That guest lol: "Hi, its me again. By the way that comment about extra cursed energy for megumi was meant for another story, spacifickly for "Jujutsu Kaisen: Reborn as Potential man" by HeliosTheDepressed (a realy good story) it wasint about this one. Sorry for the confiusion... Im just a dumass that confiused the two somehow.

As for the chapter... Adam gets not only have a broken black flash spear and find some new discoveryes about his techniqe, but fricking Excalibur is coming soon! I think that the world building was an awsome adition to becouse prior to the chapter the only thing we realy knew about sorcerery not from japan was that there is a fire bender clan in England. After some serches the timeline and world building seem to make so much sense to, wich is awsome! Next thing we know the greek gods will be revieled as ancient curse users or something equaly as cool to read. Point is, the chapter was amaizing 11/10."

It's all good man don't worry, I was a bit confused but it gave me a good reason to reread what I was writing again, so thank you for that. Yeah, Excalibur is gonna be pretty cool, even if you won't see it until later; the world building felt a bit out of place in my opinion, but I made sure to make it coincide with real world events for those who wanted to research it. More cool stuff will definitely be coming in the future, thank you for your continued support!

melone71009: "Peak Gojo"

Gojo is indeed peak, especially in the way he makes Megumi's life interesting by pestering him constantly.

Melone71009: "Proper British attire"

Most definitely! Everyone in Britain 100% walks around in dark coats and clothes like noir detectives from old books.


"Adam, this is Kusakabe Atsuya, your new sword teacher." Gojo gestured to the frowning man with a wide grin. He was wearing a long brown coat with a suit underneath, the bright blue tie around his neck being the only semblance of any color on the outfit.

Kusakabe ran a hand through his spiked up brown hair, rolling the lollipop in his mouth across his lips lazily. "Look, Gojo, you said you had something important for me to do." The man's tone held no small amount of disdain at the prospect of important work. "If what you meant was looking after one of your kids while you went on a mission, I'm going to have to pass."

Gojo laughed heartily at the man's rejection. "Are you trying to push off teaching me to other sorcerers?"

"Nope! I'm just not too experienced with blades; this man however, is basically our leading expert." Gojo slapped his student's back hard enough to send him stumbling forward. Kusakabe raised his hands lazily to catch the boy, earning a grin from the strongest sorcerer standing opposite him. "Look at that! You're already attached at the hip!" He laughed, pulling out his phone to supposedly take a picture.

Kusakabe immediately pushed the boy off of him, gently enough so as to not send him to the ground. "I already said I'm not doing this." Gojo's expression dropped slightly before he flipped around his phone.

"Aww, I guess this million yen I sent you will go to waste then." The man sighed comically, "it'd be enough for your sister to buy that new car she wanted as well." Gojo held out his other hand expectantly, "just hand over your phone and I'll send the money back through."

Atsuya groaned loudly before turning away. "Fine. Kid, you're with me; I'll see where you're at first." He ordered, beginning to walk towards one of the sprint tracks dotted around the school. Adam glanced back at his teacher for confirmation, only to receive a shooing motion in return before Gojo disappeared.

Seeing his new mentor already far away, Adam quickly jogged after him in order to catch up. "So as you heard, I'm Adam." The boy greeted, earning an affirmative grunt in return.

By the time they reached the training ground, they hadn't said any more words to each other. As soon as Adam's boots hit the fresh grass though, Kusakabe's demeanor changed; his lazy posture became slightly more serious as he flicked up his coat to reveal a long katana attached within. "I'm only doing this for the money by the way, so I don't plan on making any extra concessions for you."

Adam grabbed his copy of Caliburn from the sheath on his hip, holding it out with his right hand. "So you're saying you're not going to hold back?" He didn't receive a response, only the sunlight reflecting off of his new teacher's katana into his eyes before a thin edge of steel was at his throat.

"That's one to me." Kusakabe said dryly, pulling his sheath from his coat and sliding it into his belt. "Even Miwa was better on her first attempt. But I guess that's because she stopped talking." Adam glared in annoyance at the man for his hypocrisy, raising sword slightly higher in a defensive stance.

'Compared to his katana, Caliburn is rather short. I'll need to get in close to cut off his range of motion.' The boy took a single step forward, and was met with the end of Kusakabe's blade in his face.

"Focus. You were thinking for too long and missed me thrusting towards you." Kusakabe stepped backwards a few times and prepared a stance, the first time he'd done so throughout the entire 'lesson'. "Two for me. We'll finish when you hit a killing blow."

"Are there any other rules?" Adam inquired, tilting his body slightly in order to hide his body behind his sword.

"Swordplay only, if it wasn't obvious already." Kusakabe responded, "cursed energy is allowed as well." He tagged on moments afterwards. As soon as his last words were spoken, Adam dashed forward, bringing his sword back for a sweeping strike.

Atsuya raised his own blade, smacking Adam's away with his superior strength before kicking him in the stomach while the boy was recovering. His body buckled, but couldn't fall too far before Kusakabe's blade was in front of his face. "Three for me, I'm sure you've heard the expression 'swords are an extension of a swordsman's body'; people like to believe that means they will only use their blades in a fight. They won't." Kusakabe expected Adam to take a few steps back to recuperate and as such was surprised when he found the boy's shortsword poised to stab through his heart.

The grade one sorcerer dodged the attempt at a stab, grabbing the boy's sleeve with his left arm and pulling him into his knee for another stomach strike. He was once again surprised when he found the attack stopped by Adam's left palm, but recovered quickly and slammed the hilt of his sword into the back of the boy's head.

Adam hit the ground with a loud thud, the accompanying groan only confirming sending him to the grass was powerful. "Good use of your hands, I didn't expect you to feint a fatal attack just so you could get in close." The man conceded, taking a few steps backwards in order to build up distance. "Still though, you look more used to fighting with other weapons rather than swords."

"That'd make sense." Adam groaned out as he planted his hands on the grass in order to stand up. "My main weapon right now is my spear, but Blindfold told me to bring this today." He held out the cloned tool with a sigh. "I think it's in preparation for the delivery I have coming later in the year."

"Do you have a weapon coming in from your home country?" Kusakabe inquired, sheathing his sword temporarily as they spoke. "I'm guessing another shortsword?"

"No, this one should be a broadsword." Adam glanced at the weapon in his hand. "Why the hell did he even ask me to bring this anyway? It's a two handed broadsword, not a one handed shortblade." Kusakabe scratched his head lazily at the rhetorical question.

"What a pain." Atsuya mumbled, "Follow me, I'll grab you a broadsword from our tool warehouse. It'd be good to know where it is, just in case your weapon ever breaks." The man lazily strode off the track field, leaving Adam to try and catch up to him again.

"You're getting paid for this, the least you can do is not ditch me." Adam said once he caught up. Atsuya huffed out something unintelligible, causing Adam to sigh, "look, clearly you don't want to do this. The second years arrived a couple of days from their mission, and I hear one of them is a weapons expert. I'll tell Blindfold that you taught me for the day but I'll go learn from them, sound good? Because right now, this is a waste of both yours and my time." Despite it sounding harsh, Adam only meant to share an idea that'd be best for both of them; Kusakabe however, seemed to dislike the idea.

"I've already been paid so I'm going to see this through." The man simply replied, earning a groan from his new pupil.

"Why does money matter so much to you? Sorcerers get paid a boatload, especially stronger ones like you." Adam asked, remembering the example his teacher had given him.

Fourth grade sorcerers usually picked up full time jobs because they didn't make enough money from contracts, but with both sources of income, they could usually live pretty comfortably. Third grade sorcerers might need a part time job based on how many jobs they do a week, but can easily live comfortably if they put in the hours required. Semi grade 2 sorcerers fell in the same line as their predecessors, but could probably take a vacation or two a year depending on how many high ranked missions they took. Once a sorcerer reached grade 2, it was normal for them to be able to live comfortably day to day as long as they took a few contracts each week. Semi grade 1 sorcerers could get away with living comfortably as long as they took a single job each week, and taking more than that would give them plenty of funds to support a more frivolous lifestyle or any children they may have. Grade 1 sorcerers earned almost as much money as 2 full time jobs put together if they carried out 2 contracts a week, the same thing goes for special grade 1 sorcerers. Special grade sorcerers were in a league of their own, earning enough money to have full world trips almost weekly if they chose to. At that point, they may pick up some volunteering work for schools or the government to cure their boredom.

The problem with those descriptions though, was that they were inaccurate. Despite earning enough money to travel the world, a sorcerer would barely have enough time to get to the airport before they were called in again; lower ranked sorcerers were worked to the bone just to be able to afford a house to live in, and the lack of spare time didn't allow them to pick up a fulltime job to support themselves. It's the same reason lower ranked sorcerers often exile themselves from the jujutsu world, and therefore also the reason that others are pushed even harder. High grade sorcerers picked up volunteering work so they wouldn't be worked to the bone, preferring to raise others that would do that for them.

A constant cycle of watching others die and fighting horrors beyond a normal person's comprehension for not a speck of gratitude or praise, that is the life of a jujutsu sorcerer.

"I don't pick up many jobs, so I don't have much money." Kusakabe answered.

"Why not? They aren't that hard." Adam answered simply. Atsuya reached into his coat pocket and pulled out another lollipop, replacing the finished one in his mouth with the new one.

There was a distant look on his face as he answered, "that's exactly why. I'm one of the more normal sorcerers compared to the rest of the bag. You don't even bat an eye when you kill the culmination of somebody's emotions or stumble across a scene straight out of a horror movie, I don't have that kind of resilience. It's pitiful, but sometimes I need up to a month after a job to recuperate; to me, you all seem insane."

"Really?" Adam asked, not understanding his assessment. "I was kind of sheltered growing up, so I don't really get what's so weird about it. We're like the police force for the supernatural,at least that's what I consider it." He never really thought of the gruesome scenes he'd have to face, the ones he'd run into so far were simple stab wounds and such. "They're just dead bodies." He shrugged, ignorant to the look of barely hidden horror on his teacher's face.

By the time Adam turned to look at his teacher's reaction, Kusakabe had already schooled his expression into a more neutral one. "I see…" He mumbled simply. "It's often said that to make it as a sorcerer, you have to be slightly insane; I thought it might be different with the younger generations after teaching Miwa, but I guess I was wrong."

Adam scratched the side of his cheek, an embarrassed blush on his face. "Sorry about that. I just think it's better to be honest about how I feel upfront nowadays."

"Don't worry about it." Atsuya replied, his gaze shifting from a blank one to a questioning one as he finished digesting the words his 'student' had said. "What do you mean by, nowadays?"

Adam stretched his arms behind his back, buying himself some time before he answered, "a few days ago I was on a mission with Fushigoro and we were attacked by a curse user. We almost got killed, but I managed to escape and call Blindfold; he dealt with the problems while I took Fushigoro to the hospital."

"So just a mission gone awry huh?" Kusakabe nodded to himself. "I've had a few of those." Adam had a blank look on his face, which caused the man a small degree of discomfort. "Is something wrong?"

"No, I was just thinking about the mission. It was basically the first time I used my cursed technique outside of a single exception." Adam hummed in thought, "it was weird. I hated using it so much just last week, but after that mission, I've begun to see it as more of a blessing than a curse. There was no way we would've survived if not for its abilities, we would've been trapped in the curse user's veil along with Mahoraga–" Kusakabe's lollipop was sucked into the back of his throat "-and the curse user himself." The brown haired man broke into a coughing fit.

Adam tapped on his back a few times, allowing the man to spit out the stick that was attached to the sucker and replace it with a new one. "D-did you say Mahoraga?" He asked between coughs. When Adam nodded in confirmation, the man's jaw dropped, the candy following along with it. "As in the supreme shikigami of the Zenin clan?"

"I think so? Are there any other Mahoragas you know?" Adam smirked childishly at his new teacher.

Kusakabe clicked his tongue in annoyance at the boy's sarcastic remark before sighing. "Let's leave this conversation for another time, we're here." The man gestured towards a large wooden building with dusty windows and a sign saying 'Gear' across the top of the door frame. "It isn't our cursed tool warehouse, so don't be expecting anything like that one on your hip." The man explained, digging into his coat for a few moments before procuring a ring of rusty keys. "We'll grab you a sword, and then we can begin practice again, though we have a bit of a trek until we get back on school grounds."

Adam narrowed his eyes at the man, who had just finished unlocking the door. "We're off school grounds? Doesn't that mean we're also outside of Tengen's barriers?" Kusakabe nodded in response before picking up a worn piece of paper within a pigeon hole next to the entrance.

"Huh, I guess someone else actually uses this." The man noticed, picking up the pen that had been laying next to it and scratching in his name. "If you're ever around here again and need to borrow something, make sure you write down your name, the date, your grade, and whatever you took out." Kusakabe held up the paper and gestured to each column on the graph as he talked. "As you can see, we had a grade 4 sorcerer named Hebiyama Satsuki come through here and borrow a bow about a month back; the return time is 2 weeks, so if we look inside we'll see that–" Atsuya swung the door open and the duo's noses were immediately assaulted by the stench of old blood.

The sounds of crunching echoed from within the depths of the old weapons closet, distracting the two from the sour smell of rotten flesh permeating the air. "I feel like my luck hasn't been too good lately." Adam sighed, removing his sword from the sheath on his waist and holding the blade out. "The longer I'm in this country, the more curses appear around me. It's starting to get annoying."

While his 'student' was talking, Atsuya was trying to swallow the bile that had pooled at the back of his throat. This was the exact type of thing he tried to avoid; gruesome murder scenes caused by curses. He didn't even notice Adam stride right past him into the dark depths of the warehouse with an annoyed groan.

"You…found me?" A croaky voice asked. Without an ounce of hesitation, Adam beheaded it with his blade.

"Extermination complete." Adam glanced down at the torn up body beside him, trying to ignore the cracked ribs and exposed organs that were littering the area. A quick gag echoing from his left alerted the boy to Atsuya's presence, the sound almost making him throw up himself. "I need a tarp or something." His boots softly splashed against the crimson colored life fluid coating the floor, creating ripples as he walked.

Kusakabe watched the boy turn away to find said object with unhidden horror. 'What the fuck?! That's all he has to say after finding a woman's mutilated body in the back of a dark warehouse?!' Feeling disgusted with not just the sight in front of him but also the boy he was supposed to be tutoring, Atsuya made his swift exit from the building; he hadn't even considered it before, but maybe it was a good idea to take the boy's offer.

By the time Adam had procured a black tarp from one of the weapon barrels, the man who was supposed to be his teacher had disappeared. With a huff of disappointment, Adam wrapped the tarp around the woman's body. Droplets of tears splattered against the black plastic like rain on concrete, "could've at least helped me lift her out." The sounds of soles scuffing against concrete echoed through the warehouse as Adam slowly dragged the woman away.

Once he was back in the sun, Adam looked towards the pagoda in the distance. He was almost two miles out, and there was a slight incline he'd have to worry about; especially if he dragged the body up instead of carrying it, the material would be destroyed by the dirt and gravel. "This coat is going to be a pain to wash." The boy wiped his nose with his sleeve before hoisting the tarp over his shoulder like a rolled up carpet, trying to ignore both the smell and the squelching sounds coming from inside. "I wish there was cell service around here, it'd make it easier if I could just call Fushigoro to come and help me."

His trek was slow, and painful. In order to not spill any extra blood while on his way, Adam was forced to take the longest route with the slowest incline; the only bonus of that route being that it had cell service a bit closer than the other one. So, as soon as that little bar appeared on the top right hand side of his phone screen, Adam called his teacher for a pickup.

There was barely a single ring before the phone was answered. "Hello?" His voice sounded incredibly joyful, and the sounds of screaming families could be heard through the phone. Confident his teacher wouldn't commit genocide, Adam was left with the conclusion that his teacher was at an amusement park.

"I thought you could fly? Why are you on a rollercoaster?" Adam asked, flicking a nearby rock off the trail and into some nearby bushes. The woman's body lay against a tree nearby while he talked, well within line of vision.

"Who said I was on a mere rollercoaster? I'm on the rollercoaster, Adam." Gojo responded, another scream from some random civilian adding only further truth to his statement.

"Uh-huh. Back to the point, I found a body in the weapons warehouse. Since it's just outside of Tengen's barrier, it seems a curse took up residence there." Adam explained. "I'm most of the way to the pagoda, but I'd appreciate some help taking it there." After waiting several seconds for a response, Adam looked down at his phone to see the call had ended.

Before he could press the button to call back, Gojo appeared at his side. The man had a frown on his face as he scanned the covered body appraisingly. "Where's Kusakabe? He should be the one doing this."

"He was preparing something and told me to grab a weapon." Adam lied, glancing down at the sword on his hip. "Since Excalibur is a two handed broadsword, he suggested I practice with one of those instead." Unaware of Gojo's appraising stare, Adam walked towards the woman's body and picked it up. "It's a bit messy, so try and be gentle while teleporting."

Gojo huffed quietly before putting a hand on the boy's unoccupied shoulder and teleporting them both into the center of the morgue. "We should be here instead, Shoko will fill out the paperwork." He watched Adam place the body on an empty gurney with a blank face; he saw as the boy's gaze lingered on the covered body for a few more moments than necessary. "Are you okay?" He hadn't seen the body himself, but he was sure it was rather gruesome, at least far more brutal than anything the boy had seen before.

"I'm fine." Adam quickly answered. His posture stilling as a soft hand was placed on his shoulder.

"You don't have to be." Gojo assured.

"I'm fine. I just need some time. This is normal." Adam said. His tone shifted into a slightly higher pitch as he spoke. "This is normal." He assured himself. Gojo sighed mutely as he lowered his infinity, bringing the boy into a soft embrace. As they stood together in a hall of death and decay, Gojo remembered a quote he read from a Heian era sorcerer, one of the few who was dedicated to exorcizing spirits rather than fighting others during that time.

"True jujutsu sorcerers are a hypocritical breed, each one holding ideals they convince themselves they adhere strongly to only to betray them the next moment they can. They work as protectors for the innocent, but they also fight against them, destroying their negative emotions and burdens in a never ending war that nobody can see.

In order to fight those burdens however, they have to bottle up their own, use them as weapons. That begs the question though; if normal people have their burdens destroyed by sorcerers, who does that for them? Nobody. Sorcerers are doomed to forever be haunted by their failures and mistakes as they walk with them everywhere as part of their arsenal. My dream is for there to be a world without cursed energy, one where everybody can protect themselves and deal with their own issues without relying on others." Written in the diary of the progenitor of the Gojo clan, Michizane Sugawara, it outlined his hopes for the jujutsu world before he died and turned into a vengeful cursed spirit. It was this diary that paved the way for the profession after the Heian era, his mention of 'True Jujutsu Sorcerers' resonating with many during that time period. Some squares also believe it was the beginning of what would create weakness within jujutsu society.

"So what ended up happening between you and Kusakabe?" Gojo asked. Adam immediately stilled within his grasp before backing away with an anxious laugh.

"Hahaha, so about that…" Adam continued to laugh wearily while slowly backing towards the door. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to properly lie to his teacher in the state he was in. "Hahaha…"

Gojo sighed quietly before pointing a finger towards his student. "If you're thinking I'm going to confiscate his pay, you're wrong." Immediately, Adam snapped up to attention with a smile.

"Well then…we kinda practiced a bit and then he ditched me." Adam quickly replied. "I gave him permission though, so it doesn't really matter." He offered right afterwards, hoping to appease his teacher slightly.

"I guess I'll just have to rely on Maki for your lessons then." Gojo hummed, pulling out his phone and opening up the messages app. "You haven't met any of the second years, right? I know you planned to on Tuesday, but couldn't because Megumi was in the hospital." The white haired man began to draft up a message in the group chat he had with them and their teacher. "I'll sort something out for tomorrow, since it's getting a bit late."

"Late? It should barely be 12 pm." Adam pulled out his phone and blanched in surprise. "3 pm?! Where the hell did my day go?!" He exclaimed before turning to leave the room. "Sorry, Blindfold, I've got a sale to catch." Were his last words before zipping from the room.

Gojo stared at the blank space his student once occupied before chuckling quietly. "I guess he didn't see the case on his dresser this morning." On Adam's dresser laid a 4 pack of Boss coffee's limited time flavor, along with a small sticky note attached to the top of it.


I can honestly and wholeheartedly say I'm not satisfied with this chapter, alas, something like this needed to happen. Death is normal, so its better

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