why did you come all the way here, Sensei? Did something happen?" Yuta asked, after finishing his meal. Satoru took a sip of his orange juice before responding. "To be precise, we are facing a serious issue, very serious"
Satoru's words removed the curious look on Yuta's face and changed to a serious face too. "I'm listening"
In the quiet confines of the Nairobi restaurant, Satoru and Yuta settled into their one-on-one conversation, mentor and student finding a moment of connection amid their respective journeys as jujutsu sorcerers. As the conversation unfolded, Satoru delved into the complexities and challenges that the jujutsu society in Japan was currently grappling with.
"With great power comes great responsibility, Yuta," Satoru began, his voice carrying a weight of both experience and gravitas. "One of the pressing issues we face in Japan is the resurrection of Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, within the body of my new student, Itadori Yuji." He explained the situation, how Yuji had unwittingly consumed one of special grade cursed objects—the fingers that contained the cursed king's essence.
"The curse has taken root in Yuji, and as a result, he's been sentenced to death," Satoru continued. "However, his execution has been postponed until he can consume all twenty of Sukuna's fingers, a task that carries immense risks and responsibilities."
Yuta listened intently, absorbing the weight of this revelation. The fate of Yuji and the resurrection of such a formidable curse were sobering challenges that the jujutsu society was wrestling with. It highlighted the delicate balance between power and consequences, and the sacrifices required in the world of curses and sorcery.
As the conversation continued, Satoru aimed to impart not only knowledge but also the sense of responsibility that came with being a jujutsu sorcerer. It was a moment of mentorship that would leave an indelible mark on Yuta's own journey, as he learned firsthand about the intricacies and challenges of their shared path.
Satoru's eyes bore a grave expression as he continued to unveil the challenges that weighed heavily on the shoulders of the jujutsu society in Japan. "Another pressing issue that we're facing is the emergence of unregistered special grade cursed spirits in Tokyo. These entities pose a significant threat to both sorcerers and civilians alike."
The unregistered special grade cursed spirits, their origins and motives shrouded in mystery, had stirred fear and uncertainty in the jujutsu society. Their unpredictable actions and immense power demanded a swift and effective response.
"But that's not all," Satoru continued, his voice tinged with a hint of concern. "In the Underworld, a mysterious curse user has made their presence known, extending an 'invitation to the game' to all factions and supernatural beings. This so-called game, as Naruto told me, is said to determine the fate of not only the human world but also the supernatural world."
The gravity of the situation hung in the air as Satoru spoke. The emergence of a powerful and enigmatic figure in the supernatural realm, along with the challenge they had issued, created an atmosphere of tension and uncertainty that rippled through the world of jujutsu sorcery.
Yuta absorbed this information, recognizing the magnitude of the issues at hand. It was a stark reminder that their path as jujutsu sorcerers was fraught with both known and unknown challenges, where the fate of worlds hung in the balance. In the midst of these trials, mentor and student shared a sense of duty and determination to face whatever lay ahead, united by their commitment to protect the realms they called home.
"That's what happened. For some reason my perception says that all these things are related to each other," said Satoru after telling everything. "That's a really serious problem," Yuta replied, looking down at the table.
"We all thought that. Yuta, how long will you be here?" Satoru really needs Yuta. As a fellow special grader, Yuta will definitely be of great help. "Umm, about 2 months left, Sensei. There are still many tribes that Miguel and I haven't visited yet," Yuta replied.
"I see. So you haven't found it yet, huh? That's okay, but I want you to go home as soon as your search is finished. And, one more thing," Satoru's last sentence made Yuta even more curious. "What is it, Sensei?"
"When I'm not around, I want you to protect Naruto and Yuji, especially from those damn geezers."
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The Lost Soul Aside
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The scene shifted from the bustling city of Nairobi during the day to the tranquil serenity of a forest at night. Nestled within this natural haven was a Chinese temple, its beauty illuminated even in the absence of daylight. The temple, with its intricate architecture and well-maintained surroundings, stood as a testament to ancient traditions and reverence.
Amidst this peaceful backdrop, a group of people had gathered within the temple yard. The soft glow of lanterns and the gentle flicker of candles cast a warm and inviting light, creating an enchanting atmosphere that seemed to bridge the realms of the earthly and the mystical.
As the night settled in, the temple grounds became a place of convergence, where individuals with diverse backgrounds and purposes came together. In this sacred space, under the canopy of stars, they shared stories, wisdom, and perhaps even sought solace in the tranquil embrace of the temple—a place where the old and the new, the spiritual and the worldly, found harmonious coexistence.
"So, Shalba and Creuserey are planning to attack the Underworld?" Said the young man with short black hair and blue eyes, carrying a spear on his shoulder.
"Yeah, they have an insider so that their plan goes well, Diodora Astaroth, heir to the Astaroth clan," replied the young man with silver-white hair and red eyes.
In the serene surroundings of the Chinese temple, a clandestine assembly of individuals had gathered, known as the Hero Faction. While their stated goal was to protect humanity, their methods took a dark turn. They believed in eliminating all supernatural creatures, viewing them as threats to humanity. In essence, they operated as criminals masquerading as heroes, walking a treacherous path between their supposed mission and the morally ambiguous actions they undertook.
"I see. Then, Georg, what about Kyoto? Have you found a way to get in there?" Cao-Cao's question was only answered with a sigh by a young man with black hair and spectacles. "Not yet, there are absolutely no gaps. It's like the city is protected by a barrier," replied Georg.
"I can help you to infiltrate Kyoto"
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Amidst the members of the Hero Faction, a hushed silence fell over the temple grounds as a mysterious figure emerged from the mouth of a giant caterpillar that emerged from the shadows on the ground, clad in a gold-colored kāṣāya garment, worn gracefully over black yukata robes. The ensemble was completed with white tabi socks and zōri sandals, creating an aura of serene authority that demanded attention.
The Hero Faction, though resolute in their dark mission, found themselves taken aback by the enigmatic presence before them. This figure, draped in monk attire, stood as an unexpected and enigmatic force in their midst. The air crackled with tension, as the faction members struggled to comprehend the significance of this mysterious arrival and what it might mean for their clandestine endeavors.
"Who are you?!" Siegfried, Jeanne, and Heracles took a stance in response to the presence of a mysterious man with a monk appearance. Meanwhile, Cao Cao was just silent because he did not expect the arrival of the curse user at all.
As the temple's air grew thick with tension, the enigmatic monk, none other than Geto Suguru, stood as a symbol of intrigue and danger. Unbeknownst to the Hero Faction, Suguru was not the peaceful monk he appeared to be, but a cunning curse user and Jujutsu criminal with a hidden agenda.
Behind his serene facade and within the depths of his cunning brain, Suguru plotted something unexpected. His motives were shrouded in mystery, his actions calculated to perfection. The Hero Faction, already on a treacherous path, found themselves unwittingly entangled in Suguru's intricate web of deception and manipulation.
As the night in the Chinese temple wore on, the presence of Geto Suguru cast a long shadow over the gathering, leaving the faction members with a growing sense of unease and uncertainty. They were about to embark on a journey where the lines between heroism and villainy would blur even further, all orchestrated by the enigmatic monk who harbored secrets and schemes beyond their wildest imaginings.
"Don't worry, I'm not here for fight. Before that, my name was Geto Suguru. Like I said before, I can help you infiltrate Kyoto," he said with a very calm face. Completely unfazed at the offensive reactions of the three Hero Faction members in front of him.
"Just get to the point, why do you want to help us? Do you also hope we will help you?" Cao Cao stepped forward and confronted Suguru face to face.
Cao Cao possessed a keen and perceptive mind. As he observed the unexpected arrival of Geto Suguru, dressed in monk attire, and witnessed the offer of help, a sense of unease gnawed at him.
Despite their shared goal of eliminating supernatural creatures, Cao Cao couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The Hero Faction had always operated with their own brand of ruthless heroism, and alliances with outsiders were met with skepticism. Suguru's presence, wrapped in a cloak of mystery and cunning, raised questions that demanded careful consideration.
With the True Longinus in his grasp, Cao Cao had grown accustomed to assessing threats and opportunities with precision. Suguru's offer of assistance might hold great potential, but it also carried hidden risks that Cao Cao couldn't afford to ignore. As the night unfolded within the temple's serene confines, the Hero Faction's leader grappled with a dilemma: to embrace this unexpected alliance or to tread cautiously in the presence of a man whose true intentions remained shrouded in secrecy.
"Ahahaha, as expected by the wielder of The True Longinus. In return, I want you to also help me in a game, a game that will determine the fate of humanity and supernatural beings" Suguru laughed because his intentions were discovered. "What kind of game are you talking about?" Cao Cao demanded explanations.
Geto Suguru, his serene demeanor unchanged, extended an unexpected invitation to the Hero Faction. He proposed a collaboration, an alliance forged in the shadows, to prepare for and participate in a mysterious 'game' of his own design.
As the Hero Faction members exchanged glances, Suguru outlined the rules and objectives of this enigmatic game. It was a test of their convictions, a crucible where heroism and ruthless pragmatism would converge. In this game, the faction's aspirations and Suguru's own cryptic motives intertwined, creating an intricate tapestry of intrigue.
The offer was tantalizing, promising a path to achieve their shared goal on a grand scale. Yet, it also carried an air of danger, an uncertain alliance with a man who had proven himself to be a cunning and elusive figure. The Hero Faction found themselves at a crossroads, facing a choice that would shape their future and the fate of supernatural beings. As they deliberated, the temple's ancient walls bore witness to the unfolding of a clandestine partnership, one that could change the course of their perilous journey.
"I can't reveal what the game is like yet. But, you can also achieve your goals in the game." Suguru grinned widely under the moonlight. Leaving big questions for the Hero Faction. But hearing that Suguru will help them to infiltrate and sneak into Kyoto, they have no other choice.
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The Lost Soul Aside
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In the serene morning within the principal's office at Kyoto Jujutsu High, a solemn assembly of individuals had convened. Naruto, Gakuganji, Utahime, and Yasaka had gathered to discuss the pressing issues that had unfolded in the Underworld, specifically the appearance of a mysterious curse user who had extended an ominous "invitation to the game" to all supernatural factions.
The room was permeated with a sense of urgency, as the weight of this enigmatic challenge hung in the air. Yasaka, representing the Youkai Faction, Naruto, a valiant jujutsu sorcerer, and the school's leaders, Gakuganji and Utahime, engaged in a deep conversation about the potential implications of this invitation.
However, amidst the discussions and exchange of information, Naruto held back a crucial piece of the puzzle—the events of his encounter with Vali the previous night. He had his own reasons for keeping this particular incident to himself, perhaps mindful of the complexities it might introduce to the already intricate situation in the supernatural world. As the conversation unfolded, the group navigated the treacherous waters of the supernatural with a shared determination to protect their realms, all while some secrets remained locked away, awaiting the right moment to be revealed.
"That's what happened, Principal." Naruto had just finished explaining the various conflicts and confrontations he had faced while in the Underworld. Starting from the fight against Loki and his legendary monsters, and a mysterious curse user. The things he didn't talk about were his reunion with Kuroka, and how he awakened his Reverse Cursed Technique. He still wants to hide it from everyone else, except Satoru.
"This is worse than I expected. The curse user has really been beating the drums of war on all supernatural factions and communities. And of course it will also have an effect on humanity" Gakuganji stroked his goatee.
"Then, what will the Jujutsu Society do, Principal? Shall we join this alliance?" Utahime with a serious face. The rock n roll grandpa looked down at the table and then sighed.
"I'm sure that's the best choice, Utahime. But, I'm not suited for something like this. The right people to handle this are the special grades. Unfortunately they're busy, Gojo is on vacation, Tsukumo is busy with her research, then Okkotsu is still overseas. If they're here, we can discuss it. The other higher-ups left the final decision to me, but I can't decide yet. At least until Gojo comes back" Gakuganji explained everything.
Yasaka, the nine-tailed fox Youkai, couldn't hide her concern as she questioned Principal Gakuganji's decision regarding the mysterious curse user who had extended the ominous 'invitation to the game.' Her voice carried the weight of her centuries-old experience and wisdom, and she pressed for clarity on how the Jujutsu community would respond.
"So, you can't decide anything about the curse user until Gojo Satoru returns?" Yasaka asked. Gakuganji nodded with some regret. "I'm sorry, Lady Yasaka. But it cannot be denied that he is the strongest sorcerer in Jujutsu society, as well as the most influential person in it. We higher-ups often disagree and argue with him, but I understand that what he wants is all for the sake of Jujutsu society"
However, Gakuganji found himself in a precarious position. He explained to Yasaka that he couldn't make a definitive decision at this moment. The final verdict hinged on the input and judgment of the Jujutsu world's most formidable sorcerer, Gojo Satoru. Currently abroad on what could be considered an unusual 'vacation,' Satoru was visiting Yuuta in Africa, leaving Gakuganji waiting for his return to Japan.
The principal's choice was to await the counsel of the strongest sorcerer before committing to any course of action. It was a testament to the significance of the situation and the need for a united response from the Jujutsu community. As the discussion continued, the uncertainty in the room persisted, a reflection of the intricate and precarious nature of their roles in preserving the balance between worlds.
"Okay, I understand. Then, I want to say one more thing, Principal," said Yasaka. Gakuganji nodded in understanding. "Please go ahead, Lady Yasaka. What is that?"
"Is it okay if I appoint Naruto as my bodyguard again? Because this morning, Satan Lucifer sent me an invitation to attend an event in the Underworld. If you mind, then it's okay," said Yasaka smiling, while looking at Naruto who was smiling nervously.
"Of course. We can do it. We have committed to helping the Youkai Faction, in accordance with what our ancestor, Sugawara no Michizane the Great, did. After all, the Youkai Faction has made many contributions and help to us, Jujutsu society," replied Gakuganji, smiled as he stroked his goatee. "You're ready, right, Naruto?" he continued.
"Yes, principal. I do" Naruto bowed respectfully. His determination shining in his eyes. He expressed his willingness to be reappointed as Yasaka's bodyguard, recognizing the gravity of the situation. The nine-tailed fox Youkai had received a prestigious invitation from Sirzechs Lucifer, one of the rulers of the Underworld, to attend a significant event.
With unwavering resolve, Naruto vowed to stand by Yasaka's side once more, ensuring her safety in the unfamiliar and potentially treacherous realm of the Underworld. His commitment to his role as a Jujutsu sorcerer and his loyalty to his friends remained unshaken, a testament to the strength of their bond and the challenges they faced together.
As preparations were set in motion for Yasaka's journey to the Underworld, Naruto's presence as her protector reassured those in the room. It was a reminder that, in the face of uncertainty and danger, they could rely on the unwavering dedication of those who stood as guardians of the supernatural world.
"Besides, if the curse user comes again, I can collect as much information as possible about their motives and goals and then report it to Gojo-sensei" Naruto added. Actually, Satoru had already assigned it to him.
"Alright, it's decided. We will leave for the Underworld tomorrow afternoon. Thank you for everything, Principal Gakuganji, Miss Utahime, Naruto. I'll take my leave" Yasaka bowed respectfully and then left the room while being guided by Utahime.
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Naruto, weary from the day's discussions and preparations, found respite in Utahime's abandoned flat. The dormitory at Kyoto Jujutsu High was a distant prospect tonight, for his duty as Yasaka's bodyguard beckoned again in the Underworld, come morning. Nestled in the comforting silence of the flat, located conveniently near Kyoto station, he sought a few hours of well-deserved rest.
The flat, though somewhat neglected, offered a sense of familiarity and solitude that Naruto cherished in these quiet hours. He settled into a makeshift bed, allowing the stillness of the night to envelop him. As he closed his eyes, his thoughts briefly wandered to the challenges and mysteries awaiting him in the Underworld.
But for now, in the tranquil embrace of Utahime's flat, Naruto embraced the solace of sleep, recharging his spirit for the responsibilities that awaited him in the world beyond.
In the depths of the night, Naruto's slumber was disturbed by a haunting nightmare. In this vivid and unsettling dream, he found himself transported back to his childhood, to the orphanage where he had grown up. But this was not a memory he could readily recall; it was a vision shrouded in obscurity.
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"Aaaarghhh!"
"What the hell?! Die you brat!"
"Aarghh! My arm!"
"P-please...! Don't kill me!"
"Aaarghhh!"
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In the dimly lit corridors of the orphanage, Naruto witnessed a young boy, a mere child himself, wielding a pair of ominous black and white blades. The figure was a blur, both familiar and enigmatic, as if it were himself but not quite. The boy, with a determination etched on his face, embarked on a harrowing journey to confront child kidnappers who had descended upon the orphanage.
The nightmare unfolded as Naruto watched the boy, possibly a younger version of himself, confront the kidnappers with a ferocity that belied his age. The scene was a brutal clash between innocence and malevolence, as the boy fought to protect his fellow orphans from the tormentors who threatened their safety.
Yet, as Naruto grappled with this bewildering vision, the details remained hazy, as if obscured by a thick fog of forgotten memories. The dream haunted him, leaving him with an unsettling sense of déjà vu and unanswered questions. As he awoke, drenched in sweat, Naruto was left to ponder the significance of this enigmatic nightmare and the fragments of his past that it had unearthed.
"Hah! Hah! Hah! Dammit! What the hell was that dream?! The orphanage, was that what really happened at that time?" Naruto woke up with a ragged breath. Sweat covered his forehead and temples. He drank a glass of water that he had prepared before going to bed.
As Naruto woke from the unsettling nightmare, a barrage of questions swirled in his mind like a relentless storm. The vivid yet cryptic dream had unearthed fragments of his past, memories shrouded in obscurity, and left him yearning for answers. It was a puzzle that he couldn't decipher on his own.
"I have to ask Gojo-sensei about this,"
With Satoru's impending return to Japan, Naruto harbored a glimmer of hope that he might finally uncover the truth. Satoru had been the one to find him at the orphanage, a pivotal moment in his life, and it was Satoru who held the key to the memories locked within the recesses of his mind.
When Satoru returned, Naruto vowed to seek his mentor's guidance, to share the details of the haunting nightmare, and to ask the questions that had long weighed on his heart. It was a journey into the past, a quest for self-discovery, and Naruto was determined to unravel the enigma that had resurfaced in his dreams.
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To be Continued
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I think that's all for this chapter 6. But I promise I will write more in the next chapter.
This time there was no confrontation whatsoever. Satoru visits Yuta in Kenya to tell him what they are facing in Japan. That means this story will cover all the way back to the Shibuya Incident. However, I plan to make the arc different from the canon one. But before that, we have to pass the arc of Old Satan's attack on the Underworld and the Hero Faction's attack on Kyoto.
Then, Kenjaku met the Hero Faction and offered them cooperation, as well as getting them to help Kenjaku. However, Kenjaku with his brain must have thought of something behind that.
And finally, Naruto was re-appointed as Yasaka's bodyguard for the invitation to the Rating Game event in Underworld. Apart from serving as a bodyguard, he will also be tasked with finding information about what the curse user, a.k.a Uraume, will do. And after that he would report it to Satoru when he returned. That way the Jujutsu community can decide whether they want to join the alliance or not.
OK, that's all. That is all and thank you. See you in the next chapter.