"So you're the reversed cursed technique user…" Adam said skeptically, watching the brown haired nurse flitter around him like a curious mosquito.

"So your accent really is that thick…" Shoko hummed in reply, lifting up the boy's shirt and placing a warm hand over the wound inflicted by his spear. Adam clicked his tongue and the nurse let out a chuckle.

"I heard it's an advanced technique, but how do you do it?" He gestured to the freshly healed wounds on his torso and the woman hummed in thought before lighting up a cigarette.

"It's…" Adam listened intently as Shoko gained a thoughtful look on her face. "Kinda like a fwoosh, not a kablam like a lapse technique." She nodded to herself in agreement, as if that was supposed to back up her point.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" The boy asked annoyedly, just in time for Gojo to teleport in. The man had a wide grin on his face as he sauntered over, planting his elbow on Shoko's shoulder; the woman shrugs him off with a scowl.

"I'm guessing you asked her about reversed cursed technique?" Adam's glare seems to be enough of an answer from the way the man laughs out loud. "Shoko's a horrible teacher." He added, his smile only growing wider as Adam rolled his eyes.

The boy flopped onto his back with a heavy sigh, "two missions in a day is exhausting."

"Add breaking through a grade or two and that would make sense." Gojo smirked, hovering over Adam's face to look down at him. "Can't believe you were holding out on me! Your cursed technique is pretty powerful if you can go from nothing to semi grade 2 levels of cursed energy in a moment."

"It's not a technique, it's just a curse." The boy glanced to the side, his eyes focusing on something nobody else can see. His eyes settled on the number below his stats '65 stat points' his eyes slowly drifted up to the abysmally low numbers hanging above his point stock.

-STATUS-

Name: Adam Revine

Age: 15

Level: 19

Occupation: Student

Health: 190/190

Cursed Energy: 310/310

Stamina: 90/140

-Stats-

Health: 9

Strength: 4

Cursed Energy: 30

Endurance: 4

Charisma: 6

Unspent points: 65

"Are you going to start using it?" Gojo inquired, staring at the same spot of empty air Adam was.

"No" Adam turned his head towards his teacher, only to see his blindfold slightly lifted; the man's glassy blue eyes faintly glowing from between his fingers. "You can see it?"

"Faintly." The man hummed, "I can see a border, and a few numbers." Adam nodded before maneuvering his body to block Gojo's sight. "I can still see it." Gojo said giddily, seemingly enjoying his student's annoyance.

"Can you see this?" Adam held his hand back with the middle finger pointed upwards, causing Gojo to laugh. The boy's eyes drifted back down to below the unspent skill points prompt.

-Skills-

Cursed energy manipulation [1/100]

Cursed tendril [1/100]

-Inventory-

'These 'skills' formed after I defeated the vengeful curse.' Adam taps on the name of the skill experimentally, causing a description box to slide in underneath the skill name.

-Cursed energy manipulation [1/100]-

Your ability to mold, direct, and utilize cursed energy. The higher the level of this skill, the easier it is to control cursed energy.

There are 4 potential evolutions for this skill.

-Cursed tendril [1/100]-

Adam's first skill created by cursed energy. It's a simple thread of cursed energy that can be used as a rope or grappling tool.

There are no potential evolutions for this skill.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Adam shrieked at Gojo's sudden appearance beside him, blindfold now returned to its usual place.

"It gave me some skills…created them?" Adam shrugged, not hiding the fact he hasn't put any effort into studying his cursed technique.

"Like an RPG game?" Gojo hovered around Adam's shoulders childishly, and the boy gave up on trying to block his nonexistent view of the screen. Adam sent him a glare before sighing heavily; he'd only ever played one of those games once, and he did not enjoy it.

"Yes." He finally confirmed, hiding a scowl under a cold exterior as Gojo seemed to light up in joy.

"That's so cool!" He gushed, dragging the boy from the room after a quick wave to his old classmate. Adam tried to shake him off, but his hands never seemed to be able to reach the white haired man.

"Where the hell are you taking me, Kakashi!?" The man laughed at the reference while ragging the boy up the stairs to the ground floor. He'd never had a reason to complain about Shoko's clinic being underground -it was better that way for her safety- but he's sure that his new student had one, judging by the way he groaned in pain every time his back hit a new stair. Sure, he could lift his student up, but where was the fun in that? "I really hate you." Said boy spat out once they reached the top, his right hand rubbing the bottom of his back in an attempt to subdue the pain.

"Don't worry, it's not like it will bruise or anything." Gojo waved his hand around lazily. Adam grunted in response, reluctantly standing to his feet despite the exhaustion running through him. "We'll pick up classes tomorrow, with or without Megumi. He may be assigned a mission if we're lucky, and that will give me some time to catch you up to speed on curses."

"Megumi? Ah, Fushigoro." Adam nodded to himself. "Since you're using his first name, that must mean you're close to him, right?" If his knowledge about Japan was correct, first names were a big deal compared to the rest of the world; or at least the western side.

Gojo hummed in confirmation, "I've had him and his sister under my protection since he was in grade school. The Zenin family wanted to put him under their control."

"Who are they?" Adam asked in response. Gojo reached out and put a hand on the boy's head, messing up his hair. Adam quickly took his head out of the man's grasp with a frown.

"We'll get to them in our lesson tomorrow. So I guess that will make it a history one." Gojo smiled joyfully before clapping his hands together, vanishing from his previous position. Adam sighed loudly before looking around. He was in the middle of a small clearing, surrounded by greenery with only the pagoda in the distance as a landmark.

"Of course he left me out in the middle of nowhere." Adam groaned, beginning his trudge back to the main campus.

Adam woke up at around 9:30 to a soft knocking at his door. It took less than a minute for him to shed his silk, bear patterned pajamas and put on an outfit. A white shirt with black buttons and black slacks running down his legs. While changing, he narrowed his eyes in confusion at the door, "I didn't have any planned visitors, who is it?"

It took a few moments for the person to respond; once they did, it was clear they were doing it reluctantly. "It's Fushigoro." The boy's monotone voice pierced the door like a bullet.

"Oh?" Adam pulled a pair of socks out of his dresser and slid them on. "Then fuck off." He chuckled internally at the sound of Fushigoro's quick exhale. He doesn't hear the boy leave however, so he eventually heads to the door and slides it open. The boy is standing there, his hand raised to knock, "What is it?" Adam asks.

"I want to talk to you." Despite his equal tone, Adam can hear the embarrassment underlying it. Adam's eyes narrow slightly before he pushes past the boy and heads down the hall.

"I have class, save your words for someone who cares." He growls before turning the corner. Fushigoro's hand slowly falls to his side, his eyes drifting towards the floor in sync. The boy quickly shuffled back to his room in order to get ready; the mission he'd received earlier in the morning to precede his teenage drama.

Adam only had a slight limp as he walked through the temple towards his classroom, a fact he was proud of. When he finally made it to the door of his class, he heard not one but two voices inside. Without bothering to eavesdrop, the boy slid open the door and took his seat. After a few minutes, Gojo and his friend turned towards him.

His white haired teacher stood at the front of the classroom, his arm hanging lazily around a blonde man's shoulder. Said blonde man was wearing a pair of circular glasses with silver rims; weirdly, they lacked the arms that would usually hang around a person's ears. His fashion sense aligned more to the style of a businessman than a sorcerer, but Adam knew that the only people who made it anywhere in the world of jujutsu sorcery were the ones with weird quirks.

Before he could analyze the man's clothing any further, Gojo gestured to the man with a flourish; the man stepped away from him with a look of annoyance. "This here is Nanami Kento, a good friend of mine!"

"And he's here, why?" Adam frowned; he didn't think he needed two lecturers for a history lesson.

"I was brought in to teach you about handling cursed energy and its applications." Nanami responded, ignoring the way Gojo had his mouth open to respond. "I know you were expecting a history lesson today but…" He gestured silently towards the white haired man.

"I just couldn't pass up the chance to introduce you two! I saw him picking up a mission earlier, so I decided to invite him along!" Gojo chirped excitedly. Nanami sighed quietly before turning to the blackboard in the room and grabbing a piece of chalk.

"I shall get started so as to not waste both yours and my time." Adam smiled genuinely at that; it was a breath of fresh air to have someone who actually cared about his time.

"Thank you sir." Adam bowed slightly, trying his best to show his gratitude.

"Hey! Why don't you ever thank me!?" Gojo squawked. Nanmi expertly ignored him while continuing to draw diagrams on the board.

"Because of 3-no 4 reasons." Adam held up said amount of fingers with a smirk. "First, you have no respect for me." A finger went down. "Second, you have no respect for the people around you." Another. "Third, you almost got me killed on the first day I met you." He left one finger up, his middle. "Finally, you annoy me."

Gojo frowned, the first real show of any emotion besides his fake jovial personality, before bouncing back almost immediately. "I have plenty of respect for you!" He replied happily; he was about to explain before Nanami put down his chalk. Adam's attention immediately went towards the board.

"I'm sure you at least know the basics of cursed energy, so I'll be explaining some of the more nuanced things like binding vows, innate techniques, cursed tools, and special traits cursed energy can carry." Nanami spoke, standing to the side of the board in order to give Adam a better look at the board. "We will start with cursed tools, as they are the easiest to explain." The blonde man rubbed off the diagrams on the board and reached behind his back, fetching what seemed to be a blunt butcher's knife with zebra spotted fabric covering the blade. "This is the cursed tool that I use in order to utilize my cursed technique to its fullest." He held out the weapon for a few moments before walking towards Adam and handing it to him.

Adam looked down at the weapon in his hand, noticing a feeling he'd never felt before. It was a quiet hum, like a vibrating electric toothbrush, yet it didn't seem to move. "Cursed tools are classified as weapons with cursed energy imbued into them. Cursed tools made by sorcerers who do not specialize in the ability to make cursed tools are called semi-cursed tools. The one in your hand was created by me, and therefore it is not a true cursed tool." As he spoke, he scratched each sentence into the black board in a dot point list. "Gojo told me you use cursed tools in combat often, which category do they fall into?" Adam glanced at said weapons, which are laying next to his desk in their usual golf bag.

"My first weapon, the spear, is a true cursed tool. It has a special ability ingrained into it, and was created back in the 9th century by my mother's ancestors." He didn't notice how Nanami's eyes widened minutely.

"I see, and your mother's ancestors were smiths?" Nanami pushed his glasses up with a blank look.

"Maybe?" Adam shrugged in response before looking at his second weapon. "My sword is a replica of another cursed weapon, created by my mother. The original is locked in my family's vault."

"And was she a smith?"

"No, but she was a damn good mother." Adam smiled happily at the bag; specifically the shining silver pommel of his sword.

"Hmm, I see." Nanami rearranged his glasses again. "We're going to take a quick detour from what I had planned." Adam looked up at him quizzically. "Why did you decide to become a sorcerer?"

Without even hesitating, Adam's eyes meet the blonde man's own. "I didn't. I've been booted here by my family, since they didn't want me around."

Gojo, who had been sitting idly by in a corner seat watching the lesson, sighs quietly to himself. "I see." Nanami responds, taking his weapon back from the boy and stepping behind the podium. "If you don't want to tell me, just say that. Lying is for children." The man tilts his head towards Gojo, a frown on his face. "I will be leaving now." The man bows slightly before making his way out of the door, leaving a frowning Adam and a silent Gojo alone in the room. Said silver haired man shakes his head slightly before making his way to the front of the classroom.

It didn't take a genius to see that Gojo was disappointed, and Adam was no idiot; the man's normally bright face had taken on a more cold exterior, with his usual smile being replaced by a thin line of indifference. "He was right, you know." Adam's eyes narrow at the man, but he either doesn't care or doesn't notice as he turns to wipe down the blackboard. "Lying is childish, and being a jujutsu sorcerer is no game. Be true to yourself, find something to fight for, otherwise you won't last long out there." When he turns around, Adam can feel his unnaturally blue eyes glaring into his soul despite them being covered. "I have never had a student of mine die in the field, and you will not be the one to change that." For the first time, Adam recognized the man in front of him as Satoru Gojo, the honored one, the world's strongest sorcerer, not the man he referred to as 'Blindfold'; a once forgotten sense of fear washed over the boy's body like a raging typhoon. "Give up on being accepted into your previous family, they did not deserve you and you are beyond them."

Adam's frown hardened into a scowl as he stared at the man who had everything. "You will never know what my life was like." He'd long ago realized his family didn't deserve him, but it was all he had. "To have nothing, to be scorned by the people around you; you won't ever understand how that feels." He wouldn't show anger, the man in front of him didn't deserve it. Gojo's hand lifted up to his blindfold at a snail's pace before he suddenly tore off his blindfold and glared at his new student.

"You're right." His voice was quiet, but strong. "But I don't need to understand how you feel in order to help you grow." "

"Even if I don't know why I want to be a sorcerer?" Adam asked quietly.

"Even if you don't know why you want to be a sorcerer. Though, I think somewhere in you, something has already been decided." Gojo walked down from the podium and put a hand on his student's shoulder. Adam slapped it away with a small smile before leaving the room.

"I have some things I need to think about." He announced, "and a broody teenager to talk to." Gojo laughed for a few moments before waving the boy off.

"I'm ready to hear you out now." Fushigoro turned around to see Adam standing at the entrance to the pagoda. The black haired boy sighed, rubbing a hand over his scalp before gesturing to his classmate to follow him; his report could wait a few more minutes to be processed.

The ten shadows user led his classmate around the pagoda and towards the training field they had fought in 4 days prior. Adam's mouth thinned out as the silence stretched in length from seconds to minutes.

Finally, Megumi stopped in front of a line of vending machines and dug around in his pocket for a few coins. He slid them into an orange colored one and pressed one of the buttons twice before turning to his white haired classmate with a blank look. Adam watched him appraisingly as the machine next to the black haired boy rattled for a few moments before spitting out two iced coffees. "Here." Megumi threw it over and Adam snatched it out of the air. "I wanted to apologize for what I said on the first day. I don't really know where you came from, nor do I understand your circumstances, so I think it's a bit unfair for me to treat you how I have been."

Adam narrowed his eyes at the boy before cracking open his coffee. "So Blindfold spilled the beans, huh?" Fushigoro didn't outwardly react, only cracking open his own coffee and taking a sip.

"No, not really." His face scrunches up slightly at the bitter tasting drink and he begins swirling the can around with his hand. "I just think I was too hard on you." The black haired boy looks up to see his classmate with his eyes closed. "Revine?"

Adam hums in response, taking in a deep breath. "Let me tell you a story, Fushigoro." He sips his drink before taking a seat on a nearby bench, one with flaky red paint and rusted borders. Megumi takes the hint and sits next to him. "There once was a boy that was different from everyone else around him. While the other kids would play with their fire, that boy would stare at a blue screen. When the adults found out about his special power, they locked him away. His mother didn't like that." A deep breath causes the boy's body to shudder, and the grip on his can tightens. "That boy used to hear his parents arguing from beyond the door he was trapped behind, but one day the voices stopped. He was happy, happy that his parents had stopped arguing and he began to think that he would be free soon. Those hopes were shattered when he received a duffel bag containing a pair of weapons; his mothers parting gift." Fushigoro's eyes widened minutely. It was obvious the white haired boy had been talking about himself, but that last line had confirmed it.

"In the beginning, he thought his mother was just going on a trip. He used to ask where she was through the door, only to be ignored. He used to cry and scream for attention, only to be ignored. One day he gave up, and nothing changed. He was in his room for so long his skin became as pale as a ghost, his hair quickly followed. By the time he was 11, his hair had gone from its natural black to a snow white. The only recognizable feature he kept from before his entrapment were the blazing orange eyes his family was known for." Adam downs the rest of his coffee, his orange eyes focusing on the wall of vending machines opposite him. "Eventually, they wanted their room back, so they kicked the boy out and shipped him off to a not so random country. That boy is me, by the way."

Fushigoro rolls his eyes, finishing off his coffee with a large gulp. "I couldn't tell."

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