Chapter 110: Two Zanpakutōs, Kakashi's Combo Meal!
Jujutsu Kaisen World.
An abandoned park.
A sudden downpour trapped Chu Yang, who had just completed a commission. Staring at the dark clouds overhead, his expression was grim.
Five special-grade cursed spirits!
This month alone, he had slain five special-grade cursed spirits!
An astonishing track record!
Aside from Gojo Satoru, no one else could match Chu Yang's dazzling performance.
He had become the most discussed sorcerer in all of Tokyo.
With such terrifying strength, he should have already been promoted to a special-grade sorcerer.
Yet...
There was no word from Jujutsu High. Chu Yang remained a Grade 1 sorcerer.
The rhythmic patter of rain seemed to soothe Chu Yang's mood. "I thought that after becoming a special-grade sorcerer, I'd have access to the fingers of Sukuna sealed by Jujutsu High. But now it seems I'll need to find another way."
"Nothing in life ever goes as planned."
When the rain finally eased, Chu Yang let out a long breath and leisurely walked into the rain.
"Been looking for you for a while. What are you doing out here, soaking in the rain alone? Feeling lonely? Or did you just get dumped?"
As Chu Yang frowned, Gojo Satoru appeared, grinning mischievously.
Rain cascaded around Gojo Satoru, repelled by an invisible barrier. Despite standing in the downpour, he remained completely dry.
"If you know I'm in a bad mood, get to the point already," Chu Yang said impatiently, waving Gojo off like a fly.
"Those old geezers want you to come teach at Jujutsu High," Gojo said with a smirk.
"So that's it…"
Chu Yang stopped in his tracks, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "A sorcerer who took this path halfway, neither a graduate of Jujutsu High nor from a prestigious family, has no qualifications to become special-grade. They want to brand me with the Jujutsu High insignia?"
Gojo's smile vanished. Stretching lazily, he muttered, "Pretty much. After all these years, their mindset and methods haven't changed a bit. Annoying as ever."
Gojo's distaste for the current state of the sorcery world surpassed even Chu Yang's. However, Gojo had chosen a different path to address it.
He sought to nurture promising young talent to eventually replace the decaying upper echelon.
It was a method that required immense time and effort.
Given enough time, it might even bring about a new era for the sorcery world.
Chu Yang, however, lacked such patience. He preferred the direct approach—eliminating those in power. But the man standing before him would undoubtedly stop him.
"Senior, you must know, the time spent teaching students could be used to complete several commissions. Teaching wages don't make up for that."
"Why are you always so concerned about money? Your savings should be enough to buy a building in Tokyo by now, right?"
"Just hitting a small milestone."
"How many 'small milestones' do you even want?"
Gojo began counting on his fingers.
Chu Yang stopped him, shaking his head. "I'm really not interested in being a teacher…"
Gojo grabbed his hand in return, speaking solemnly, "There are generous subsidies!"
Chu Yang took a deep breath, his expression turning serious. "It's always been my dream to become a respected educator!"
Gojo: "..."
"I didn't know you had such lofty aspirations. Seems like I don't know you well enough, little Yang."
"Can you not call me that? It makes me dislike you even more, Senior."
Gojo coughed awkwardly and laughed. "Alright, back to business. You're now officially a teacher at Jujutsu High. I'll have someone prepare your teaching certificate later. But before that, there's an assignment you need to handle."
Chu Yang frowned. "Does it come with subsidies?"
Gojo nodded. "Of course!"
Chu Yang's frown disappeared, replaced by a warm smile. "Assignments are great! Feel free to arrange more in the future."
Gojo wiped the sweat from his brow. The "subsidies" were coming out of his own pocket—there was no way the old men at Jujutsu High would offer Chu Yang such benefits.
But there was no other choice.
Gojo knew that without Jujutsu High's backing, Chu Yang's chances of being promoted to special-grade sorcerer were nearly zero. If things dragged on, Chu Yang might choose a path of no return.
Having lost close friends before, Gojo couldn't bear to see another genius stand against him.
"Where's the assignment?"
"Miyagi Prefecture, Sugisawa Third High School."
...
Nightfall.
Chu Yang arrived by taxi at Sugisawa Third High School, 300 kilometers from Tokyo.
The fare, naturally, would be reimbursed by Gojo.
Accompanying him was a new student from Jujutsu High.
After getting out of the car, Chu Yang glanced at the expressionless student beside him and then at the familiar high school before him.
So, the plot is officially beginning?
"Didn't Gojo mention where the item is?"
"Near the school's louvered box."
"Is he an idiot? Putting it there of all places?"
"That's what I thought too."
As they complained, they located the louvered box containing Sukuna's finger. A heavy cursed aura still lingered around it.
Chu Yang already knew there was nothing inside.
Fushiguro Megumi opened the box, only to find it pitch black and empty. He reached inside, feeling around for a while but found nothing.
His expression shifted as he shoved his head inside, wriggling like a worm for a moment before pulling out and looking at Chu Yang with a miserable face. "Sensei, it's gone!"
Chu Yang calmly pulled out his phone and dialed Gojo's number. Without mentioning the missing finger, he unleashed a barrage of insults.
Afterward, he let out a contented sigh, as if all his stress had been released.
Megumi Fushiguro was dumbfounded.
While he wasn't exactly polite to Gojo either, he couldn't imagine scolding him like Chu Yang did.
"Haha, don't mind it. That's just how we get along. He's always mocking me, so I take any chance to vent."
Megumi Fushiguro swallowed hard.
"Let's go. No point standing here. The cursed object was probably picked up by a student. Let's check the school."
"If a student took it, wouldn't they bring it home? Going to the school seems pointless."
"That thing looks terrifying. Who'd take it home? It's probably left in a classroom, like with some supernatural research club…"
Megumi Fushiguro sighed, feeling that this teacher radiated the same unreliable vibe as Gojo.
Half an hour later, they stood before a classroom.
[Supernatural Phenomena Research Club]
The room was thick with cursed energy.
"You're kidding, right?"
"The seal's power can't even suppress this aura. It's on the verge of breaking," Chu Yang remarked as they searched the room, eventually finding Sukuna's finger wrapped in corpse cloth.
The wooden box that originally sealed it was gone.
By tomorrow night, Yuji Itadori's classmates would likely unseal the finger, attracting countless curses.
Taking the finger in advance, Chu Yang left Itadori's fate uncertain.
"Such a dangerous item, left so openly in a classroom. If we'd been any later, the school might've faced disaster."
Megumi Fushiguro shuddered as he watched Chu Yang quietly pocket the finger.
He hesitated. Gojo had instructed him to personally return the item, but this teacher was also entrusted by Gojo.
He should be reliable, right?
Convincing himself, Megumi Fushiguro exhaled deeply.
"Megumi Fushiguro, I've got other matters to attend to, so I'll leave the return trip to you. Don't forget to get Gojo to reimburse your fare."
Chu Yang, now smiling, bid him farewell.
Watching Chu Yang leave, Megumi Fushiguro felt uneasy. He pulled out his phone to call Gojo.
"That odd teacher just left with Sukuna's finger. Is that okay?"
"Don't worry."
"I might be overthinking, but he seems suspicious."
"My point is, I'm already on my way. So no matter what happens, don't worry."
"Huh?"
Before the call ended, Megumi Fushiguro felt an immense cursed energy approaching.
"He's coming because he got scolded, isn't he?"
Megumi Fushiguro's expression twisted.
A bright light streaked across the dark sky.
Chu Yang had just unwrapped Sukuna's finger when Gojo descended from the heavens.
"Haha, you're reliable as ever. I heard the item went missing and thought there'd be trouble."
Gojo scratched his head and focused on the unwrapped finger.
He froze.
Chu Yang gave a nervous laugh.
"The seal was so damaged?"
"The logistics team assured me it was intact."
"Anyone would think you broke the seal yourself…"
After a few jokes, the atmosphere grew tense.
Gojo smacked his lips and looked at Chu Yang.
"No way, little Yang?"
Before Gojo could finish, Chu Yang swiftly shoved the finger into his mouth, swallowing it with satisfaction.
Gojo Satoru: "..."
Fushiguro Megumi, who arrived late, witnessed the scene and immediately widened his eyes, shouting, "Sensei, you can't eat that! You'll die!"
Terrifying cursed energy surged and expanded with Megumi Fushiguro's warning, forming a storm centered around Chu Yang, wreaking havoc in all directions.
"Why did you do that?"
Gojo Satoru looked at Chu Yang with a complex expression, utterly unable to comprehend his actions.
Unfortunately, Chu Yang could not respond.
The moment he consumed Sukuna's finger, Chu Yang's consciousness fell into silence.
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