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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In the bustling morning of Tokyo, the atmosphere is alive with a dynamic energy. Sidewalks teem with a steady stream of people, each immersed in their own purpose, navigating the urban rhythm. Vehicles weave through the streets, creating a symphony of honks and engine hums, as the city awakens.
The synchronized ballet of trains shuttling commuters adds to the pulse of the metropolis, a testament to the precision that defines Tokyo's daily routine. Schools and company offices unlock their doors, ushering in the next wave of industrious activity, marking the beginning of another workday.
Street vendors set up their stalls, releasing tempting aromas that blend into a tantalizing mosaic. Restaurants prepare to welcome the breakfast crowd, the sizzling sounds of grills and the clatter of kitchen utensils signaling the start of culinary endeavors.
In this orchestrated chaos, Tokyo's morning is a tapestry woven with the threads of ambition, urgency, and the promise of a new day.
In the heart of Tokyo, the grandeur of Tokyo Station looms like a sentinel of motion and destination. As the city stirs to life, the iconic station becomes a focal point, a pulsating hub where the rhythm of the metropolis converges.
At the platform, a symphony of sounds heralds the arrival of the Shinkansen, the bullet trains that slice through the morning air. A low hum builds into a crescendo as the sleek metallic beasts glide in, their kinetic presence marking a dance with precision. Commuters, briefcases in hand, flow like a current, boarding with practiced efficiency.
Inside the carriages, a tapestry of stories unfolds. Business executives engrossed in their laptops, students buried in textbooks, and families savoring the transient togetherness—the Shinkansen becomes a vessel of dreams hurtling towards reality.
The station clock, an unwavering timekeeper, oversees the ebb and flow of passengers. The departure melody resonates, signaling the next departure. The doors hiss closed, and the Shinkansen embarks on its journey, leaving behind a trail of motion and anticipation.
As trains depart, others arrive, a constant ballet of arrivals and farewells. Tokyo Station becomes a nexus of converging paths, a place where the city's pulse quickens with the promise of destinations unknown. And in this symphony of movement, Tokyo Station stands as a sentinel, witnessing the transient tales of a city on the move.
From the metallic confines of the departing Shinkansen emerged three figures, bathed in the spotlight of the bustling Tokyo Station. The tall silhouette of an adult man commanded attention, his silver hair catching the ambient light, lending an air of distinction to his presence. He moved with the measured grace of experience, a conductor orchestrating the unfolding scene.
In tow were two boys, a study in contrast. One, with raven-black hair, exuded an air of quiet contemplation, his gaze absorbing the station's vibrant chaos. The other, with a mop of blonde hair, radiated youthful exuberance, a beacon of energy in the subdued surroundings. Together, they formed a trio, each bearing the unique imprint of their journeys etched on their expressions.
As they stepped onto the platform, the station's symphony of sounds seemed to hush momentarily, as if acknowledging the arrival of these enigmatic figures. The silver-haired man surveyed the surroundings with a seasoned gaze, the lines on his face telling tales of untold experiences.
The trio moved in unison, navigating the platform with a familiarity that hinted at a shared history. In the tapestry of Tokyo Station's transient tales, the spotlight lingered on these three, leaving a trail of curiosity and questions in their wake.
Under the vaulted arches of Tokyo Station, Naruto, his vibrant blonde hair catching the ambient light, turned to the silver-maned figure beside him. "Gojo-san," he asked, a note of curiosity in his voice, "What's the plan for Tokyo?"
Gojo Satoru, the epitome of strength and mystery, regarded Naruto with an enigmatic smile. His silver hair seemed to shimmer with a hidden power as he spoke, "We're heading to a place where the mysteries of Jujutsu sorcery and curses unfold—a place called Tokyo Jujutsu High. Ah, one more thing, call me Sensei from now on"
Naruto's cerulean eyes widened with intrigue. The name resonated with an air of mystique. "Jujutsu High?" he echoed, the syllables rolling off his tongue. "What's that?"
Satoru chuckled, a sound that echoed with both amusement and wisdom. "It's a school, Naruto-kun. A place where young sorcerers learn about jujutsu sorcery, curses and protect the balance between our world and the supernatural."
As the words hung in the air, the two figures stood against the backdrop of the bustling station—a juxtaposition of the mundane and the mystical. Tokyo Jujutsu High awaited, a beacon of knowledge and arcane secrets, and the journey of these enigmatic figures was about to unveil a new chapter in the tapestry of sorcery.
Okkotsu Yuta, his black hair framing a face marked by a quiet determination, chimed in as the words of Gojo Satoru lingered in the air. "Naruto-kun, this school is for people like us," he said, his voice carrying a weight of shared experience. "Those who grapple with curses and Jujutsu sorcery. Gojo-sensei and I are a part of it, and now, so are you."
Naruto's azure eyes reflected a mix of curiosity and acceptance. The realization dawned that he was stepping into a world where the boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary blurred. "A school for people like us?" Naruto mused, contemplating the uncharted path ahead.
Satoru, the linchpin of this trio, nodded in agreement. "Jujutsu High is a haven for those who navigate the intricacies of curses. It's where your journey as a sorcerer begins, Naruto."
As the trio stood on the platform, the ambient sounds of Tokyo Station became a backdrop to the unfolding destiny that awaited them. Yuta, Satoru, and Naruto—bound by a shared purpose, they embarked on a journey that would unravel the threads of the supernatural, casting their destinies in the shadow of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
A sleek black car, its windows tinted with an air of secrecy, awaited the trio at the front of Tokyo Station. The doors opened with a soft purr as if inviting them into a realm beyond the ordinary. Satoru, Yuta, and Naruto entered, greeted by the plush interior that bespoke of careful preparation.
As the car seamlessly merged into the flow of the city's rhythm, leaving behind the clamor of Tokyo's morning, a hush settled within the vehicle. Through tinted windows, the urban landscape gradually transformed. Skyscrapers gave way to a horizon of rolling hills and verdant forests, a serene contrast to the city's ceaseless motion.
The car wound its way through the outskirts, navigating the roads that led to the heart of the supernatural sanctuary—Tokyo Jujutsu High. The hum of the engine harmonized with the rustle of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures, marking their departure from the known into the realm of mysteries.
As the car approached its destination, the anticipation within the vehicle grew palpable. Tokyo's concrete embrace yielded to the embrace of nature, and the trio ventured further into the unknown, carried by a vehicle specially prepared to usher them into a world where curses and Jujutsu sorcery painted the landscape with intrigue.
The sleek black car came to a deliberate halt in front of a majestic Torii gate, its vermilion arch standing as a sentinel between the modern world and the ancient forest beyond. The air around the gate buzzed with an otherworldly energy, as if the spirits of the woods acknowledged the arrival of those who tread the path between realms.
Beyond the gate, a winding road beckoned, flanked by towering trees that whispered secrets of centuries past. A series of stone steps ascended, disappearing into the embrace of the densely wooded mountain. Each step seemed to resonate with the weight of history, a pilgrimage towards the heart of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
The group emerged from the car, their presence a fusion of modernity and mysticism against the backdrop of the Torii gate. The forest, a cathedral of ancient wisdom, awaited their ascent, and the steps beneath their feet became a bridge connecting the mundane to the extraordinary.
Naruto, his eyes alight with curiosity, cast his gaze along the ascending steps. As they tread the path, he turned to Gojo Satoru, the silver-maned figure who would guide him into the intricacies of Jujutsu sorcery. "Hey, Gojo-sensei" he inquired, "Where exactly are we?"
Gojo Satoru, his stride unwavering, met Naruto's gaze with a knowing smile. "We stand at the foothills of Mount Mushiro," he declared, the name resonating with a sense of ancient significance. "This path we're on leads us to Jujutsu High."
Naruto absorbed the revelation, the name Mount Mushiro etching itself into the canvas of his newfound journey. The foliage whispered tales of the mystical academy that awaited them at the mountain's summit. As they continued their ascent, the boundaries between the mundane and the supernatural blurred, and Naruto, under the guidance of Gojo Satoru, embarked on a pilgrimage where Mount Mushiro served as a gateway to the arcane teachings of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
The ascent up Mount Mushiro reached its culmination at a traditional Japanese-style wooden building, nestled amidst the ancient embrace of the forest. The air was infused with the scent of wood and the gentle rustle of leaves, creating an atmosphere steeped in both history and mystery.
As they stepped inside, the creaking wooden floors bore witness to their arrival. Within the serene confines, a middle-aged man with a sturdy build and black hair sat, his hands expertly maneuvering a set of knitting needles. The rhythmic click-clack of the needles resonated within the space, creating a tranquil counterpoint to the vibrant energy that accompanied the newcomers.
The man wore sunglasses, adding an air of enigma to his presence. His focus remained unwavering on the doll emerging from the intertwining threads, a creation born from the fusion of craftsmanship and the profound stillness of the mountain sanctuary.
Principal Masamichi Yaga glanced up from his knitting, sunglasses hiding his eyes, as Satoru, Yuta, and Naruto entered the room. Without preamble, he snorted disapprovingly.
"Late again. Your punctuality has much room for improvement."
Satoru chuckled nonchalantly, as if embracing the inevitability of the scolding. "Well, you know how Tokyo mornings are, Sensei. A bit hard to navigate the hustle and bustle."
Yaga continued knitting, his expression unyielding. "Excuses won't get you far in this school, Satoru. Now, let's get down to business."
Gojo Satoru's demeanor shifted from nonchalant to one of great joy as he presented Naruto to Principal Masamichi Yaga. "Alright then, please meet Naruto. He's the new addition to our ranks," Satoru announced, a glint of pride in his eyes.
Yaga, still knitting, spared Naruto a measured glance, acknowledging the introduction with an almost imperceptible nod.
Satoru continued, "And about that incident in Shirakawa Village recently... well, Naruto here was involved. But don't worry, I've already consulted with Yuki. Nothing to lose sleep over."
Naruto, standing amidst the interplay of the seasoned sorcerers, felt the weight of expectation and the reassurance of mentorship. The threads of destiny continued to weave, and within the tranquil confines of Tokyo Jujutsu High, a new chapter unfolded for the trio under the watchful eyes of Principal Yaga.
Yaga, needles paused mid-stitch, raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses at Satoru's revelation. "A boy causing the incident in Shirakawa? I thought it was a cursed spirit or a curse user."
Satoru, grinning, gestured toward Naruto. "Believe it or not, it was this energetic kid. Naruto-kun, meet Principal Yaga. Sensei, Naruto-kun here has quite the story. So, I took him to Yuki for a checkup."
Yaga, intrigued, looked at Naruto."Unusual curse, huh?"
Satoru nodded, his expression more serious. "Can't quite pin down the specifics of the curse within Naruto-kun just yet. Yuki's delving into it. In the meantime, I thought it best to bring him here. Enroll him as one of the students."
Yaga continued knitting, his curiosity evident. "A mystery then. We'll see what Yuki uncovers. Welcome to Tokyo Jujutsu High, Naruto."
Naruto, feeling a bit awkward but genuine, bowed and expressed his thanks. "Thank you, Yaga-gakucho"
Yaga, still focused on his knitting, responded with a nod. "Politeness won't get you through here, Naruto. This isn't a simple enrollment. You'll have to prove yourself. I'll be the one giving you the test."
"Test? What kind of test?"Naruto's curiosity lingered in the air as Yaga remained silent.
SWOOSH
"Whoaa!"
Suddenly, one of Yaga's dolls, seemingly benign until that moment, sprang to life with startling agility. A boxing glove extended from its hands, aimed squarely at Naruto.
In a split second, Naruto's reflexes kicked in. He sidestepped the unexpected assault, his instincts guiding him away from the doll's sudden aggression. The room echoed with the swish of the air as the doll's glove missed its target.
Yaga observed with an unmoving demeanor, sunglasses concealing any emotion. The doll, having executed its surprise attack, returned to its inanimate state, a silent testament to the unpredictable challenges that awaited within the walls of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Naruto, eyes widened in surprise, watched the animated doll with a mix of fascination and confusion."I thought he just liked knitting dolls in his free time."
Satoru, grinning, chimed in with an explanation. "It's more than a hobby, Naruto-kun. He got a cursed technique—a way to manipulate cursed corpses, turning them into these dolls. It's not just about knitting; these dolls pack a punch."
Yuta joining the conversation, nodded with a hint of pride."That's right, Naruto-kun. Remember Panda, the one with us in Shirakawa village yesterday? He's one of his creations—a masterpiece, actually. He's got some serious skills with his cursed technique."
SWOOSH
The boxer doll surged forward again, a silent assailant propelled by Yaga's cursed technique. Naruto, standing with an air of quiet determination, awaited its approach. As the doll lunged, he moved with a fluid grace, seizing its outstretched arm in a decisive grip.
GRAB
RIP
In a swift, controlled movement, Naruto exerted force, a blend of physical strength and the subtle infusion of his own curse energy. The arm of the doll yielded, tearing and snapping, leaving behind piles of cloth and cotton—a stark reminder that this was no ordinary doll.
The atmosphere crackled with the residue of the exchange, Naruto's actions revealing an intuitive understanding of the curse-infused nature of Yaga's creations. The enigmatic test continued, each movement and counter revealing the unspoken language of curses and the potential that Naruto harbored within himself.
Yuta's eyes widened in amazement, witnessing Naruto's adept handling of the cursed doll. Satoru, a grin of pride etched on his face, nodded approvingly at Naruto's prowess.
'He has basic knowledge and ability in using and utilizing cursed energy. That's quite good for someone who is just starting out in the world of jujutsu'
Meanwhile, Yaga, silent behind his sunglasses, broke his stoic demeanor with a rare acknowledgment."Impressive. Your reflexes are well-trained."
"Well, thank you?"
The boxer doll, now a defeated assemblage of fabric and threads, lay motionless—a testament to Naruto's proficiency in navigating the intricate dance of curses. Yaga's unspoken test had reached its conclusion, revealing a glimpse of Naruto's potential within the realm of Jujutsu High.
Yaga, the needles in his hands momentarily still, directed a focused gaze at Naruto.Yaga's gaze remained unwavering, piercing through the shadows that veiled Naruto's past. The rhythmic tap of his knitting needles became a metronome, measuring the gravity of the moment.
"Speak your truth, Naruto. What fuels your journey into the world of jujutsu sorcery?"
Naruto, his eyes reflecting the storm within, hesitated before releasing the words that carried the burden of his history.
"I want to find out who I really am. This curse inside me—I want to use it to protect the weak. I've lived through darkness, and I won't let others suffer the same."
The air in the room thickened with the weight of Naruto's revelation. Yaga, still as a statue behind his sunglasses, absorbed the resonance of those words—a declaration of purpose that echoed through the chambers of Tokyo Jujutsu High, setting the stage for a journey forged in the crucible of mysteries and determination.
Yaga, after a moment of contemplation, nodded approvingly."Your resolve is acknowledged, Naruto. Once again, welcome to Tokyo Jujutsu High."
A triumphant grin lighting up on Satoru's face, received the directive from Yaga."Alright, Naruto-kun! Let's get you suited up. Your journey is just beginning."
With a gesture from Satoru, the transition from uncertain newcomer to enrolled student unfolded, marking the commencement of Naruto's odyssey within the halls of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
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A Soul Torn Asunder
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Beyond the traditional wooden building and the ancient forest of Mount Mushiro, the landscape shifted to a vast green field—a dedicated training ground nestled in the vicinity of Tokyo Jujutsu High. The vibrant grass stretched like an emerald carpet, kissed by the gentle breeze that carried the whispers of the nearby woods.
At the heart of this expanse lay a special athletic track, meticulously designed to cater to the unique needs of jujutsu sorcerers. Its surface, a resilient blend of materials, awaited the rhythmic cadence of footsteps and the discharge of cursed techniques.
The air hummed with a subtle energy, an amalgamation of nature's vitality and the supernatural resonance that defined Tokyo Jujutsu High. The training ground stood as a sanctuary for students, a space where the harmonious blend of physical prowess and curse manipulation converged, paving the way for the cultivation of sorcerous skills under the watchful canopy of Mount Mushiro.
Naruto, Yuta, and Toge settled on the steps of the training ground, their eyes fixed on the unfolding spectacle before them. Maki, armed with a staff, engaged in a dynamic dance with Panda, the anthropomorphic creation of Yaga's cursed technique.
The air crackled with the intensity of their exchanges. Maki's staff sliced through the air with precision, a testament to her mastery of the weapon. Panda, a paradox of strength and agility, countered with swift, powerful punches, each movement a display of Yaga's craftsmanship.
Every clash reverberated through the training ground, a symphony of martial prowess echoing against the backdrop of Mount Mushiro. The trio on the steps absorbed the spectacle, witnessing the artistry of combat within the realm of jujutsu sorcery—a fusion of skill, strategy, and the unyielding spirit of those who trained under the auspices of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
As Maki and Panda continued their sparring, Naruto's gaze wandered across the training ground, taking in the surroundings and the sparse presence of students.
"There aren't many students here, are there?"
Yuta, his eyes still on the sparring duo, responded with a nod."Awakening a curse isn't easy, especially for those not born into sorcerer clans. Some have curses since childhood, and they awaken them when they're older. But not everyone can do it."
"Salmon" Toge agreed.
Naruto, contemplating the intricacies of the jujutsu world, absorbed the realization that the path to becoming a sorcerer was fraught with challenges, a journey that demanded resilience and a connection with the supernatural that eluded many. The quietude of the training ground echoed with the unspoken struggles of those who aspired to awaken their curses within the walls of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Naruto's curiosity flared, prompting him to seek more knowledge about the elusive sorcerer clans."Yuta, what are these sorcerer clans you mentioned?"
Yuta, glancing at Naruto with a hint of historical weight in his eyes, began to unravel the tapestry of sorcery's legacy.
"The sorcerer clans have been around for thousands of years, even before Japan was formed. It all started with Sugawara no Michizane, a legendary sorcerer who later became one of the 3 Great Vengeful Spirits. In today's jujutsu world, three major clans hold significant power—the Gojo Clan, Zenin Clan, and Kamo Clan."
As the names echoed in the open space, Naruto sensed the gravity of the legacy that shaped the world of jujutsu sorcery, an intricate dance of lineage, history, and power that had transcended the ages.
Naruto, intrigued by the revelation of the three major clans, turned his attention back to Yuta."So, between the Gojo, Zenin, and Kamo Clans, who's the strongest?"
Yuta, his expression thoughtful, replied with a nuanced perspective.
"It's not that simple, Naruto-kun. Each clan has its unique qualities. The Gojo Clan, for instance, is known for the Six Eyes and the rare Limitless technique, which only emerges every 400 years. The Zenin Clan boasts a variety of inherited techniques, and the Kamo Clan specializes in blood manipulation techniques. Strength in the jujutsu world isn't just about raw power; it's about the unique advantages each clan brings to the table."
"Mustard leaf"
As Yuta unfolded the intricate tapestry of sorcerer clans, Naruto found himself lost in contemplation. The notion of clans and their unique attributes stirred a silent introspection within him. His thoughts, like wisps of curiosity, danced in the recesses of his mind, wondering about the origins of his own unusual curse.
'I have an unusual curse, does that mean I also come from a sorcerer clan? But which clan?'
Naruto pondered, the weight of uncertainty and the fragments of his enigmatic past converging within his thoughts. The training ground, with its echoes of sparring and the distant whispers of the ancient forest, became a canvas where Naruto's journey unfolded—one marked by questions that reached into the very core of his existence.
"Well-well, what do we have here? A new kid, huh?"
In the midst of Naruto's contemplation and Yuta and Toge's attentive observation of Maki and Panda's sparring, a voice pierced the tranquility from behind. The trio turned to find a tall man with a demeanor that echoed defiance—a striking figure with tan skin, magenta eyes, and slicked-back curly black hair. His slitted eyebrows and thin mustache accentuated the aura of a seasoned delinquent.
The air crackled with an unexpected presence as the man stood, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene with an intensity that hinted at an unspoken purpose. The training ground, once a haven of focused training, now bore witness to the arrival of a character who seemed to carry an air of intrigue and unpredictability.
"Ah, Umm ... Hakari-san. Yeah, as you can see," Yuta said awkwardly.
Hakari Kinji, the embodiment of a rebellious spirit, loomed over the training ground—a third-year student whose reputation preceded him. Satoru had spoken of Kinji with a mix of admiration and acknowledgment, alluding to a potential that surpassed even the seasoned sorcerer himself.
His tan skin and magenta eyes held a gaze that bore the weight of experience, while the rebellious charm of slicked-back curly black hair defined his presence. Slitted eyebrows and a thin mustache added to the aura of a figure whose very demeanor whispered tales of strength and defiance.
In the hushed corners of Tokyo Jujutsu High, Kinji's name echoed as a beacon of potential, a sorcerer whose capabilities reached the threshold of surpassing even the formidable Gojo Satoru. The training ground, now under the watchful eyes of Kinji, took on a new dynamic—a convergence of power and prowess that signaled the coexistence of rising stars within the enigmatic realm of jujutsu sorcery.
"Hmm, you have something interesting. What's your name, new kid?"
His magenta eyes sharp and discerning, cast a thorough gaze upon Naruto, dissecting the nuances that defined the newcomer. His observation, meticulous and calculated, delved beyond the surface, seeking the essence that lay beneath the vibrant exterior of the blonde sorcerer.
As his scrutiny unfolded, Kinji detected a flicker—a nascent potential, an untapped well of power that resonated within Naruto. Yet, in the intricate dance of observation, he recognized a rawness, an unrefined quality that suggested the journey of honing and unlocking the full extent of that latent energy.
"Umm...Name's Naruto. Nice to meet you, Hakari-san"
The training ground, now touched by the enigmatic gaze of Kinji, bore witness to the silent exchange—a meeting of two forces, one seasoned and the other burgeoning, each holding the promise of growth and revelation within the mystical corridors of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Kinji's slight grin lingered as he turned his attention to Yuta and Toge, the air heavy with the unspoken challenge that hung between them. "Okkotsu, Inumaki, Mind if I test the new kid?"
Yuta, chuckling awkwardly, exchanged a glance with Toge. The camaraderie between them and Kinji was far from close, and Yuta, with a hesitant smile, offered a prudent suggestion.
"Maybe hold off for a bit. Gojo-sensei will be here soon."
"Bonito flakes"
The training ground stood as a stage, tension veiled beneath the surface, as the question of testing Naruto hung in the air, awaiting the arrival of the enigmatic Gojo Satoru to cast his influence over the unfolding dynamics.
Kinji's grin tightened, a defiant glint in his magenta eyes as he dismissed the notion of delay. The impatience within him echoed through the silent expanse of the training ground, a declaration that he would proceed, whether the shadow of Satoru loomed over them or not.
"You know, I'm not one for waiting. Let's see what this new kid's got."
The air thickened with anticipation as Kinji, propelled by his own impulsive determination, set the stage for an unexpected clash—an unscripted encounter that defied the conventional rhythms of the jujutsu world, leaving the training ground poised on the precipice of revelation and challenge.
SWOOSH
"Shit!"
In the blink of an eye, Kinji materialized before Naruto, his raw fist hurtling towards the blonde with a ferocity that echoed the untamed spirit within him. The suddenness of the assault was a testament to Kinji's impulsive nature, catching Naruto off guard.
BREAK
Yet, like a fox sensing danger, Naruto's reflexes ignited with an instinctual grace. With an agile maneuver, he evaded the oncoming fist, leaving Kinji's power to collide with the unfortunate trees, creating craters in their wake.
'What kind of speed and power is that? That is beyond a human limit! '
The training ground crackled with the residual energy of the near collision, and Naruto, though quick in his response, couldn't help but register the startling speed and raw power that emanated from the third-year sorcerer. The unexpected dance between them unfolded, a prelude to a clash that resonated with the unbridled essence of jujutsu sorcery.
"Wait, Hakari-san! At least wait until Gojo-sensei-"
"Come on, Okkotsu. This won't take long. And don't you dare to use your technique on me, Inumaki"
"Caviar"
Kinji grin wider, his raw fist withdrawing, regarded Naruto with a newfound interest, a glint of curiosity in his magenta eyes.
"Not bad. You've got something."
Naruto, catching his breath, met Kinji's gaze with a mix of surprise and determination. "Thanks, I guess. What did you see?"
The enigmatic grin returning to Kinji face, leaned in."Something that's not quite polished yet. Not only that, you also got a 'fever'. Too bad your 'fever' is still low, and hasn't met my expectations."
The blondie was suddenly confused, why was Kinji suddenly talking about fever? 'What the? Is he a doctor or something?'
"Now get ready, kid. I'm not done yet"
SLIP
"Huh?"
In the midst of Kinji's intent to strike again, an unforeseen force disrupted the rhythm of his movements. He wavered, as though an invisible hand had seized him, and with a sudden gravitational pull, he descended to the ground.
"Ouch! What the hell?"
The atmosphere quivered with an otherworldly energy, and as Kinji struggled against the unseen force, the source revealed itself. Satoru's amplification technique, Blue, manifested its influence—a powerful magnetism that drew objects and individuals alike with an irresistible pull.
Satoru, appearing with an air of nonchalance, surveyed the scene with his signature grin.
"Now, now. Testing the new kid without me? That's not how we do things, Kinji."
"Tch, you know what I'm like. And why are you still bothering me?" Kinji snorted.
"Naruto-kun here still hasn't gotten his uniform. So, he's still considered a civilian. You can take it for fun next time. But, aren't you preparing yourself for tomorrow? You're going to get a promotion, you know?" The Damn Blindfolded said.
"Whatever. See you next time, Naruto. And when that time comes, I want your 'fever' to meet my expectations" Kinji stood up, brushed off the dust on his uniform and then left.
"Man, that boy is a total mess" Satoru sighed.
"Is he actually like that?" Naruto tilted his head, looking at Kinji's back which was slowly moving away.
"Ah, umm. He's actually nice, Naruto-kun. It's just, a little bit moody" Yuta was still acting awkwardly.
"Even so, he is one of the students who has the potential to be on the same level as me. He is truly built different," said Satoru, with a package in his hand. "Well, it's ready! Uniform for you!"
As Kinji departed, Satoru, the epitome of laid-back charm, shifted his focus to the package he carried. With a flourish, he unveiled its contents—an immaculate white Gakuran jacket adorned with resplendent gold buttons, mirroring the distinguished uniform worn by Yuta.
Satoru, grinning with a joyful glint in his eyes, presented the uniform to Naruto. "Time to ditch the casual look, Naruto-kun. Welcome to the official Tokyo Jujutsu High ensemble."
The training ground, witness to tests, clashes, and revelations, now bore witness to the transformation of Naruto—a symbolic initiation into the ranks of the sorcerers, marked by the distinctive attire that connected them within the tapestry of Jujutsu High.
Naruto, with genuine delight, accepted the uniform, fingers tracing the fabric with a sense of newfound belonging.
Yuta, his own smile reflecting the transformation in Naruto, spoke with a warmth that transcended words. "Looks good on you, Naruto. It's like a fresh start, isn't it?"
Naruto, still admiring the uniform, nodded appreciatively. "Yeah, it feels different. Like I'm part of something."
"Exactly. And hey, now we match. It's a symbol of the journey we'll share here."
As the two stood side by side, clad in the uniform that bridged their stories, the training ground bore witness to a moment of camaraderie—a shared chapter unfolding amidst the mysteries of Jujutsu.
RINGING
Amidst the camaraderie and uniform festivities, Satoru felt the vibration of his phone, prompting a nonchalant grin.
"Hold on a sec, kids. Got a call coming in. Mind if I take it?"
Yuta, still adjusting the uniform, nodded with a smile. "Sure, Sensei. We'll manage with these."
Satoru, stepping away with a casual salute, answered the call, leaving Yuta and Naruto to their uniform duties—a brief interlude in the lively rhythm of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
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Under the embrace of a shady tree, Satoru answered the call, the playful glint in his eyes giving way to a more focused demeanor.
"So, Yuki. What's up?"
Yuki's voice echoed through the phone, her tone carrying the weight of newfound knowledge. "Gojo-kun, I finished researching about Naruto-kun's pendant. It's not just an accessory. It's a clan symbol—an ancient one. There's something significant about it."
Satoru's intrigue heightened, his expression reflecting the gravity of Yuki's findings."Tell me everything. What's the deal with that pendant?"
Yuki's voice carried through the phone, unraveling the mystery of Naruto's pendant. "That spiral symbol on Naruto-kun's pendant—it's the mark of an ancient clan. They predate even Sugawara no Michizane, longer than your clan's lineage."
Satoru's casual demeanor shifted, a gasp escaping him as the weight of Yuki's revelation settled. "An ancient clan? Longer than Michizane's era? Now that's something."
Yuki's revelations continued, the name of the ancient clan leaving a lingering resonance. "It's the Uzumaki clan. They known for their cursed techniques, specializing in sealing. They've got abundant cursed energy and a lifespan that stretches long."
'Uzumaki? It was exactly like Suguru's ultimate technique. Is it a coincidence that they share the same name?' his shock palpable, responded with a question that pierced the heart of the matter.
"What about what's inhabited his body? Any connection to the Uzumaki's cursed techniques?"
The air hung heavy with the weight of a lineage revealed, and the mysteries that clung to Naruto's existence took on a new layer, entwined with the legacy of the Uzumaki clan.
Yuki, her voice carrying the weight of a revelation, took a deep breath as she prepared to unveil the depths of Naruto's enigma.
"Brace yourself, Gojo-kun. What's inside Naruto-kun is unlike anything we've dealt with before. It's worse than Okkotsu-kun and Orimoto Rika's cases."
Satoru's gaze sharpened, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of Yuki's words. "Worse? What is it, Yuki?"
"The legendary monster. One of the Nine-Tailed Beasts—the Nine-tailed Demon Fox, Kyuubi." her tone laced with a sense of foreboding, dropped the revelation that would resonate through the corridors of jujutsu history.
The weight of Yuki's revelation hung heavy in the air, and Satoru's usually composed demeanor faltered for a moment. The phone, a lifeline to the unfolding truth, teetered in his grip as the shock registered deep within him.
The revelation that Naruto harbored the Kyuubi, a legendary force among the Nine-Tailed Beasts, struck Satoru with a magnitude comparable to the seismic shifts of his past. The impact reverberated through the corridors of his memory, resonating more profoundly than the moment when his closest friend, Geto Suguru, veered onto a divergent path—a path that could be described as betrayal.
Aware of the weight of the information she had dropped, conveyed a promise through the phone. "I'll explain everything in detail when I visit Tokyo. Some things are better said in person."
The shock still lingering, nodded even though Yuki couldn't see. "Alright, Yuki. Bring all the details when you come. This is one conversation we can't have through a phone."
In the waning moments of the call, Yuki, burdened with the weight of the revelation, broached the inevitable question.
"What should we do about Naruto-kun? Having him at Jujutsu High is like holding a ticking bomb. It's different from Okkotsu-kun and Orimoto Rika. It's more volatile."
"Honestly, Yuki, I'm not sure yet. We'll figure it out. But one thing's for sure—we can't let those damn geezers know the truth about Naruto-kun." his usual confidence momentarily eclipsed, responded with a hint of uncertainty.
"Damn geezers?" understanding the gravity of Satoru's words, sought clarification.
"Who else? Those fucking higher-ups. They'll see Naruto as a threat, and we both know their solution to threats: execution."
"Yeah, you're right. They really make me sick" Yuki chuckled in her research room.
"So do I. OK, thank you for telling me about this, Yuki. This means a lot to me."
"No problem. Just call me if you need additional information"
As the call ended, the weight of secrecy and the impending decisions hung in the air, leaving the training ground enveloped in a shroud of uncertainty and impending revelations.
"Legendary monster? Nine-tailed fox? Bring it on!" The Six Eyes and Limitless user no longer feels worried, he is actually challenged in handling Naruto.
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A Soul Torn Asunder
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To Be Continued
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Hello everyone, sorry if this update took a little longer than usual. There are several things to keep me busy at the end of this year.
Once again, there are still many shortcomings in my writing. I will try to improve it from chapter to other chapter.
And one more thing,
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!