Jacobgrey: "I got the last free memberships lets gooooooo"
Congrats! There are still like 4 more on there from the second batch, though.
Wondertainment: "100% canon"
I've never seen anything more canon in my life.
Fushigoro wasn't quite sure why he accepted his classmate's proposal (it wasn't the puppy-dog eyes, such things would never work on him). Still, he did accept what was offered, and as such had to follow through.
Which was exactly how and why he found himself in a tailor's shop on a Sunday morning getting a yukata fitted for himself while the peanut gallery watched.
Itadori was blabbering about how cool festivals were to Adam while the boy listened patiently, Kugisaki was researching tourist destinations, and Gojo had long disappeared to pick up his own yukata from 'his personal tailor'; code for he had forgotten to buy a new one and was heading to his clan's base to pick one up.
"Alright kid, give us a spin and tell me what you think." Fushigoro glanced down at the old tailor before nodding. His classmates broke away from their activities as the boy turned towards the mirror to get a good look at himself.
"Woah, you really pull that off!" Kugisaki exclaimed. Fushigoro shrugged non committedly as he scanned his reflection in the mirror, not bothering to respond to the girl's proclamation.
It was a simple yukata, with charcoal-coloured fabric and no pattern to speak of, it fitted his tastes perfectly. He still remembered Adam's snort of amusement when he first picked it out. "It's great," Fushigoro said simply, earning a nod from the tailor.
"Good; since you already paid, you can just walk right on out of here in it. Or wait around for your friends here, I don't mind." The tailor gestured to the door with a wave but Fushigoro instead decided to take a seat next to his friends. As soon as the black boy sat down, Itadori leapt out of his seat and rushed over to the tailor. "Excited are we?" The pink-haired boy nodded enthusiastically. "I'm assuming you're all heading out to that festival tonight, correct?"
"Yeah, are you going as well?" Adam asked politely. "These guys are showing me the hype of them; as you can tell, I'm not from around here." He gestured to one of his snow-white bangs.
"Haha, yeah, I could tell." The tailor responded cheerfully. He handed over the yukata Itadori had chosen earlier and gestured for him to enter the changing room. "But no, I won't be going; I'm rather superstitious, you see? My father always told me to avoid those festivals if they were ever delayed."
"Not to be rude, but how does avoiding a late festival have anything to do with superstition?" Adam asked. As he did so, Itadori wandered out of the changing room in his new yukata; it was a soft yellow colour, with a teal sash wrapping around his waist to keep it tight. The fabric barely reached down to his ankles, something the tailor immediately fixed by striking it with a marker.
"Well, he always said that if the festival was delayed, the gods would become angry and send down a disaster as punishment; unlike other people, he didn't believe that these smaller celebrations were enough to counteract the delay." The tailor replied calmly, his focus directed solely on Itadori's outfit. "Alright kid, take it off so I can make the cut, it shouldn't take more than a minute." Itadori returned to the changing room before reappearing in his uniform once again. "That's why I won't be going, but it should be fine; nothing has happened before after all."
"You could've just jinxed us with that." Kugisaki groaned, speaking her first words since they'd sat down.
The tailor laughed heartily at the girl's remark while trimming the fabric of Itadori's yukata. "I highly doubt it, but I'm still going to avoid it for my dad's sake; I'm sure he'd be pretty annoyed from down where he is if he found me ignoring his words."
"Down? Don't you mean up?" Fushigoro looked at the man curiously as he made the final cut and handed the yukata back to Itadori.
"Nope, I mean down; he was a bit of a womanizer, you know? I think I'm like his 4th wife's kid." The tailor said with a laugh. "I wonder what the others are doing right now…" He murmured quietly.
"Do you have a lot of siblings?" Itadori asked over the changing room curtain. "I don't have any, but I wish I did."
"Don't worry about that, Itadori, I got a few spots to fill," Adam called out.
"Aww, thanks, dude!" Itadori called back, reappearing just moments later in his trimmed yukata.
"Looks good." The tailor nodded as he spoke. "To answer your questions though; I have no clue. He had quite a few girlfriends so I highly doubt I was the only one." He turned to Kugisaki and Adam, "Which one of you is next?"
"Adam can go, I'm still looking at a few things." Itadori and Adam quickly swapped places, with Itadori taking barely a glance at Kugisaki's phone before turning away.
"I didn't know things even got that expensive…" He murmured to Fushigoro. The black-haired boy glanced at Kugisaki's phone before nodding in agreement.
The group fell into relative silence for the next few minutes while Adam got changed, the quiet only being interrupted every once in a while by giggles as Adam struggled to tie up his sash properly; Fushigoro was eventually called in to help.
When the boy finally resurfaced from the changing booth, he was greeted by snickering classmates and a humming tailor. "You're supposed to tie that around the back." Fushigoro groaned when he heard the tailor's words, quickly spinning around to fix up his friend's sash.
"I told you to spin the knot around you idiot." He grumbled quietly, much to Adam's embarrassment.
"Well, I didn't hear you, idiot." He replied snarkily. Fushigoro forced him to hold his hands up as he tied the sash the proper way around, almost like a mother dressing their child. Almost as soon as Fushigoro was finished, his friend pushed him away so he could look in the mirror. "Wo-o, pretty good." He turned around so he could see his back, a smile sliding onto his face when his observations were finished.
A dark crimson robe was wrapped tightly around his body, in the same style as both Fushigoro's and Itadori's; also similar to theirs was the navy-coloured sash wrapped around his waist that kept the piece together. "Not bad…it's a pretty eccentric colour though." The tailor commented. Adam peered at him curiously, urging him to explain. "Most locals just wear your usual greys and blues; in fact, this was actually my first time working with a red fabric like yours."
"Maybe I should've asked for a blue colour then…" Adam mumbled, causing the tailor to wave his hand.
"Wear what you want, don't think about what others might say; other than it being a big sign you're a foreigner, nobody is going to persecute you for it." Adam shook his head before going to sit down.
"You're right, and it's not like I could avoid things like that with my hair." The tailor nodded with a laugh, before gesturing for Kugisaki to take his place in the booth.
"Speaking of hair…" Kugisaki began. "I am not looking forward to doing mine." Her voice echoed around the room, causing her three classmates to laugh.
"Yeah, I don't envy you at all," Adam replied quickly. "All I need is a comb and water."
"What you need is a haircut." Fushigoro quipped. Adam looked up at his hair before tugging on a piece with his fingers; his hair had still overall maintained its straight-cut form, but it was starting to get a bit too long. "Your bangs almost reach down to your cheeks." The boy added.
"I wish my hair grew that long…" Itadori mumbled.
"What, does your hair just stop growing?" Adam asked, a confused expression on his face.
Itadori shrugged. "Kinda? Like it gets a little bit longer, but stops before it can become any less spiky."
"That's almost as weird as your hair colour," Adam said absentmindedly. Before he could notice Itadori's horrified expression, Kugisaki reappeared from the curtain. "Wow, the clothes really do wonders for all of us."
"Hah?! What the hell is that supposed to mean!?" Kugisaki yelled.
Adam was suddenly tugged off of his seat by his ear, a screeching Kugisaki pulling him around like a ragdoll; his eyes prayed for mercy, but there was no god to save him.
"You know, I was expecting this to be popular despite the delay; but not this popular." Adam gestured at the flood of people walking before his eyes. His group was standing at the top of a stone staircase overlooking the park where the event was taking place.
"Well it is an event being held in Hibiya Park, this place is always busy," Gojo replied. He stretched his arms above his head, causing the white and blue fabric of his yukata to slip down slightly. Resting in front of his eyes were a pair of extremely tinted sunglasses, their lenses so black they almost reflected space itself. "Well then kids, what shall we do first?" He clapped his hands and turned to the students.
"Food!"
"Football!"
"Go home…"
"Something?"
"Alright, alright." Gojo waved his hands to get his students to calm down. "Since you all can't decide on something-"
"You didn't even give us a chance to." Fushigoro interrupted.
"I guess we can visit the games section first." Gojo ignored Fushigoro's comment and began to march down the stairs, his students following behind with varying levels of annoyance.
"At least it's easy to follow him!" Itadori, ever the optimistic one, had a bright smile on his face as he watched Gojo wade through the crowd.
"Yeah, he's like a giraffe…" Kugisaki grumbled.
"A big, ugly, snow-coloured one." Adam nodded to himself as the insults left his mouth. He turned to Fushigoro, who'd been mostly silent since they arrived. "Are you alright? You've been pretty quiet."
"I'm–"
'Once you opened yourself up to him, he reciprocated in the same way.'
Fushigoro turned away with a huff. "I'm not a fan of crowds, they're always too loud and the shoving is obnoxious." Adam's eyes widened in surprise at the straightforward answer before he nodded and switched positions with him.
Originally, they had all been walking in a line, with Itadori and Fushigoro on the right and left sides respectively while Kugisaki stood to Itadori's right and Adam to Fsuhigoro's left. With their switch though, now Adam was on the side while Fushigoro stood in the middle.
"So what did you guys end up doing while I was out yesterday?" Adam asked.
"Well, Gojo sensei took us out on a mission to practice., Kugisaki replied smoothly.
"Yeah! There was this huge curse with 4 arms and green skin; totally creepy." Itadori made his fingers wriggle like slugs as he spoke, much to Adam's amusement. "It was pretty easy overall, but I'm still relying too much on Slaughter Demon to fight; at least that's what Gojo sensei said."
"Is that because you can't control your cursed energy? Or because you don't want to touch them; because believe me, when I first started, I didn't want to touch curses at all." Adam shivered momentarily at the thought of their rubbery, rough skin. "They're like fat snakes, rough skin but soft flesh." Kugisaki nodded in agreement, her own disgust evident.
"Haha, I actually don't mind it all that much, it's just skin," Itadori said with a grin. "But you're right about me not being able to control my cursed energy; for some reason, I just can't bring it out."
"That's weird…" Adam replied quietly. "Well, I don't exactly know what's normal for other sorcerers. My cursed energy just arrived in my body like a rush of power." He recalled.
"Because of your technique; Itadori's experience is actually rather common among sorcerer children," Fushigoro said knowingly. "They have a hard time forming the right mindset and willpower needed to manipulate their cursed energy." He explained.
"So I'm just not thinking right?" Itadori asked disappointedly. "That's boring; I thought I'd need something like an activation phrase." He clenched his fists and swung them downwards like he was holding a sword. "Bankai! Y'know, that sort of thing."
Kugisaki slapped him over the head while Adam sputtered with laughter. "Obviously it wouldn't be something like that!" Itadori looked betrayed, tears filling his eyes as he pointed at her.
"But you yell 'Resonance!' every time you attack!" A furious blush appeared on Kugisaki's face as Adam roared with laughter; even Fushigoro had a smirk on his face. The group continued to walk and chat, following loosely behind their teacher before they reached the stand he'd chosen.
"Guns?" Adam was the first to close in, followed by Itadori and Kugisaki with Fushigoro trailing behind. Gojo turned to the stand-runner with a wide grin, one the teenager did not reciprocate in the slightest.
"100 yen for a game." They said boredly. "300 yen for 4." Fushigoro was all too willing to sit out as Gojo passed over a few coins and took his place behind a gun.
There were 4 of them, to be exact; two rifles, a flintlock, and a revolver. Gojo had stolen a rifle before his students had a chance to choose. "Come on, let's see if you can beat me when I'm blindfolded!" The stand runner glanced up momentarily before taking a cautionary step further away from the targets.
"That's unfair, everyone knows you can see through that thing!" Itadori announced angrily. "We'll still beat you though, blindfolded or not." He took up a place next to Gojo on the other rifle, leaving the two smaller weapons for Kugisaki and Adam; thankfully they were attached by a wire so they wouldn't have to bend far down and could wield the weapons at a comfortable height.
"Ladies first." With those words coming from his classmate's mouth, Adam took the revolver and held it out in front of him. "You weren't supposed to actually go for it." Kugisaki huffed.
Adam stuck his tongue out in the girl's direction before the stand worker tapped on a button with their foot and the targets flicked up. Below the targets were dozens of red lights, signalling whether they had been hit or not; three disappeared moments after the round began, and three more soon after. Both the trio of students and their teacher pressed their triggers over and over again, aiming at different targets as they did so; Fushigoro stood back with a bored expression while the round continued.
30 seconds of 'shooting' later, and the targets fell for a final time. The worker looked down to their right and read off the scores with the same monotone expression they'd held the entire time. "Rifle one, White-haired man, 53 points; rifle two, spiky boy, 35 points." Their eyes shifted down slightly as they read off the final two scores. "Flintlock, 38 points; revolver, 0 points." A short snort of laughter echoing from the worker almost made Adam leap over the stand.
"Holy crap you suck," Fushigoro commented with a smirk. Adam's head snapped towards him with a scowl, one of his middle fingers held up for the world to see.
"Fuck off; I bet you couldn't do any better." The white-haired boy snarled. Fushigoro rolled his eyes in amusement before placing a few coins on the table and stepping behind the revolver.
"Now, now, boys, we still need to get to other things," Gojo said placatingly. Both Kugisaki and Itadori scoffed as he pulled out his phone to record the contest he was trying to stop.
Another round of shooting later, and the worker read out the score. "44 points."
"Gah! You're all sweats!" Adam announced frustratedly, his hands flying to his hair as he writhed in fury. He pointed a finger at Gojo, "You probably go to all these games for fun!" The man shrugged with a smirk, conceding the point. Adam's finger was then directed at Kugisaki, "You have to aim every day for your technique!" She rolled her eyes and turned away. He pointed at Itadori, "you–"
"Need to stop making excuses." Fushigoro walked away from the stand with a bored look on his face, one that still managed to look smug even if it didn't hold any emotion at all. Adam groaned once more before following behind him.
"So what are we doing next?" He asked impatiently.
"Well if you're done throwing your temper tantrum…" Gojo's amused smile only served to annoy Adam more. "I think we can go get some food."
"So which one of you said 'what could go wrong?'?" Adam turned to his peers, gauging their expressions with amusement before he turned back to the view in front of him. "Well if nobody wants to take the blame, I'll put my vote in for sensei."
"I agree."
"Sure."
"Yeah, it was all his fault."
"Hey!" Gojo cried. "I didn't do anything! Spirits know to stay away from my energy! If anything, it's your fault, Adam!"
"Nah. Even if it's my fault, it's still your fault." Adam took a bite of his sweet crepe as Gojo seethed in the background. "It seems to be dormant though…do we just leave it be?" Fushigoro slapped him over the head. "Right, right." Adam chomped down the last half of his crepe, savouring the strawberries and cream for only a moment before he cracked his knuckles and shuffled forward. "I'll have this done in a second."
"Have fun!" Gojo chirped, watching with interest as his student stalked forward.
The curse had appeared while they were grabbing food, a sudden influx of cursed energy bathing the area in what seemed like a type of domain; Gojo had told his students he wouldn't interfere unless something happened, and they all agreed.
What was once a bright plaza made up of brick road surrounding a fountain had become a setting straight out of a 1920s movie. The nature of the domain caused the area to be bathed in harsh greys and blacks, with the only objects still holding colour being the sorcerers nearby. In addition, it seemed that anything without colour was frozen in time; whether that be the flowing water of the fountain or the civilians walking around to enjoy the festivities.
"Hey! Big, fat and ugly!" Adam yelled towards the curse. It was shaped almost like a snowman, with a round lower body the size of a building and a circular upper body balanced on top of the fountain like a box on a toothpick. Dark grey skin stretched over its features like a bodysuit, only being wrinkled around the trunk-like appendage stuck to its face; two beady black eyes lay above, glazed and blank like a doll's. Around its neck was a fur collar barely covered by the palms clasped together in front of it; said palms kept a short bracelet of beads in place in a vague position of prayer. Covering its lower waist area was a brown-coloured fundoshi that seemed to be modelled after a form of leather.
The curse didn't respond in the slightest, but as Adam wound back for an attack, he suddenly found his arm frozen in time. "What the fuck?" He questioned, panic seeping into his tone. Even as he tugged and pulled, he couldn't seem to budge an inch.
"Adam, are you okay?!" Itadori yelled. His classmates rushed forward only for the white-haired boy to push them back.
"What the hell, man, we're trying to help you!" Kugisaki said angrily.
"Stay back, something is very wrong." Adam's eyes met Gojo's blindfold. "There's something to this, a key somewhere; it's a domain of some kind, so there must be a restriction." Only now did the trio of students notice the grey slowly creeping up their peer's arm and over his clothes. "As soon as I attacked, no, before that; as soon as I thought about attacking with my arm, it was frozen in place."
"Stop thinking about hitting it then, you idiot," Fushigoro remarked calmly. His face was anything but calm though, showing clear signs of both frustration and anxiety for anyone who knew him well.
"I already have, I'm busy brainstorming plans." The grey continued to crawl up Adam's arms, locking them in place. "Look, I'm trying my best to stay calm right now; you guys got this, figure out a weakness and beat that fatso's ass for me, capiche?"
'He's been playing too many online games…' Fushigoro thought dryly. "Fine, we'll figure something out; leave this to us." He brushed past his friend, patting him on his last coloured shoulder before the white-haired boy succumbed to the effects of the spirit's domain.
Completely frozen within the stream of time, even Adam's thoughts came to a standstill. "So how are we going to do this? I've never been caught in something like this before." Fushigoro breathed a sigh of relief in response to Itadori's question.
"We are lucky it seems to be a non-lethal style domain with its own rules; if it were a domain like Gojo's, we would have already died," Fushigoro explained seriously. "That's if he or Adam didn't step in." He quickly amended.
"Adam? Does he also have a domain?" Kugisaki's knowledge of jujutsu wasn't scarce per se, but her knowledge lay more in line with the basics and properties of her technique rather than advanced techniques like domain expansion.
"No, but he knows of a countermeasure that might have bought us some time to plan; maybe he'll be able to share it with us later," Fushigoro replied. "For now though, we need to focus on the threat. Gojo, do you plan on giving us any hints?"
The blindfolded man huffed, a cheeky grin forming on his face as he spoke. "For every 15 minutes we spend inside of this domain, I shall provide a single hint; it can be as vague or direct as I want. If you manage to hit the nail on the head within…let's say three hints, I'll take us all out for some late-night karaoke."
A rapidly increasing cursed energy signature made Fushigoro's head snap backwards. "Will you two idiots cool it?!" As if a fire had been lit under them, both Kugisaki and Itadori had begun a rapid search around the area for any hints. Kugisaki had taken to 'investigating' the food carts, while Itadori was looking at the frozen game stalls. "You morons are looking in the wrong place." The black-haired boy grumbled. As much as he wanted to avoid any extra social interaction for the night, Gojo's offer made for a good incentive. "Do you two even want to go for that karaoke?"
Immediately, two pairs of starlit eyes focused on him. "Please, Lord Fushigoro, provide us meagre mortals with your wisdom!" Itadori slid across the ground in dogeza position, Kugisaki quickly following behind.
"Stand up you moron." Itadori snapped to attention, leaping to his feet in record time. "Investigate the cause of the disturbance rather than the effects of it, that's how these sorts of things apply here; and only here, it's a case-by-case basis thing." The latter half of the order was completely lost on the pink-haired boy as he rapidly approached the spirit without a destructive thought in his mind. 'It's like the opposite of that English phrase 'missing the forest for the trees'' Fushigoro thought with amusement.
"Hey, I found something!" Itadori yelled.
"That quickly?" Kugisaki asked in surprise. "Let me see." With a quick hop, She leapt over the bottom barrier of the fountain and onto the second layer, mere meters away from the curse's bottom. Luckily, she had more than enough tact to keep her yukata tucked beneath her as she jumped. "Oh, it's a seal." She noted with surprise.
Fushigoro, who still stood at the bottom of the fountain, narrowed his eyes minutely. "Don't pull it off until I check it; Itadori, come down so I can see." The pink-haired boy obliged quickly, being replaced by Fushigoro in his spot almost immediately.
Wrapped around the giant curse's fundoshi was a thick strip of paper reading 'seal', or that's what it would read to any non-sorcerer; in reality, it was a ward of misfortune, one often handed out at temples that provided offerings to Benzaiten. "It seems like it has something to do with luck…or tides," Fushigoro murmured.
"Wow, didn't take you for a traditionalist Fushigoro!" Itadori replied with a grin; turns out hearing was also one of the things Itadori was specially adapted to.
"I'm not…really." The boy said calmly. "But talismans, ofuda, seals, and other things of that nature can provide a lot of help to sorcerers who bother to learn." He turned back to see both Itadori and Kugisaki discussing something quietly. "What are you two whispering about?"
The pair glanced at him for a few moments before going back to their hushed conversation; Fushigoro rolled his eyes but left them to do their own thing while he continued the search.
Fushigoro found dozens more talismans tucked over the creature's body, but they didn't really give him a specific idea of how to go about releasing the barrier. Before he could spend any time theorizing, however, Gojo clapped his hands and let out a whistle.
"Hint time, my little students!" The three first years gathered around quickly, leaving the man no time to waste as he thought of a hint. "You're on the right track about the deities…but you're being a bit too close-minded about them." Itadori slumped over comically before turning back to the unmoving curse.
"This sorta stuff is my weakness…" He mumbled uncharacteristically. Gojo slapped him over the back with a grin and a laugh.
"Well that's why I'm here; to teach you!" He quickly floated off of the ground and circled the curse's body, picking up the few talismans Fushigoro had missed before passing them to him. "Here ya go; not that they'll do much for ya."
Upon hearing that, Fushigoro dropped the talismans on the ground unceremoniously and returned to his surveying. Meanwhile, Kugisaki and Itadori continued to discuss their theories with each other.
Another 15 minutes passed without any progress, and Gojo's call set incinerated the final thread in Fushigoro's already short fuse. "Heyyy, Megumi-mi, come on down here with the rest of your pals!"
"How about you come up here and help!?" Fushigoro shouted back angrily. "You 3 haven't even done anything! We've wasted almost 30 minutes here, and we don't know what the hell is going to happen long-term if people are stuck in this domain for too long." He ranted.
Kugisaki and Itadori looked between each other, the latter opening their mouth to speak before Gojo butted in. "Hint time! Flow is not just a verb, but also a noun." Kugisaki put a hand to her chin in thought while Itadori approached the curse.
"Sorry, Fushigoro, but we weren't sure if our ideas meant anything." The black-haired boy sighed before hopping down to Itadori's level.
"Look, I'm sorry I got mad, but this is a team effort." He said simply. Itadori's face split into a wide grin as he bounded forward; with a mighty leap, he kicked off the curse's stomach and landed on its shoulder. "Wha-How did you not get frozen?" Fushigoro asked in surprise.
Itadori laughed merrily as he swung around the giant curse's neck to pick at the beads held within its grasp. "It's just like Adam said, as soon as he thought about attacking, he got frozen."
"So you just stopped thinking." Fushigoro summarized quietly.
"Hey! That makes it sound like I'm dumb or something!" Itadori squawked. Fushigoro ignored the words with a shake of his head, tilting his head upwards to look at the boy.
"So did you find anything there?" Itadori's face closed in on the beads, his expression scrunched up into a vague form of confusion.
"Maybe? There's some sort of passage written on the beads…but the palms are blocking the rest of it." Itadori's head craned around the appendages like a curious animal.
Fushigoro breathed out a sigh. "Well, can you at least tell me what you can read?"
"Uhh; to break flow, I can't see the middle bit, but the end says a replacement." Fushigoro rubbed his temples with his fingers, trying to think up a solution. Before his thoughts could get too sidetracked though, he heard a loud crack.
His eyes shot open, immediately focusing on the barrier around them. 'A splinter?!' He looked at Itadori, who was still trying, and failing, to read the message on the beads stuck in between the curse's palms. 'Not him…then!' He looked at Gojo, who was still standing there lazily; his attention was aimed somewhere else, however, straight towards his right. 'Then…' Fushigoro turned towards the final member of their party.
Kugisaki had strutted a foot out, her hands repeating a peculiar motion that almost seemed hypnotic. "A dance routine?"
"Oh! Are we trying out that idea?" Itadori, none the wiser to the change to the barrier, leapt off of the curse's body and landed next to Kugisaki. "Oh yeah, dance party time!" He began to mimic Kugisaki's movements, ones that the girl seemed to loathe doing.
"I can't believe you roped me into this shit." She grumbled; despite her annoyance, she continued to complete the sequence of movements with trained precision. Her eyes focused on the barrier and she let out a sigh, "I can't believe it's actually working as well."
"B-H-Why?" Fushigoro asked.
"Benzaiten, goddess of not just luck, but everything that flows," Kugisaki explained calmly, her arms waving slightly as she moved into another position. "Water, time, this dance." She continued. "I got the idea when you first read off those seals; the effect of this barrier only cemented the fact." Her arm snapped outwards, an action immediately copied by Itadori. "That curse, it was created out of superstition." Her eyes narrowed, an angry expression settling as her eyes flicked towards their shared teacher. "Isn't that right, Jack Frost?"
"Jack Frost? That's a new one…" Gojo chuckled. "But yes! You are mostly correct."
"Mostly?" Fushigoro parroted.
"Curses are created through negative emotions, not superstitions. The superstitions you're speaking about foster some negative emotions, but a majority of the fuel comes from people who are unlucky or just dislike religion in general." His expression didn't change in the slightest from its blank grin, even as the giant curse began to move. "As such, consider yourself in for a ride."
Fushigoro's head snapped towards the curse, his arms barely rising to the challenge as an open palm slammed into the side of his body. Gojo grinned darkly as he watched his student skid across the ground. "Because this old thing isn't just going to let you break its curse."
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