"Don't look inside me without my permission," says Sukuna. "I hate it when people do that."
...he's not dead? Or maybe he is, and this is hell.
A spine, and ribs, enormous and extending forwards and backwards into unseen distances. The floor is covered with—red liquid, looks and feels like blood, but his shoes aren't getting stained. Magic blood.
And Ryōmen Sukuna, king of curses, wearing his body, with the various markings visible where the long, loose kimono he's wearing isn't covering his skin (maybe the reason he keeps ripping Itadori's shirt off is just because he prefers looser clothing, rather than really enjoying being shirtless per se), is sitting atop a throne of bones which itself is the appex of a mountain of Yet More Bones, the centerpiece of this location.
"I have to give it to you," Itadori says, looking up at the curse, "this place is really aesthetic."
"Am I so predictable?" asks the king of curses, leaping from his throne and landing on the water in front of Itadori. He folds his arms behind his back and starts slowly making a circle around him. "You seem to think we're in a story. It almost makes me want to withdraw the offer I haven't even made yet."
Sukuna is in front of Itadori in a fraction of a second, but rather than hitting Itadori some more, he narrows his eyes and leans forward. "You find this enjoyable, don't you?" He reaches a hand and grabs Itadori by the crotch. "You actually enjoy this, you disgusting little brat."
He doesn't quite manage to hold back the whimper of—pain, pleasure, who knows—when Sukuna squeezes him there. "A sadistic king of curses possessing a masochistic boy with not a drop of sense in his head," he says, nodding. "Yes, Sukuna-sama. Maybe you could rip my cock off? That would make me scream, alright, and probably hurt in a bad way. And I would still survive, wouldn't I? I would make... so many pretty noises for you..." He leans closer to the curse's face. "You could fuck me with those two dicks, I bet they're huge, I bet you could fuck me in the ass and in the hole you just tore in my groin—"
Sukuna steps over to Itadori, impossibly quickly again, and with a snap of his fingers Itadori's spine is healed, only for him to be able to feel the pain of Sukuna's stepping onto his crotch, but even more importantly the pain of the claws on the curse's right hand impaling him on the left shoulder.
"If anyone within your awareness, field or view, whatever, is being hurt and you could save them, you save them. If you are in the middle of a fight and stopping the fight would make people be hurt, you keep fighting. You prioritise humans over curses' wellbeing, you try to stop fights, you do not harm or kill anyone or let them be harmed or killed by failing to help."
"I am the most powerful being in the world," he sighs. "If I wanted to, I could stop most horrible things happening in this country. I could get anywhere fast and stop it. And my mere existence is offensive to people, are you going to include psychological harm there, too? That condition is worse than useless to me."
Ieiri blinks and turns around to look at the no-longer-a-corpse.
"Thank you, Sensei! Good to be back!" says Itadori, grinning.
"I'm kind of disappointed, I had so many tests I wanted to run on you," sighs Ieiri.
("H-h-he's alive!!!!!" repeats Ijichi over and over in shock.)
"Oh, I'm naked," he notices.
“…. No. I mean, he did ultimately kill you, but. That ‘assignment’ was a trap. The jujutsu equivalent of telling you to go play in traffic. On the highway. Especially since you’re a vessel, and anything that might become a special grade probably will when you walk in.” Gojo tilts his head. “What are you doing with your hand?”
"Yeah no I... I am kind of alarmed. I did not know he could erase memories."
"He can't," says Ieiri as she pulls her gloves off and starts packing her tools again. "Not without your consent. Whatever you forgot, you chose to."
"Huh. Uh, who are you? I usually like to be at least one of awake or clothed when meeting people for the first time..."
"Ieiri Shoko, jujutsu medic," she explains. "I was the one who patched your friends up after the special grade and Sukuna were done with them."
Itadori flinches at that.
"... Kid. It's not that I don't trust them, because I do. They absolutely proved that they have what it takes to be serious sorcerers, and serious friends, too. I think they'd both sooner cut off their own arm than betray you, and I have no intention of keeping you away from them for years and never letting them know you got better. But. They are teenagers up against some of the most vicious, petty, powerful people in Japan. People that play these sorts of spy games for a living, and have been doing it for years. What does it look like if both of them are surprisingly fine with your death? The key to keeping things secret is to not tell anyone."
"Convincingly? On no notice? That's a lot to ask of them, kid. This is going to be hard enough to pull off without introducing even more problems into the equation, and keeping this to only the bare minimum of people that need to know." Pause. "Speaking of, Ijichi, you get to be kiddo's handler. I don't like it either, but you already know, so we might as well use you. Oh, and if you so much as hint to anyone that he's alive," Gojo gives a menacing smile, "we both know how much I will enjoy killing you. Clear?"
Then he bounces back up, grin back on his face.
“Next! Ijichi, if anyone wonders why you’re slightly more nervous and jumpy than usual, feel free to say I ranted about killing you for this whole affair, and made some threats. And go about your day like everything is normal.”
“Basically!” He reaches out and grabs hold of Tokan’s shoulder, and.
Now he is lying on a couch in a dark room. It didn’t even feel like anything, it just happened. Gojo hums and turns on the nearby light. Itadori is in a small, sparse, and a little bit dusty living room, with an attached kitchenette.
“So for safety reasons you do need to stay on campus, but fortunately with how sorcerers have been playing elaborate shadow wars for centuries, there are about a dozen little weird rooms nestled away. That I know of. There’s probably actually more.”
"Eh, it gets really old really quickly, so I don't do it all that often. Like marathoning math equations. It's not even an interesting problem, just tedious." He starts investigating the cabinets to see what they have in them; they're empty except for some dead bugs and dust bunnies.
"Great. I get to go food shopping," he sighs. "Any of your old things you really want to keep? I think the policy is still to donate spare clothes and stuff from the deceased, it shouldn't be too hard to pick out anything special to you."
This place appears to be an underground apartment - it smells a bit more earthy than normal, and there are no windows to speak of. There's a bedroom that's a little bit more spacious than the one he had in the dormitory, and an attached bathroom with functioning plumbing. In the living room, there's a television with a DVD player, the couch he landed on, an empty bookshelf, and not much else. It's a little past 'minimalism' and into 'spartan,' or perhaps 'depressing.' But there's a fridge, an oven, a rice cooker, and a microwave, so that's nice. He could definitely live down here comfortably, if not perhaps pleasantly.
After about a quarter of an hour, Gojo returns! He uses the stairs this time, and even knocks.
"I have your training materials," he singsongs, setting two large plastic boxes in front of the couch. On top of the boxes is a small plush bear with large blue boxing gloves on its hands.
It... doesn't do anything at all.
"What we'll be working on is cursed energy regulation. To push out a reliable and steady source of cursed energy, no matter what your emotional state at the time, or how distracted you might be. This'll also help you know what your stores are like! And while you're doing that..." He opens plastic box number one. "You'll be watching movies."
To answer his question, the boxing bear punches him. In the face. The boxing gloves help, but it is still definitely punching him in the face.
"Once you start putting cursed energy into it, it wakes up if you stop. And punches you. It also punches you if you put too much into it. The longer you do it, the more it ramps up, and it starts requiring more cursed energy to stay asleep, and with less margin for error. Part of your assignment is sensing what that requirement is, it's sufficiently obvious to a skilled sorcerer."
Gojo is kind enough to bring him soda and popcorn for his movie night, when he brings in all of the essentials. And the phone. It has Gojo's and Ijichi's numbers already on it. The fashion choices Gojo makes for him are a bit more upscale than Itadori might be used to, but they suit him well enough.
Hours later, Gojo has cajoled Ijichi into driving him to his meeting with Yaga. Mostly because he is so sick of warping space to teleport around, he has been doing it all day, it is the worst. Great for secrecy, but the worst. He is back to pointedly ignoring Ijichi, which is probably preferable to threatening his life. Until he sits up, and says:
".... Stop the car."
The creature's grin widens and he gestures with his arm, causing a slightly less miniature volcano to emerge from the cliffside behind Gojō. It immediately spouts an enormous jet of fire, thick enough to entirely cover Gojō head to toe, strong enough to reach several dozen meters into the forested distance, hot enough to melt the pavement Gojō's standing on.
"Well," he says, chuckling, "that was easier than I'd expected."
A ball of molten lava sits where Gojo was standing. That... is not how that is supposed to work. And then it clears, and Gojo stands in a circle of unmelted pavement, looking completely fine. Hands still in his pockets.
He tilts his head. "You are an unregistered special grade. Did you miss the memo about how your kind are supposed to be rare? It ruins the whole point of the classification system if we have you just popping up everywhere."
Something—a pebble?—starts popping up from the volcano on his head, jumping then falling back down. "And if I did?"
The pebble turns out to be a huge insect of some kind, multiple of them unfolding from his head one after the other, a small swarm forming and immediately all charging at Gojō.
They are stopped in the air in front of him, and Gojo finally removes his hand from his pocket.... to bring it to his lips to cover his laughter.
"Well, that would be hilarious," he says, snickering. "I see the volcano on your head gives it a bit of a hot air problem. You do know who you're dealing with, right?"
Something stops him centimeters away from Gojo's outstretched fingers. Or - no, his hand is stopped in something.
"The closer you get, the less you move. You can push as hard as you like, and you'll get absolutely nowhere. Unless!" He reaches his hand further and gently touches the curse's. "I let you. See? And now we can hold hands. I'm sure that's all you were after, right?"
He entwines his fingers with Jogo's, grinning.
"What, I'm not your type? Aw. I'm hurt."
He releases Jogo's hand, giving a shrug. "Oh well. Guess we can go back to fighting. It was my turn next, right?"
What follows is a brutal series of blows that are far too fast for Jogo to wrap his poor volcano head around, ending in being casually booted off of the side of the mountain.
"To put it in very simple terms, I warp space itself. Traditionally, the ultimate form of the technique of the Gojo clan would be to warp space to create a vacuum." He holds up a single finger, and a red orb starts spinning on the end of it. "But just warping space in one direction is boring, isn’t it? With space warping you have so many options! What do you think happens when you reverse the effect?"
Answer: you get a great big explosion that sends the curse flying.
He's launched, far into the air above the woods. Far, far too far.
He must not think. He must act.
It takes several tries to arrest his momentum, hitting into trees and the ground over and over again, but eventually he manages it, and tries to pivot some of that acquired momentum back into a flaming punch—of course Gojō Satoru is still following him, of course the sorcerer's hot on his heels—but if he can land something—anything—
...it's a trap.
It's so obviously a trap.
And Gojō Satoru is literally mocking him about it. "You fucking brat," he screams, the top and sides of his head erupting into enormous jets of lava. "Do not underestimate me!" He brings his hands together, tips of the index fingers and thumbs touching, middle fingers side-by-side, little fingers pulled back. "Domain Expansion."
It extends from behind him, a curtain of pure blackness that surrounds the three of them... and which then sprouts volcanic rock on the ground, walls, and ceiling, with cracks spouting lava everywhere as their only light sources.
"Coffin of the Iron Mountain!"
"Yep! The one made by the detention center's special curse was what you would call an incomplete Domain. Sort of like a messy first pass instead of the fully realized thing. Whereas this," he motions with his free hand, "is the real deal. There's a barrier trapping the both of us inside of it, and any attacks that the owner makes imbued with the Domain around us are guaranteed to hit."
"Quite! But there are downsides, and a few ways to counter. The biggest downside is that Domain Expansion is expensive, and imbuing techniques with it so that they always hit is similarly expensive." He reaches out touches the stalactite just before it hits them both; it disintegrates. "And just because the technique hits doesn't mean it hurts. Did you see how it broke against my cursed energy instead of me?"
"Now, in theory, you can break out and leave the domain entirely. It's impressed on a barrier, after all, and once you're outside of the area of effect, you're free. I don't really recommend this, though. If someone is powerful and skilled enough to make a complete Domain, their barrier is likely to be quite strong, and most likely reinforced to the inside, to keep its victims inside."
Jogo perceives everything. Every mote of dust floating within the barrier. Every breath every person in the Domain takes. The rhythm and sound of their heartbeats. The way space itself twists as the inferior Domain is extinguished. The air pressure around them, the composition of the ground beneath their feet, the precise way the barrier around them has been strengthened, the way light is brought in from the outside and then twisted for this exact light level, the exact configuration of the cursed energy around them—
—And more. Too much. He is an insignificant speck in a grand, uncaring cosmos. He is small, pathetic, and meaningless, in a universe that is bigger than a mind can really comprehend. He is a miniscule, random happenstance, who will exist for the briefest of brief moments, and then be extinguished, and nothing will care. He is a speck, stranded in the infinite, and against it he is nothing at all.
When the curse is within an arm's length, Gojo reaches out his hand to grasp his volcanic head. Just before his fingers touch, Jogo's neck twists, and the head is torn away from the body.
Gojo grabs hold of the head, and dismisses the Domain. The hand keeping firm hold of Tokan is released, and Gojo uses it to pull his blindfold back on.
"So! Hi there. Feel like having a chat?"
...
Huh. This is weird. Everything isn't terrible? Life isn't meaningless? When's the last time he felt like this?
Wait, no, this is bad sign, damnation.
Volcano head is already gone. Probably snatched in the very brief moment that Gojo was distracted. He now has a choice between chasing after whoever took him, or...
"Ah, shit," he sighs, and then because he's a responsible teacher he prioritizes the safety of his student over everything else. C'mere, Tokan, you are getting the fuck out of this field of flowers.
"Nothing to apologize for, I'm the one who brought you here. I do not regret prioritizing keeping you safe over killing them." He gives a little sigh. "The interesting curses just had to show up now that I'm reformed and responsible. Where were you assholes five years ago?"
“Oh.” Pause. “I-I-I actually meant the effect, I know you picked them as test subjects because they were being terrible, but the, the thing you did to them seemed more uncontrolled and experimental than deliberate and. How did you do that, are you still learning, and can you teach me?”
Oh no that last part probably shouldn’t have slipped out, should it.
Well on one hand he could not follow the creepy stitched person who can and did morph literal people into popping like balloons further into the alley, and do the safe sane thing of running away, and probably never ever know what any of this is about and go back to an unpleasant teenage existence of being horribly bullied and friendless and alone and magic not being real, or.
Or he could. And probably die but maybe actually learn anything about what’s going on.
“… interesting to meet you too,” he says, a little shakily, stepping after Mahito on trembling legs. “I’m, uh. Junpei. Yoshino Junpei.”
"So!" Gojo motions demonstrably to a tall, blond man in a business suit, tie, and slightly tinted glasses. "Presenting ex-salaryman Nanami Kento! Nanami, presenting Itadori Tokan, Sukuna's vessel and pronounced clinically and legally dead! Now make friends. Nanami has agreed to supervise you as you go running off to apply your knowledge to real curses!"
“I imagine so.” He looks back to Gojo. “I’m still not taking him. It’s not his abilities that are in question. You and I are used to the kinds of horrors grade 1 and special grades can and do inflict. The bodies they leave. It is not an environment someone his age should be exposed to carelessly.”
“He’s already been exposed. Several people have already succeeded at killing him, he has Sukuna inside him having a daily chat, and he’s seen and fought a special grade before. He’s already in the deep end, whether any of us like it or not. I need to make sure he can swim.”
"Personal danger is not the sort of thing I mean. I mean the civilian casualties and hostages, the moral dilemmas that intelligent curses like to inflict. Situations such as: rescue the tortured hostages, or go after the curse responsible. Using them as shields. Using them as bait to lure a sorcerer into a trap. Leaving pieces of them to unnerve and anger. Things that haunt you long after the curse responsible is dead."
"Sir, with all due respect, as Gojō-sensei said, this is my life now, I am in it whether I want to be or not. I am Sukuna's vessel, these things are going to happen to me and around me regardless and sooner rather than later. If they are the sorts of things I currently cannot deal with, then I would rather be ready for them than flounder."
"After several years at the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College," this might have been the first person to properly use the school's full, actual name, "I decided that I hated sorcerer society, hated hunting curses, hated all of my peers, and most of all hated the thought of continuing my life in this wretched torturous hellhole filled with scheming vipers and monsters that make horror stories look quaint. So I left for the corporate ladder."
"Yes. After several years at the tender mercies of the modern business world, I came to realize that I hated all of that, too. My fundamental problem was that, as a general rule, I hate people, do not understand them, hate the entire structure of the society that we as a species have painstakingly created to trap ourselves in, and that people themselves are and have always been capable of just as much evil as whatever curses might inflict. So if I hated everything equally, I might as well do what I'm good at."
"We'll be investigating the previous incidents, which will likely give us clues as to what we're dealing with, but not lead us to where the culprit might be hiding. While we're in the area, we'll wait for another incident to occur that we can investigate, preferably within the hour of its occurrence, which will be much more conclusive."
It's very narratively convenient, the way another incident occurs very soon. It's also narratively convenient, the way it's raining. The cinema is surrounded by police tape and reporters, and the three high schoolers' bodies, covered in black tarp, are being moved into vans to be taken to wherever it is they're going to be taken for examination.
(To Ieiri Shoko, is where they're going to be taken.)
The black tarps are not enough to hide the hideous malformations of the boys' skulls. In overall volume they more than doubled, but each of them has had unique changes: one's eyes and eyesockets expanded upwards and outwards into two thick antler-like appendages; one's mouth has been enormously vertically distended while the top of his head has been stretched up to nearly three times its normal height; and the third's jaws have been pushed down and forward with a cyllindrical dent separating them from the rest of his head.
Inside the room where the showing was held, the row where the kids had been sitting is also blocked off by police tape, but the copious amount of blood they lost has extended to the rows before and after theirs, too, making it somewhat moot.
"It does, but since we don't have a word for sensing cursed energy, we traditionally use 'see' as a loaner. And yes, it is. But first, we must go through this place methodically. Chasing off after trails without thinking is foolish and irresponsible. The cursed energy for the technique originated here." He steps into the bloodstains and motions with his hand to grasp where the concentration of leftover cursed energy is strongest. "Three major concentrations, above the top of the victim's seats. So that means that we're likely working against something that's touch ranged."
"Yes. Best to start channeling cursed energy into a shield now, in case we're ambushed." He gives another glance at the crime scene. "From the distance of the blood splatters, I believe the change was fast. Unclear if there was any kind of incubation time. If there was, I suspect it was subtle until it wasn't, or the victims would have moved. Fled, flailed, fallen out of their seats, the like."
The security footage has no sound, but even so it's clear the three boys are talking loudly over the movie. They gesticulate animatedly, show each other things in their phones, and basically completely ignore the actual film.
Which would be fine if they were the only ones there, but there's another boy a couple of rows behind them. He's difficult to make out, especially with how little he moves, almost shrunk into himself. At various times he looks like he's about to get up and say something, but eventually he settles back down, probably thinking better of it.
And then the other three boys' heads explode.
They don't really explode, but they do expand in a way that would be comical if it were less gruesome. It takes a few seconds, and they start expanding one after another, but by the time they notice it their airways are too blocked for them to make any further sounds. They thrash about for a few more seconds before they finally succumb to the changes, and then they are still.
The other boy seemed frozen while that was happening, and still didn't move for many seconds afterwards, but then he suddenly got up and ran out of the screening room. The security camera in the hallway outside does a substantially better job at capturing the boy's likeness than the other ones', and he looks terrified as he runs away.
It continues to rain, and Itadori feels like this is sufficiently obviously enough a trap there's no point in bringing the umbrellas, but to be fair they might as well just in case.
But they haven't taken three steps past the door out before the first curse shows up. It's somewhat humanoid, kind of, green-skinned and with elongated limbs it uses to quickly crawl down a wall and into an alcove sheltered from the rain. It has a short tail that ends in a tuft of long black hair that matches the hair on its head, and its face is stretched into a snout, two eyes bulging out of their sockets and the lips pulled back with the teeth and gums sticking out of its mouth. It looks over its shoulder, still on all fours, and says, in that typical garbled and warped register curses tend to have, "Lu-lu-lunchbox?"
Itadori spreads his legs a bit for stability but narrows his eyes and looks over his shoulder—there it is, a second curse, also more humanoid than most. Its skin is white and paper and its head is stretched and widened into its torso with no neck to separate them. Its eyes and nostrils are squeezed into points, and its perpetually-parted lips show a mouth that opens horizontally rather than vertically, two rows of large square teeth going up-down rather than right-left. "Good detergent," it screeches.
It does, of course. It has… some skill, some level of thought behind its actions besides mindless murder instincts, but it doesn’t feel particularly well trained. Or well formed, for that matter.
Nanami steps forward towards its companion… and begins to monologue?
“My cursed technique is precisely based around proportions, and mathematical. Imagine dividing something by ten. If I strike at exactly the ratio of seven parts to three, my cursed energy creates and then exploits a weakness.”
"Really?" wonders Nanami, sounding a little surprised. He is trading swipes with his own creature, but seems to be seeing what it's doing more than actually trying to kill it. It's not accurate to say he's toying with it, but he's definitely giving it space to observe it. "I thought you would be familiar with pacts already. I'd been told you had one already, with Sukuna."
"I see. Then Gojo-san was very lax to not explain them to you once that was clear." Swipe, dodge, sidestep. "A pact, or shibari, is in short an agreement to bind or restrict oneself. It can be between two people, like your forgotten one with Sukuna, or," sidestep, "it can be with oneself. It is inherent to human psychology that if you give up ground or make a concession, you can gain something elsewhere. Illogical and incorrect in the reality of cold physics, but the world of jujutsu sorcery is not. It is illogical, it is spiritual, it is emotional. And humans, silly creatures that we are, think it should be fair."
He opens his mouth to say something but immediately closes it and braces himself, both arms in an X in front of him to tank a punch.
Which gives him time to think before asking, and so instead he says, "Your restriction is informing... your opponent, such as they are, about how your skills work. Giving up the element of surprise. And the upside...?"
Tōkan was talking but not watching, so he did not see the blood.
Instead he thinks. He doesn't have a cursed technique, but...
"Gojō-sensei said that because of learning to manipulate cursed energy so late there's a delay between when I want to use it and when I actually use it." He takes a leap backwards off his foe, kicking its chest. "So my hits are twofold: the initial hit with raw strength, and then a fraction of a second later the cursed energy for a second hit." Will that work as a pact? Time to find out. He leaps forward again, balls a hand into a fist, and punches: "Divergent Fist."
The first hit dents the creature's chest; the second pierces a hole straight through.
"S...pared me?" he asks, blinking. He walks over to Nanami when he notices the offered phone. "A picture. A curse showing up in a picture? ...not a curse." He remembers the deformed state of the three kids who died in the theater and gets a sick, twisted feeling in the mouth of his stomach.
"No. If it's any comfort, if there was anything of them still left inside, they probably would have thanked you. But I didn't observe any manner of thought processing left." He sighs, and finishes his own once-human creature with a final stab to the head. "Welcome to first and special grades. Still believe you can swim?"
"Is ultimately responsible," agrees Nanami, with a firm nod. He glances around, the closes his eyes. "... It seems these were the only ones left for this trap. Do you see any more signs of a trail?"
He does not want to lead Itadori's conclusions, but... he can't sense anything. Which does not bode well at all.
"There are cursed spirits known as 'special-grade potential apparitions'," says the stitched person. They're holding a book and flipping through the pages idly, lounging on a hammock somewhere in the sewer system. "Cursed spirits are made of the cursed energy emitted by humans, so shared images of fear, even if they're not real, make it easy for powerful curses to manifest."
Talking to the terrifying stitched person has been, as expected, completely terrifying, but Junpei is kind of used to everything being scary, by now. At least this scary thing is being nice to him and teaching him neat stuff about magic.
"So, like the Slit Mouth Woman and other famous ghost stories? Or—or actually can it be more than that, even recent stuff, can the monsters in horror movies become real and proper cursed spirits, too? Because they were put into movies?"
"Exactly! Like Toilet-Bound Hanako-san or the nine-tailed fox." They show Junpei a picture of the latter on the book they're holding and smile at him. "Jujutsu sorcerers keep track of these, and the fact that any unknown unclassified special-grade gets labelled as a potential apparition makes it look like that's all they're focused on."
Haha if only Junpei could say the same!
"Really?" His eyes turn towards the tunnel the moan originated from, and he frowns. Do not go investigate the sound of the moan, Junpei, you have watched a lot of horror movies, you don't know exactly what's over there but also you kind of do. At least it's not him. "I-I'm kind of a nervous wreck who gets super caught up in trivia."
And now Mahito is standing right behind him, looking into the tunnel, too. "People," they murmur in lieu of replying, "have always feared the earth. The forests. The oceans." They turn their gaze to Junpei himself again. "Because the cursed energy directed towards those is far too big, they gained wisdom long before they took shape, and remained in hiding up until now. I'm proud to call them all friends."
Wow, the terrifying stitched curse person has more friends than Junpei. He knew he was pathetic, but that's just rubbing it in.
"... Sounds nice," he says, because it does. And, actually, yeah, he could see how you could be friends with things made from those kinds of primal fears. "Just because they're feared doesn't mean they're necessarily bad, though. Bad for humans isn't the same thing as bad, and feared by humans isn't either. The earth and forest and oceans don't mean to cause harm, it just happens as a result of what they are. Which is nicer than what a lot of humans could say."
"Bad and good... are themselves also very human concepts, are they not?" Mahito leans closer to Junpei and places a finger on his forehead. "How about you?" they ask, slowly sliding their finger to the left to push Junpei's hair away, revealing all the cigarette burn scars there. "What do you fear?"
The reports from windows on recent residuals, unnatural deaths, and disappearances have been organised into a map, with details attached to each pin that references an incident. And while that helps, it's still not a direct lead. Instead, while Nanami is tasked with trying to figure out the culprit's hideout, Itadori has a different task.
Nanami originally flagged Yoshino Junpei, the boy who was in the cinema at the same time as those three victims, as unlikely to know anything about it; his behaviour suggested civilian rather than sorcerer or curse user. However, it turns out he studies at the same high school as the victims, which changes the calculus. Therefore, Itadori and Ijichi are both to investigate the boy further, and see if they can find anything.
Which is how they find themselves in a car, following an unsuspecting Yoshino Junpei from a slight distance.
"He's wearing casual clothes," notes Itadori.
"It looks like he hasn't attended school in a while," explains Ijichi, "at least since the incident."
"I see..." Well he would have been traumatised as fuck if three people he knew had suddenly been headsploded right before his eyes like that and he didn't know anything about curses, so he can't blame Yoshino. But the "didn't know" part is something they mean to investigate today.
"We can stop here," says Ijichi, pulling up and turning the engine off. They both get out of the car and resume tailing Yoshino on foot, looking entirely normal except for how Itadori is carrying a small empty cage covered in paper seals in his hands.
Only it's not empty, not to the eyes of anyone with the ability to see curses. Two small spirits are there, weak enough they only get classified as "grade 4" for lack of a grade 5. The cursed seals are probably not even necessary to keep them trapped, really. And they'll be used as bait.
The idea here is trying to gauge Yoshino's reaction to them. If he's a normal person with no cursed senses, he'll get into a small funk but Itadori can just kill the curses to fix that; if he can see curses but doesn't have any jujutsu, Itadori can again kill the curses and then they will question the boy about the day of the attack in the theater; if he has the means to exorcise the curses himself, then Itadori is to restrain him so they can find out if Yoshino is a curse user. Technically, Itadori is not meant to engage at all if Yoshino turns out to be grade 2 or higher, in which case they are just meant to return to Nanami to regroup, but he feels like he can take a grade 2 sorcerer if push comes to shove.
But plans seldom go exactly as planned, do they?
"Yoshino," calls a large man sitting right on the steps in front of Junpei's house's gate. Sotomura-sensei, from school. "Where were you?" he asks, ponderously getting to his feet and patting his forehead dry of sweat with a handkerchief. "You know you shouldn't be skipping school."
Junpei thinks that if a teacher doesn't want him to skip school he should instead make a concentrated effort to make school less hellish. Instead of what this teacher does, which is ignore any and all bullying going on because it's inconvenient and awkward.
He forces an awkward smile anyway.
"Oh. Hi. Uh, yeah, something. Came up."
Junpei stares at his dumbass teacher. He was not friends with them. He was the opposite of friends with them. He hated them, they hated him, he is kind of okay with how they're dead and is cozying up with their (terrifying) murderer even if he has some trauma about how they died gruesomely. How his teacher could somehow think that his bullies were friends with him is just... beyond him.
"I was in the theater with them. At the time," he says. "So. No. I didn't just hear."
"Thanks," he says, almost brightly, "but I think that I would—" really rather jump off a bridge instead! dies in his throat as he spots something.
Uh. Uh. Is that a curse? That's totally a curse. Headed right for him! Uh! Uh! What does he do!! What does he do!!! Actually Mahito did teach him something about how to use sorcery, a little, Junpei was very insistent about learning literal magic, but, like, what! How does that translate to, like, fighting a thing??? Does he run? He should probably run! But wait, it'd probably go after his teacher, which. ... He's also okay with but not okay okay with, it's the kind of thing that if it were really actually not his fault he wouldn't mind, but being directly responsible by inaction sounds. Worse, somehow. And he does technically know how to maybe defend himself! Maybe? Maybe that means he has a responsibility to? But that's so scary though, and it's for this guy, and he might literally die doing it!
While he has this internal debate, he is standing completely still, like a deer in the headlights.
The curse is tiny and flying right at the mundane teacher, who looks somewhat concerned by Junpei suddenly freezing like that? "What's gotten into you? Self-isolation making you a bit crazy? Hahahah just kidding."
"STOOOOOOP!" yells a—boy? about Junpei's age?—in English as he leaps from kami know where and grabs the curse out of the air just as it almost lands on the teacher's head. Except of course now he has too much momentum and even as he spins a bit in the air to try to regain balance he ends up landing facefirst onto the light pole. "...ow."
What is going on.
Who is this strange loud person who so easily jumped out of nowhere to grab a curse like that?? Why was there a person hiding in the bushes or something to grab a curse? This didn’t happen to him before. Why is it happening now??
“Um.” He stares, blankly, at the boy. He looks at the curse. He looks at the boy, again. “Are you… okay?” The implication is physically, but he is wondering a bit if this strange curse grabbing boy is okay in the head, too.
His teacher looks equally nonplussed—more, even, since he couldn't see the curse. The boy is holding onto it (it's small, about the size of a teddy bear) with one hand and clutching his forehead with the other, making pained noises as a reply.
"What the.... You a gymnast or something?" the teacher asks.
That seems to shake the boy out of it better than Yoshino's inquiry after his well-being, and he quickly hops to his feet and sprints up to Yoshino. "Hi! I wanna talk to you!" he says, with his most winning smile.
"Hey! Don't you see we were just talking? That's rude!"
Strange loud person makes strange choices that Junpei does not understand. Like wanting to talk to him! Who would do that, he's not very good conversation. The terrifying stitched curse man Mahito will lie to him about liking talking to him, but Junpei is pretty sure he just likes watching Junpei squirm while trying desperately to acquire magic. Which is not, actually, the same thing.
"Uh. Why," he says, still incredibly confused. That would be 'why do you want to talk to me' instead of 'why is interrupting two people having an unpleasant and one-sided conversation rude.' He knows the answer to that second one, and it is because social graces are liquid insanity that society is eternally drunk on.
"It's, you know, about the thing. I'm sure you know the thing I mean."
"Excuse me? Young man?"
Now he turns to look at the teacher. "Hello," he says cheerfully, which kinda discombobulates the teacher for a couple of seconds before he manages to rally:
"What could you possibly have that's so important? You're children! And what uniform is that, anyway? Shouldn't you be in school, whatever your—"
Before he can finish that sentence, Itadori decides that the best way he'll find of talking to Yoshino will be getting rid of this clown here so he summarily (and with superhuman speed) pulls the teacher's trousers down. Then some further superhuman displays of strength and athleticism are enough to pull them clean through past the teacher's shoes, despite his protests and attempts to push the boy off, and Sotomura is on his bottom watching the strange boy run into the sunset (sunrise? sun... middle?) with his trousers.
"What are you doing?!" he calls once he's recovered enough presence of mind to say things, and enough presence of mind to say things is enough presence of mind to get back on his feet and go chasing the weird crazy kid.
...Okay, that is admittedly pretty funny. And if there was a better way to get rid of that guy, Junpei definitely didn't know it at all, so. Good solution?? He guesses??? If very strange??? This person is very strange.
But he does elicit a bit of a snort from Junpei, as he watches his terrible, terrible teacher chase after the weird crazy kid who stole his pants. What is going on. Why is this happening.
The amount of time it takes for Itadori to show back up, coming from the opposite direction—and still holding onto the curse, though Sotomura-sensei's trousers are nowhere in sight—is even more superhuman than all displays shown so far.
"Okay! Now that that's taken care of," he says, slowing down to a regular walk before stopping at a reasonable distance away from Yoshino. He lifts a hand and grins again. "Itadori Tōkan, at your service."
"No idea! —well, the direct answer is I ran, but the answer to the indirect question of how the heck I can run that fast, probably something related to the plot, still unexplained to the viewpoint characters. Maybe the audience knows. All I know is that I have anime levels of physical—everything—since always."
"I guess I don't know for sure that we're in an anime, it could be a manga or maybe even a movie! Although if it's a movie it's, like, actually several movies, there's been too many plot-relevant events already to fit in just one movie.
"...the part where I have super-everything and don't know why and no one I've met knows or has told me why either is just straightforwardly true, though."
"Okay but if people just kind of have super-everything for no reason then why is the world like this! Why isn't there, um, someone with super strength and super speed spinning a very big generator to power Tokyo, why don't the Olympics have, have." He waves a hand towards Itadori. "That!"
"See, that's what makes me think this is an anime! Anime logic doesn't explain those things, they kinda just happen. And I always figured, you know, if I went to the government with super-everything then it would turn out the anime was about, I don't know, a dystopic setting where people with superpowers exist but are kept prisoner by the government as slaves or something, and that anime would suck. ...this one kinda sucks too, I guess, to be in, I don't know if I like it better than that."
"But narrative tropes are things that we've made up, not things that actually affect reality—" uh, no, Junpei, you know curses exist and are really made by what people think are scary, try again, "—Actually no I guess they do, considering, but the scale and planning of plotting media in real life is so exponentially beyond the scope of things being made real because people think they are! Entire complicated anime plots just because the general public watches a lot of anime, that's, like, at the very least people watch different anime, how do the chosen protagonists sort themselves, who gets picked to be a protagonist, and if this is a thing about reality then why haven't we noticed it before, making up stories isn't new, humans have been doing it for millenia!"
He trails after Itadori, desperately trying to figure out if reality is or is not hacked by media tropes, and where they would have historically shown up if in fact they were. World War II is very explicable, in an anime? Except history's often not quite that tidy, is it, and humans definitely like making much more simple and straightforward stories. Is magic trailing along behind what people are doing and nudging them along to do things that make tidy narratives?? How would that even work, what would that look like, what examples might show up in ways he could verify...?
He finds somewhere by a river and sits on the grass there. "You know, one possibility is that the universe started existing only a few weeks ago," Itadori muses, "when a mysterious boy with anime hair and eyes coincidentally showed up at—" Uhhhh he did not think this sentence through in advance and now he's remembering his grandfather's dead. He skips a beat, then continues, mostly-successfully hiding the waver in his voice. "Showed up where I was, with a convenient plot-relevant explanation for some stuff that had happened—that I remembered having happened—I guess that's pretty self-serving, I don't really know that the anime is about me, maybe I'm just a backstory character, maybe you're the protagonist actually and the universe started existing whenever you first discovered curses," and he's paying attention here, depending on Yoshino's reaction to that word... well, that could imply someone already met him and taught him things, right? "So this could be episode one or two and all my memories are fake."
Huh. No reaction. Itadori had sort of been expecting the plot here to be related to Yoshino having some secret undisclosed source of information about curses and magic that would be relevant but maybe not? Still keeping an eye out, anyway.
"I mean, it doesn't make much of a difference, does it? If the world started five minutes ago I'm still me and you're still you and we are still going to do what we are going to do and our relationships aren't fake even if they didn't exist before."
"Yes it does!! Because then reality is, is being simulated and we can be turned off and on again at anime-god's will and the implications for that are horrific both on a personal level and at a societal level, and, and. My head hurts. If reality is being affected by what we think it is, then stop thinking we're in an anime, it's not fair to everyone else present!"
"Well it's the natural logical reasoning for it, isn't it? If reality is changed by how people think it works, then purposefully thinking it's one narrative or another is in some way, unconscious or not, a form of steering! You just said that if you had gone to the government about your superpowers that your genre of anime would be different. Anime is not a law of physics that was impressed upon reality, it's a thing people made. And if it's a thing people made because there's an anime-god writing us or whatever, that's terrifying, and if it's a thing people made that is now reflecting reality, that's also terrifying, and, and." He huffs, upset. "I have come to the conclusion that everything is terrifying. Again."
What a useful conclusion to have made, you really are enlightening the world with your brilliance, Junpei.
"That's... not quite how I was thinking about it. It's more..." Pause. What exactly was he thinking? "If... someone were writing a story about me... then this has to be a story that's consistent with a person I am, right? So if the person I am wouldn't end up in a government facility that must not be the story I'm in, and so I'm not in it because I didn't end up in a government facility." Perfect logic, that. "But I don't—well, didn't—it had never occurred to me that I could be changing actual stuff that happens just because of what I'm thinking. If nothing else, I died once."
"It's... complicated, please don't try it, there were very special circumstances and I can't even tell my loved ones I'm alive—not for any supernatural reason!" he interrupts himself to say, before Yoshino can work himself up to an even bigger panic. "Just because of, um, politics. I'm going to, eventually. But I need to become stronger first."
"I'm going about this the wrong way," he says, running a hand through his hair. "Let me start over. Hi, I'm Itadori Tōkan, jujutsu sorcerer in training, it's nice to meet you! Let's have a conversation about weird magic stuff in an order that doesn't present all of the bizarre conclusions in terrifying ways!"
"But I've already come to all of the bizarre conclusions and don't think I could possibly forget them now and, and." He scrunches his eyes shut and whines. "Hi, Itadori Tokan, jujutsu sorcerer in training, I'm Yoshino Junpei and I don't know what a jujutsu sorcerer is. Are there other types of sorcery? Is that a branch of sorcery?? Should I stop asking questions because I'm somehow going to ruin the conversation and make it existentially terrifying again??"
"You don't need to forget them, just hold them a bit so you can have some context for later. And questions are fine. As far as I know, the only type of sorcery around is jujutsu sorcery, but I've only known about jujutsu sorcery for a few weeks now and there might be a bunch of things I don't know about." He doesn't mention his anime logic-derived theory that there won't be anything else because the system feels narratively complete and anime tends to go for reasonably self-contained stuff.
Except Naruto. Fuck Naruto.
“Um.”
Okay so on one hand, yes he definitely did, and probably should tell the strange loud insane person with magic, but on the other hand: Mahito is terrifying and could very easily do the same thing to Junpei, too, and furthermore he’s like, a baby born from evil spite magic who’s trying to figure out how to person. Probably when there is a baby you should… not immediately throw it to the baby police. Except, you know, the murders. The admittedly probably justified murders, considering the victims, but still.
“I feel like you know the answer to this question already, and you’re seeing how I answer it, which makes me want to shrink into an unhelpful witness ball who hides behind a lawyer that I don’t actually have, and actually did you set up the curse showing up to see if I would see it??”
Blink blink. "Did I mention I like you? Um, sorry about the unhelpful witness ball. I wasn't personally the one who set the curse," another opportunity for Yoshino to react, but Itadori thinks he won't, "there but I was part of the plan, yeah. If you couldn't see it then no foul, I'd get it later; if you could see it and could kill it then we have an unknown curse user; and if you could see it and didn't kill it—well, here we are. Didn't count on the teacher, though." Sigh. "Ijichi-san should really learn to think before he does things, and look before he thinks." He gives the curse a squeeze and it squeaks like a toy. "This one is harmless, the worst it can do is make you have a bad day, maybe a headache or your pencil breaks or your lunch bag leaks into your backpack or something like that."
He looks at the curse dubiously. See, those things sound minor, but they can also help add up to a greater whole that is definitely not harmless.
“… could see, couldn’t do anything about,” he says very quietly. “I-I‘ve seen them for, um, months now? But I don’t have any cool magic powers or anything. So.”
...hmmm. Yoshino didn't seem to react to the word "curses" the first time, but it looked like he'd been nerdsniped, and the word "sorcerer" did get a reaction. But then he said he did see—no, he did know who or what did that to the other kids.
But is Jujutsu High even a proper secret? Every jujutsu sorcerer knows about it, every curse user worth their salt does, too, and everyone who isn't worth their salt is no threat.
"Yeah. Those three weren't the first. Or the last. I'm, uh, with a group of people looking into it. You're the only actual witness we've found, so far."
"I... know. But..." How to phrase this. "Those horrible fucks, I've met them before. Not them, them, but, people like them. You know? And," you don't need to be a genius, talk to Yoshino for five minutes and you know exactly how cruel those kids were, "I'm not really sure how to say this in a way you'll believe me. Most people aren't like them. And I'm not saying everyone else, who never did anything about it, are saints or anything. But the kind of shit those kids did, the kind of, of petty cruelty—most people aren't like that." He runs a hand through his hair and then walks over to the bottom step of the stairs leading to the riverbank to sit down. "Most people are just sort of—they don't think much about these things, they see you being bullied and they convince themselves it's not that bad, and it's not their problem anyway. The teachers, they create a story where it can't be very bad because if it was very bad then it would be their fault for not catching it sooner. And most people want to believe they're good, but that narrative doesn't survive if they let themselves really see the kind of horrible things that happen right under their noses.
"And all this is to say, I don't know if the other victims were great people. Probably not. But they probably weren't horrible like your bullies, because very few people actually get that bad. And the important thing is—whoever, or whatever did this, is not looking specifically for bad people to kill." Not that killing bad people is good, but he's not about to discuss the sanctity of the life of the people who probably made Yoshino thinks his own life isn't worth living at times. "It's random people. It's this fifty-something lady who lived alone and had no children, it's a police officer who was at the wrong place, it's—" He swallows, dryly, and shakes his head a bit. "It's a group of ten-year-olds who were chasing a ball they accidentally kicked into an alley while playing with it in the nearby playground."
"Um." This is totally going to get him killed, isn't it. He's the extra in a horror movie, a dead guy walking.
But he won't be a stupid one.
"... Creepy stitched curse person. Grey hair, pale skin, eyes two different colors. Uh. Hangs out in the sewers. Can carry on a perfectly polite conversation. Explained some things about magic to me."
Blink. "But—then—a curse that can converse—not even the special grade I fought—Yoshino-san, this is incredibly serious—" The only curses he knows of that can talk like that are volcano head and Sukuna, so if this curse is at that level...
He reaches into a pocket to grab his phone but drops it at a sudden tremour.
"The... I only know of two other courses that can talk; one tried to kill my Sensei, and the other was the one that killed me. And... he did it for fun. Just to make my friends suffer." He shakes his head and reaches down for his phone again to call Ijichi. "Curses are formed out of the negative emotions of humans. But so is jujutsu sorcery. So I—don't want to declare that it is impossible for a curse to exist who isn't evil. But... if so then this one will need to be taught some manners."
He frowns and looks at his phone, then tries dialling again. "—sorry, I forgot to say earlier, but, uh, given that you have the ability to see them you probably have the ability to do jujutsu sorcery, yourself, and I think my organisation would really like to help you learn how to use it."
"Hmm." He closes his eyes and thinks. What's the next plot beat in this story? The curse could actually be a good person, or, well, a confused person anyway, and the story goes in the direction of humanising curses. Or it's actually very evil and trying to manipulate Yoshino for... what reasons? Fun is one possibility; Sukuna's sadism is not atypical for the kind, and a powerful smart curse wouldn't really need someone who has no training, not without spending a lot of effort doing that training. Or maybe Yoshino is bait? Trying to pull at their—his—heartstrings, and damn it if that was the ploy it was working, Itadori could feel himself caring for the boy and wanting to, to avert whatever horrible fate this story wanted to inflict on him—
—this is real life. It may be operating on story logic but story logic needs to still go through regular logic.
He can't reach Ijichi. So what are his options? He shouldn't leave Yoshino alone, not without checking in with the grown-ups (even though the grown-ups tried to have him killed... well, it was different grown-ups). So either he follows Yoshino or Yoshino follows him. If they go to Yoshino's place then the curse could be following them and he isn't skilled enough yet to hide his own cursed trail—
—no, damnit, he visited Yoshino's porch, that ship has sailed. But he didn't know it was this bad, at the time, a talking curse was just out of anything they'd considered. Therewas Sukuna, and volcano-head, and while Gojō-sensei is much more powerful than the latter and claims to be more powerful than the former, there's only one of him.
So given that his own cursed trail is already there, there would be no additional harm in following Yoshino to his place, and maybe placing some protections there. He definitely needs to talk to Gojō-sensei, though.
Itadori releases a breath and blinks his eyes open, realising he's been quiet for perhaps rather a long while.
"Sorry! I got distracted thinking. Uh, I think... we probably should find your mother and get you somewhere safe before anything else. If your stitched person friend isn't bad then it'll be wasted caution and if they are then better safe than sorry."
"She works in customer support, uhm. I have, like... I don't know if it's properly jujutsu, it didn't seem very useful for things that aren't, fighting and stuff? It's not very good for proving that I have magic powers. Whereas you just. Seem to have some kind of physical... whatever it is?? If you can pick up our couch by yourself then that'll work fine."
"Most jujutsu is only good for fighting! Kind of. It's all the negativeness of spirit. I don't have a cursed technique, though, because I barely have any cursed energy of my own, so it's really cool to see other people's." He stands up and stretches. "I can pick up a couch though no problem!"
"Oh. Yeah, sure, um." Junpei closes his eyes and then summons a transparent jellyfish, pale blue and floating through the air like it's water. It's small enough to fit in the size of a palm, and obviously made entirely out of cursed energy; invisible to normal people.
"This is as big as I can get it," he admits, embarrassed. "F-for right now, anyway! Apparently I'll be able to change its size, at, uh, some point, but I was. ... Working on refinement to get it to be a numbing agent. Um. Instead of just. Being poison that kills."
"Uh, well, it, hasn't been that long, but. I was thinking Orizuki?" Why did he say that, he should have just said he didn't have anything figured out yet, it's silly to name something that's just a cursed summon that doesn't... really feel things.
(But the little jellyfish is also the closest thing he has to a friend, so.)
Ijichi had left his phone in his car when he went to chase one of the curses he and Itadori had meant to use to check Yoshino's status, so when he got back he had a minor heart attack when he saw the missed calls from Itadori. The text messages were more reassuring, though, if still somewhat concerning, and he's been trying to work up the courage to call Nanami for the past five minutes when he sees Nanami's call (which startles him bad enough he drops the phone and has to spend a few seconds fishing it from under his car's seat).
"Moshi moshi?" he says, a pit of dread in his stomach.
Nanami is currently in a shopping center bathroom, nursing a large wound on his side. He has, at this point, managed to stop the bleeding, but he will probably need to be taken to the resident expert in healing to see that everything's sorted out properly. Such are the dangers of risky maneuvers. Even calculated risks are still risks.
"I've sent you my location. Please come and pick me up ASAP. I need you to take me to Jujutsu High, to get some treatment from Ieiri."
.... Nanami gives a heavy sigh.
"The witness? ... Fine. It's safe as anywhere else, I suppose, and at least we know its location. Have the address sent to Gojo just in case. I found and fought the curse responsible for the transfigurations, but I wasn't able to confirm a proper exorcism. It might still be out there."
"Oh, good!" calls the curse, emerging from the shadows. They're wearing long trousers and a sleeveless top but their feet are bare, making soft noises against the ground as they walk. And they're beaming widely, sounding cheerful. "I'd have been in trouble if Gojō Satoru himself had come, but you're just strong enough that you'll do great as an experimental subject."
Ugh. It's always so annoying when a client was expecting one of his coworkers, and is surprised to get him instead. He didn't like it in the business world, and he doesn't like it in the world of curses. Fortunately, in the world of curses, he is in fact allowed to stab someone over it, and he doesn't have to hide his irritation. It's insulting to be discounted in favor of one of the most unhinged sorcerers in Japan.
A special grade with this much cognizance is somewhat concerning, though. It means this is very likely to get messy.
He huffs a heavy sigh. "I can see this is going to drag on, isn't it. And I hate putting in overtime. Do you think we could get this over with before 6 PM?"
Yeah, that's about what he expected. Such a pain.
"Far be it for me to disappoint a fellow professional," he sighs, already moving to dodge and properly engage.
The first bout is fast and brutal, but the cheer and irreverence backed up by overwhelming strength of this curse reminds him of Gojo, of all people. Still, Nanami Kento doesn't do too badly for himself, even now. See? The curse is down an arm.
Which surprises the curse enough that they pull back and stop pressing the offensive, staring at the stump halfway up their forearm from which the rest of their arm is hanging by a thread of skin, blood lazily dripping. "Eh? But I blocked with cursed energy, didn't I? Is your technique that kind of technique, then?"
"I don't know what you mean. You'll have to be more specific in your questioning if you want an answer, vague interpretive statements waste everyone's time."
Now. Is the curse going to tidily heal from that? Because most couldn't, not a cursed strike at the weak point his technique made, but Nanami suspects that this is not like most curses.
"What a pointless philosophical question." But potentially very revealing, so he'll play along. "Humans are complicated creatures unfortunate enough to run on meat. We are but victims of the stray whims of the mess of cells and chemicals that make us up. Body, then the vague and ephemeral whims of the 'soul'."
"Wrong! The soul comes first." They lift their broken arm and it—doesn't heal, what's happening there isn't healing, it's just being reshaped into being whole again. "The shape of the body is pulled along by the shape of the soul. So I don't need to heal; just strongly maintain the shape of my soul."
They then reach into a pocket and grab a little blue thing that starts squirming and growing in their hand. "You understand now, right? My technique is making contact with the soul and changing its shape. Idle Transfiguration." They reach out forward and the blue squirmy thing starts growing further into a distorted humanoid. "I keep a stockpile of humans. It's difficult, though; humans tend to die when you change their shape."
How clever. Of course, as implied by his words, every single one of those is still alive, as required for the technique. Their level of consciousness is unclear, and Nanami doesn't think it'd be particularly useful to spend any time considering the implications of that.
"I started my day at 10 AM," he sighs, adjusting his tie so that it's properly situated, "so I'd rather not have an extended experiment session, if it's all the same to you. Let's finish this up before 6."
Idle Transfiguration is a terrible matchup for Nanami's technique. It seems that the person's original mass is irrelevant for the shape they can take, and Mahito can use their stockpiled humans as bludgeons, tentacles, walls. The 7-to-3 ratio changes every second and even if Mahito can't keep their charges alive once Nanami's cut them up sufficiently they have enough to keep the fight going. Another wall here, a sharp blade there, a tentacle thick enough Nanami can stand on it—
"Help... me..." says the thing—person—Nanami is standing on. Their face is horribly distended, stretching right under and in front of him, and they're... crying.
"Oh, sorry," says stitch. "I've practised a lot so they don't die right away when I change their size, but their... brain? awareness? I'm still not good with that, so sometimes their souls sweat like that."
This is not a confirmation that he wanted to have, especially when he's in the middle of fighting a supremely powerful and horrific special-grade curse that he is poorly matched against. It is distracting.
Nonetheless, he does answer, "I'll see what I can do," he says, but then it's back to fighting. Or, well. Dodging as he takes in the abilities of this curse and its weaponized victims. At this time, it's all he can really do.
"I don't see why I would disclose the details of my personal feelings while at work," says Nanami, dryly.
As the fight continues, he does start to get more of a feeling of the constraints of this curse. The victims can be changed however the curse likes, regardless of mass constraints or such fickle things as 'logic,' The curse itself doesn't seem to be as malleable as its victims, which means that he can attempt to get his own hits in at very precise 7:3 ratios. At least the curse won't shift its ratios like the victims have been.
"... One."
It's publicly (for sorcerers and curse users) available knowledge, so. It'd just be petty and unprofessional to not answer the question. He is suspicious of this line of questioning, though. It's unlikely to lead to anywhere good. Regardless, he doesn't take the obvious bait to try and slice at the curse. Instead he'll be wary of an attack of some kind.
"Oh, wow! That explains how you're so powerful. I'm really in luck, here. You'll be a wonderful experiment."
And the curse leaps, moving an order of magnitude faster than they've been this whole fight, too fast, and their hand touches Nanami's torso directly— "Idle Transfiguration."
This is the point where many other sorcerers would have lost. Fortunately for Nanami Kento, he has been very careful, and above all very deliberate about work life balance. The horrible things he experiences at work may not touch his private life, not if he can help it. And, being a fully functional adult with comparatively minimal hangups for his chosen profession, he can. This exact sort of mentality, the protection of the self as an ideal that he constantly reinforces, is what saves him from a truly torturous fate. It is not inaccurate to say that his 'soul,' as Mahito perceives it, is shielded by cursed energy. The transfiguration fails to go through; his soul refuses to be changed.
Nanami still feels the hit, though, and grunts in discomfort before he slices off the offending extremity touching him and jumps away. The curse now shows self transfiguration abilities; this eliminates one of the precious few weaknesses he was able to discern. Also, it makes this matchup even worse. Was it always able to do that and just waiting for a moment to strike, or even worse, is it noticing what its enemy is paying attention to and responding accordingly?
"Oh, you're more interesting than I thought." Stitch's legs seem to have been transfigured into those of a—goat? some ungulate, anyway—and they quickly reconstitute their arm. "You managed to protect your soul on instinct! But you can't sense it, can you? So it won't last. All I have to do is touch you two or three more times..."
Unfortunate. Not enough for the stitched curse to get in anymore transfiguration attempts, but the grade 1 sorcerer is definitely on the ropes, now. This is more of a game of keep away than a proper fight. The prize to keep away is, of course, the sorcerer himself. Quite a dangerous game, but not one he's unaccustomed to. He doesn't even seem particularly flustered, or even afraid.
So, as far as Nanami can see, there are two ways to kill this curse. The first, and most obvious, is to exhaust it of cursed energy. Unfortunately, this isn't sustainable for Nanami, especially now that it's clear the curse can transfigure itself. The second is much more difficult, but a more likely vector of exorcising this curse. Complete and total molecular and metaphysical destruction, all at once. Everything that this curse is, every single shred of it, destroyed with cursed energy, all at once. Nothing left to regenerate from. This is going to take a bit of setup to pull off, but it's certainly possible to pull off.
"My cursed technique draws a line along the target, divided by a factor of ten," he says conversationally, as he slices off a transfigured tendril and resumes running. "Along that line, at a ratio of 7 to 3, it creates a weak point at that location. I can create this line along more than just the full height; it can be designated coincided to various parts, such as the head, upper-arm, so on. This cursed technique isn't constrained to merely cursed or living targets, but inanimate objects as well."
That's one pact to enhance his own cursed energy, but that's hardly going to be enough. But this time spent playing keep away has gone on rather longer than he would have liked, and so soon enough: it's past 6 PM.
It is the essence of the intelligent 9 to 5 (or in this case, 10 to 6) worker to only expend the energy necessary to get the job done, and not waste time putting in more effort or power than is necessary. That's just pragmatism and planning for the long term to prevent burnout. After his allotted 8 hours of work, well.
"I truly do hate going into overtime," sighs Nanami, but yes, fine. Now is in fact the time to strike.
The ceiling. Which he infuses with cursed energy. And then breaks. Over the both of them. Now all the shards of ceiling are in fact deadly weapons that could kill them both.
"If we both live, let's do this again sometime," he says softly, just as he zips in to slice off one of the curse's legs. And then he really should see about not dying to that large scale cursed environmental collapse he set up, that's kind of the thing that might actually kill him.
"... In open space, with your abilities, you have decent odds for being able to outrun it alone, or while carrying one other person. However, I don't think you could manage it while carrying two. And of course, if you get cornered you're worse than dead. I therefore recommend against this course of action."
"I understand your concern, Nanami-san. I still think the odds are better this way. The curse has in fact baited both of us—you personally, tonight—and it'll do it again. In the worst case I'll," he swallows dryly, "cut my losses and run. But they have a better chance of surviving this way." And at least for now it's kind of got them on the defensive, leading them where it wants them to go. Tōkan wants to make his own choice, here.
"Very well. Then prioritize accordingly, and always have at least two potential exits in any enclosed spaces. Preferably more. Good luck."
And with that, Nanami will hang up, and quietly go and make his very best attempt to not pass out from blood loss before Ijichi gets here to pick him up. Eugh.
"I-I mean it's kind of a dumb movie, 2's much better, and it seems like, uh, you've got kind of more important things going on?" Like dealing with the real life horror villain. Like that. The real life horror villain that nonetheless taught him how to use magic. Well. Cursed energy, but obviously it's magic.
"I mean we can do 2 if you want! I just figured, you know, since 3 was the one that got interrupted at the movies." Which in retrospect was perhaps not great, maybe Junpei would have some, uh. Trauma. About his bullies exploding in front of him in the cinema. Nice going, Itadori. "I like 2 a lot better, too, 1 and 3 are kind of boring."
Honestly watching his bullies get exploded in the cinema for being incredibly rude was more cathartic than anything else. Not that he knows to clarify this, or anything. Yeah it was messy, but. ... He's been watching horror movies lately, in an attempt to get over his own fears. They're much messier.
"I mean, it's, uh. I've already seen them all a couple times? But my point was more, like. Don't you have stuff to do?"
"It varies? Uh, the curses themselves are all pretty bad, some are just back aches but they get worse, but cursed techniques vary a lot. I have a friend who can summon shadow shikigami, I mentioned, and another one has a sympathy-based technique that lets her do—kind of voodoo but more? She connects one thing to a similar thing and then does something to one thing to do it to another. And my Sensei's technique is ridiculous, he can teleport and nothing can touch him and he can bring things to him or push them away."
"There are people who don't hunt curses, yeah. The problem is there's not really a lot of freeform stuff, other than some specific things that everyone can do you can't learn other people's techniques, and then it depends on what you have. Generic shikigami are useful though.
"But you don't need to hunt curses if you don't want to."
"No, just, I mean. It wasn't clear how to, to. Make any kind of living with it without... Doing the constant fighting thing? And I think I'd just. Be the absolute worst at, at. Fighting curses or whatever. But if I could be magic and not go running off to fight the evil horrors that lurk among us, then. That'd just be the best thing?"
"Oh! Yeah. Akiho's mum—Akiho's the one with the sympathy technique—she's got cursed energy but she's not a sorcerer at all and she wasn't gonna get involved. Until Akiho did, because Akiho-chan is—very herself." He has a fond smile on his lips. "When I'm allowed to stop pretending I'm dead I want you to meet her and Inori-kun. But you can just have magic, if you want."
"That would be good! And I bet your shikigami can just carry things for you, move them around. Non-sorcerers would think you have telekinesis. There are other specialised shikigami. And there's some direct cursed energy manipulation but that's harder. Oh also there's barriers, all sorts, and some people have jobs in keeping an eye out for curses and summoning a barrier to keep them contained while waiting for the sorcerers to come deal with them. We call those people 'windows', I think most people with cursed energy who aren't sorcerers or curse users end up doing that."
"Sure! That'll bring me back, I also had to practise cursed energy control while watching this movie. I had this cursed plush toy that would punch me if I changed my cursed energy output for any reason, like a jumpscare or tension in the movie or whatever." His face grows steadily less cheerful as he recounts the anecdote, ending with him rubbing one of his cheeks. "Little hateful bastard."
"But it's fun! ...and other people don't need to be punched. I never explained, did I? I don't have any cursed energy of my own. I'm a normie. Except for the super-strength, which I dunno where it comes from. Then one day my friends accidentally released the seal on a cursed object which attracted a bunch of curses and I ate the cursed object which made the evil curse that was trapped in it possess me but then it turns out I am the first vessel in a thousand years who can completely contain him."