Jujutsu Kaisen: Nozomi no Sora

As Xuan Yi listened to Nishimiya Sōsuke's words, a strange feeling arose in his heart.

He knew that the other person was talking to keep him awake.

They also knew that the other party must have secretly investigated the background of the high school student "Genichi Nishio".

In the original owner's memories, this boy suffered greatly due to his physical condition. He was orphaned, had no happy childhood, and was bullied at school because of strange rumors.

Sousuke Nishimiya probably wanted to take this opportunity to enlighten him. To tell him not to keep everything inside, to let him know that there are many people in this world like him, that he is not alone, and that he can also have someone to rely on.

only……

The current Xuan Yi is not the same Xuan Yi as before.

He never felt burdened by "attributing his misfortune to himself." He was simply a soul that had traveled through time, living in someone else's body, with memories of another thirty-five years of life still in his mind.

The pain and repression that the original owner experienced were like a long movie strung together by other people's memories for him.

He only felt—

"Mr. Nishimiya, it's a bit too noisy..."

The car stopped slowly.

"arrive."

Kobayashi Kiri's voice came from the front seat.

The car door was opened, and the night wind blew in, carrying the unique coolness of the mountains.

With the help of Nishimiya Sousuke, he slowly got out of the car, his legs so weak he could barely stand.

"Huh? It's so late, did you just get back from a mission?"

Xuan Yi raised his head slightly and saw a thin man.

The man's shoulders were slightly hunched, as if he were carrying some unseen burden. He wore a wrinkled gray suit, but his tie was still neatly put on.

His hair was so sparse that you could see his scalp; his eyebrows were thin; his eyes were small but focused; and the look behind his glasses carried a cautious vigilance, as if he was always on guard against something.

Looking further up, you see a face whose edges have been worn smooth by life, a face that screams "humility."

Ichiji is known for his integrity.

Xuan looked at him, and the name flashed through his mind instantly.

That assistant coach who always followed behind Gojo Satoru, always got scolded, always got beaten up, and always cleaned up other people's messes.

"Oh, it's Ijichi!" Nishimiya Sousuke recognized the man before him. He habitually offered him a cigarette, but it was immediately refused. "There's no way around it. The curse events are happening more and more frequently these days. At this rate, even 'The Window' can't keep up!"

"That... coffee shop?" Ijichi asked with a somewhat serious expression.

"That's right, you've heard about it too?"

"I caught a glimpse of the report while waiting for Mr. Gojo Satoru at the Gojo residence..."

"You've had it pretty tough too..."

Sousuke couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Ijichi, who had to deal with the "strongest" with such a problematic personality all the time.

"Who says otherwise... We agreed that I would be on time for the meeting with the principal, but I dropped him off halfway there."

"Really?"

"Really!"

His voice grew more and more urgent as he spoke.

"It's weird, isn't it! Even though he told me to go first, if I actually left, he'd definitely beat me up, right? Because he's Gojo Satoru! Mr. Gojo Satoru never needs a reason to beat people up!"

No, this is definitely something that Ichiji made up in his head!

Xuan Yi felt a little ashamed as he listened to his complaints.

"Mr. Gojo Satoru has always been willful and reckless, never knowing what he might suddenly decide to do next. As a result, it's always my side that gets scolded by the principal, you know that too, right?"

"Haha! Well, what can I say? He's Gojo Satoru after all..."

Xuan Yi listened to their pointless conversation and felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

He felt he was about to collapse; if these two continued talking, he would bleed to death!

He turned his gaze to Kobayashi Kiri with difficulty, his expression pleading.

"Hey you two!" Kobayashi Kiri sighed helplessly, "Isn't it a really inopportune time for you to be chatting?"

Upon hearing this, Ichi stopped and looked at Genichi. He pushed up his glasses in a panic and saw his pale face and bloodstains all over his body. He was instantly shocked.

"The wounded...the injured! I'm so sorry! I'll go inform Miss Shoko right away!"

Accompanied by hurried footsteps, Ijichi's voice seemed to enter Genichi's ears through a thick layer of cotton. His body could no longer muster any strength, and he lost consciousness and collapsed.

"Oh no, she's fainted..."

In the infirmary.

A mature woman with long hair and a cool demeanor slumped weakly in a chair, the white operating light making the beauty mark next to her right eye particularly noticeable.

"Honestly, kids these days don't know how to take care of their bodies at all."

Shoko Ieiri's voice was weary and tinged with helplessness.

Xuan Yi lay on the hospital bed, having been unconscious for a long time.

"How is he now?" Nishimiya Sousuke asked quietly.

"It's nothing serious now. He's probably just tired; he'll be fine after a rest." Shoko glanced at him, a meaningful smile on her face. "You seem to care a lot about this boy!"

"It just reminds me of a kid who used to work just as hard as him..."

Nishimiya Sousuke's tone was somewhat somber. He casually pulled out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over, but Shoko shook her head.

She has quit smoking for a long time.

"I'm fine here. I've already forwarded this child's information to Satoru. After all, even if he does join a vocational high school in the future, it's Satoru Gojo who will be in charge of the first year."

"That Gojo Satoru..." Nishimiya Sousuke thought to himself, his expression slightly serious, but he didn't say anything more.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Just as Sousuke was about to get up and leave, a dark shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Backlit, the person's face was obscured, only a tall figure could be seen. Although he arrived in an instant, his steps appeared casual and unrestrained.

However, his hair, so white it looked like it had been bleached, and his signature black eye patch, instantly made everyone present recognize him—

The strongest sorcerer of our time, Gojo Satoru!

Undisputed "ceiling" of the sorcery world.

At this moment, the person in the ceiling is also carrying a person in their hand.

A boy wearing sportswear with short, light brown hair.

The boy was suspended in mid-air, kicking his arms and legs wildly, his expression full of surprise. His body seemed to be fixed by some invisible force, and he could only maintain that almost folded position, letting Gojo Satoru carry him like a suitcase.

"Waaaaaahh ...

The boy made a series of unintelligible sounds.

"What's going on?!"

"Be quiet, Hisuhito."

Gojo Satoru casually remarked, his tone as if he were coaxing a barking puppy.

Nishimiya Sousuke's temples throbbed twice.

He was about to say something when Gojo Satoru's gaze had already passed over him and landed on Genichi on the hospital bed.

"Oh? Is this the boy?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, as if examining some interesting toy.

"Is it possible to suppress one's magical power for over a decade without losing control, given one's constitution as a sorcerer?"

He looked at the sleeping boy in front of him, whose eyes seemed to emit a faint light that was invisible to others.

"That's quite interesting!"

The next second—

He extended his other hand.

A blue light flashed, and a powerful attraction instantly drew Genichi, who was on the hospital bed, to his hand, just like Itadori Yuujin on the other side.

"Wu! What are you doing?"

Shoko's voice came from behind, tinged with annoyance.

Gojo Satoru did not turn back.

"Borrowed!"

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Nishimiya Sousuke finally realized what was happening and quickly chased after him, but in just an instant, the man who was right in front of him had vanished!

Only three people were left standing there, dumbfounded.

"This guy..."

Sousuke Nishimiya's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

Ieyasu leaned against the wall and rubbed her temples.

"Really..."

Her tone was tinged with helplessness, as if she had become accustomed to this kind of situation.

She knew that once the other person started acting recklessly, no one could stop them.

That's Gojo Satoru...

Xuan Yi was still awakened by the sound of the wind.

He suddenly opened his eyes, only to find complete darkness in his vision.

No, it's not pitch black.

It is the night sky.

The stars twinkled overhead, so close to him that it seemed he could reach out and touch them.

wrong!

He quickly realized that his head was facing down, and what he was seeing was not the starry sky, but the surface of water!

"Huh?"

He looked down at his feet, then looked around.

"Where am I?"

No one answered him.

However, there was a guy next to him with an even louder voice.

"Where am I? Hey! Where am I?!"

Xuan Yi recognized his voice; it was Itadori Yuuji.

So that's how it is...

He looked at the person's reflection on the water: white hair, a black eye patch, and a purplish-black high-end custom-made outfit, with a cynical smile on his face as he looked at the other side of the lake.

"Is it really Gojo Satoru?!" Genichi couldn't help but feel excited.

after all……

He's a living Gojō!

"At this point in time..." He looked up curiously and sure enough, he saw the one-eyed cursed spirit with a volcano on its head standing in the middle of the lake—Louhu.

"Mount Fuji! Mount Fuji is on your head! Who is he, anyway? Teacher, who are you holding in your left hand?"