People who are interested in comics will never die in the Shura field

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't say fourteen years old... You're a pervert, aren't you? You're definitely a pervert!" Hisahito Itadori shouted.

"Don't talk nonsense. How could I be a pervert? I'm just saying what most boys don't like to say." Yamabuki Hanajin controlled Itadori Yuujin's hand as they started eating breakfast.

"Don't try to control my body like that, it's putting me in a very difficult position!" Hisahito Itadori couldn't help but shout.

"I won't make things difficult for you. Today, we'll share one body. You can give me one hand, and the rest is up to you. If you don't agree, I'll have to take control of the body from you, and I can't guarantee what I might do then. Like running naked on the playground, confessing to the ugliest girl in the whole college, and maybe you'll end up in the police station, and your student days will be over!"

Yuji Itadori collapsed to his knees, utterly exhausted. "Please, have some decency."

How much dissatisfaction do you have with life to become so extreme?

"I'm very satisfied with my life, I just want to have fun. By the way, do you have someone you like? Someone you're usually too shy to confess to, I can give you some courage to confess on your behalf?"

"Absolutely not! Can confessing your feelings be replaced? Besides, I don't even have a girl I like," Yuuji Itadori shouted.

"You're really bad at attracting women, aren't you? This is high school, and it's a 2D high school at that. How can you not have a sweet and sour romance? The male and female protagonists of Toradora! next door have already eloped, and you don't even have a girl you like?" Yamabuki Hanajin was full of doubt.

“I said no, and that’s final! I can lend you my hand, but you have to promise me you won’t do anything weird. Otherwise, I’ll chop this hand off!” Hisahito Itadori threatened.

"Isn't your threatening method a bit childish? If you chop off this arm, it'll be you who feels the pain, not me. Don't worry, I won't do anything too outrageous." Yamabuki Hanajin revealed a very pleasant smile.

Unfortunately, during his time traversing countless worlds, he didn't encounter Kirei Kotomine, who loved Mapo Tofu; otherwise, the two of them would definitely have become good friends.

Yuji Itadori felt that all the energy he had accumulated overnight was gone, and he staggered to school.

As soon as he entered the campus, a female classmate greeted Yuujin Itadori. When he turned around, he found that it was his senior, Sasaki, from the same club.

"Good morning, senior." Yuuji Itadori raised his non-dominant left hand to greet Sasaki-senpai.

This senior is the president of the Spiritual Research Society, and she loves listening to strange stories.

During this time, the senior student was studying the underground of the playground.

According to Sasaki-senpai's speculation, there should be a corpse buried under their playground.

Of course, no one else besides their members believed it at all.

As an aside, they only have three members in total.

The other person was an unnamed senior student, who was big and burly. Since he was just a passerby, we won't call him by name.

"Itadori, come to the club after school today, I need to talk to you about something!" Sasaki-senpai looked mysterious.

Chapter 584 (Main Text 585) Two-Faced Sukuna's Pickled Chicken Feet

Upon entering the classroom, Yuji Itadori noticed that his classmates had very serious expressions.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Hisahito Itadori asked curiously.

A classmate rushed up and grabbed Hisahito Itadori's shoulder, yelling, "Don't you know? There's a quiz coming up, and your parents have to sign the test paper!"

Yuji Itadori scratched his head. His parents had passed away long ago, leaving him with only his grandfather to depend on.

However, now that Grandpa is old and seriously ill, he has been living in the hospital.

“I don’t care,” Hisahito Itadori said calmly.

Anyway, my grades are pretty good.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the homeroom teacher walked in with a cold face, holding the test paper in his hand.

The temperature in the classroom dropped significantly at once.

Just as Hisahito Itadori was preparing for his exam, he suddenly discovered that his right hand was out of his control.

"Hey? Don't cause trouble at a time like this. This is the homeroom teacher's subject; if you fail, you're doomed," Itadori Yuuji said in a low voice.

The homeroom teacher's gaze swept over them immediately.

Those who whisper to each other will be killed without mercy.

Just then, a note was tossed to him from the side. Hisahito Itadori curiously opened the note and saw that it seemed to contain the answer.

The student on the left kept mouthing, "To the side! To the side!"

Yuji Itadori turned to look at the classmate on his right and found that the classmate was reaching out his hand to him.

Hurry up and give me the note.

Yuji Itadori originally didn't want to cause any trouble and just handed over the note, but his right hand suddenly did something. He folded the note into a small hard lump and flicked it with his middle finger, hitting the homeroom teacher directly on the forehead.

Yuji Itadori felt as if his soul was about to float away.

"Itadori Yuujin, do you have some grievance against me?" The homeroom teacher suddenly grabbed a piece of chalk from the podium and threw it at Itadori Yuujin's forehead, quick and accurate, like a sniper bullet.

Just when things were at their most critical, Yamabuki Hanajin made his move.

He grabbed the white bullet.

"Hmph, you audacious monster, how dare you disrespect me!" Yamabuki Hanajin immediately activated her Finger Flicking Divine Skill, and the white bullet immediately reflected, accurately hitting the homeroom teacher between the eyebrows.

"Teacher! This has nothing to do with me. I didn't do it, there's something wrong with this hand!" Hisahito Itadori shouted.

As a result, not a single teacher or student in the room believed him.

Although the homeroom teacher's face was covered in white chalk dust, it was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Come to my office after the test; I have something to discuss with you."

Yuji Itadori slumped onto the table in despair.

The world has been so cruel to me.

After school.

Yuji Itadori staggered to the club, where Sasaki-senpai and the random upperclassman were already waiting.

Both of them greeted Hisahito Itadori very warmly.

According to school regulations, a club needs at least three people to be established, and their Spirit Research Club has exactly three people.

"I feel like today was awful." Yuujin Itadori lay motionless on the table. Good thing, the sun was about to set, and this terrible day was finally over.

"Itadori, do you remember that thing we picked up before?" Sasaki-senpai suddenly said with a smile.

“I remember, it was a strange little wooden box, wasn’t it?” Hisahito Itadori replied.

“That’s right, there’s something very strange inside, wrapped in a talisman. I’m planning to untie the talisman here tonight, how about it? Want to come along?” Senior Sasaki asked.

Yuji Itadori gave a bitter smile: "I'm sorry, I have some things to do, so I can't stay here tonight."

His grandfather is seriously ill and needs someone to take care of him.

A hint of disappointment appeared on the senior student's face.

Suddenly, Yuji Itadori's right hand landed directly on his senior's shoulder.

"Huh? Is something the matter?" The senior was a little taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm.

Yuuji Itadori immediately grabbed his right hand and slammed it on the table: "Senior, you might not believe it, but I'm possessed by an evil spirit. I can't control myself. The teachers and classmates don't believe me, but you have to believe me. It wasn't that I wanted to touch your shoulder just now; this hand just wouldn't obey me!"

Sasaki-senpai didn't hold the physical contact against her; instead, she was staring at Yuuji, whose eyes were shining.

Possessed by an evil spirit? This is extremely rare; we must investigate it thoroughly.

The three of them were chatting and laughing when the clubhouse door opened, and the PE teacher stood in the doorway holding a baseball bat.

"I'm here to inform you that the school is taking back this classroom. According to school rules, clubs cannot be formed if there are fewer than three members," the PE teacher said with a smile.

Sasaki-senpai immediately led her senior and Itadori Yuujin over, saying, "There are three of us!"

The PE teacher revealed a sly smile: "When Hisahito Itadori applied for a club, his form was tampered with. He didn't apply for your Spirit Research Club, but for the Track and Field Club."

Hisahito Itadori pointed curiously at his nose: "Who changed my form?"

"Of course it's your teacher, me! It would be such a waste not to make good use of your athletic talent." The PE teacher laughed.

"Itachi, this guy seems pretty arrogant. Do you want me to beat him up for you?" Yamabuki Hanajin asked.

"Absolutely not, I beg you, please don't do anything more." Hisahito Itadori's face was filled with despair.

He was just called in for a talk by his homeroom teacher this afternoon.

If he beats up the PE teacher again, he won't be able to go to school anymore.

"Why should life require compromise? Just do it!" Yamabuki Hanajin said, full of fighting spirit.

Yuji Itadori immediately pressed down on his right hand; my muscular arm was already itching to get going.

"Itadori, let's make a bet. You choose a sport, and if you beat me, you can join any club you want. If I win, you'll obediently join the track and field club." The PE teacher looked at Itadori Yuujin smugly. Guess why I'm the PE teacher.

Yuji Itsuji was ready to fire the arrow.

Teacher, can you guess why I'm the male protagonist of this comic?

And so, the two sides had a brief exchange on sports, and the result was that the teacher was completely outmatched.

Running, track and field, shot put, long jump...

Hisahito Itadori is not only far superior to the physical education teacher in front of him, but has also broken the world record.

"I'm old and useless. If only I were ten years younger!" The PE teacher clenched his fists in despair.

The students were all making a fuss and didn't notice a young man who didn't belong to their college walking nervously across the playground.

The young man's name is Fushiguro Megumi. He is a sorcerer and a first-year student. His teacher is Gojo Satoru.

The reason he appeared at this school was because he received orders to retrieve a sealed, top-tier cursed spirit.

The legendary evil god, the two-faced Sukuna's fingers.

Chapter 585 (Main Text 586) is about spiritual pressure; I released a little spiritual pressure.

Ryomen Sukuna was once an invincible sorcerer in Japan. As his power was about to fade, he was besieged by all the sorcerers of his time. In the end, Ryomen Sukuna killed all the pursuers and established his legend of invincibility.

Legend has it that Ryomen Sukuna had two faces and four arms, with twenty fingers. Before his death, Ryomen Sukuna divided his soul into twenty parts, and these twenty fingers became extremely terrifying "Special Grade Cursed Spirits".

There are five levels of cursed spirits, which are further increased when cursed power is infused into a weapon:

A level four cursed spirit can be easily destroyed with a baseball bat.

Even a level three cursed spirit can be easily dealt with using your hands.

A level two cursed spirit requires at least the use of a shotgun.

A level one cursed spirit requires the use of a bomb.

Even the most terrifying special-grade cursed spirits might not be destroyed by cluster missiles.

Fushiguro Megumi's current abilities are only enough to barely deal with level two cursed spirits; anything higher would be dangerous.

"The atmosphere here is dangerous. Is there a corpse buried below?" Fukuro Megumi stared at the playground. Of course, his purpose in coming here was not for any corpse, but for the legendary fingers of Ryomen Sukuna.

Just as Fushiguro Megumi was searching for the aura of cursed power through his shikigami, the Tamagu, a boy passed by him, and instantly, an indescribable sense of overwhelming pressure rushed towards him.

Cold sweat streamed uncontrollably down his forehead.

Difficulty breathing, weak legs—it was a kind of oppression from the soul.

It's like encountering a natural enemy in the wild.

They can't even look up and gaze.

"No, this feeling isn't magical power at all; it's something I've never seen before! What is this thing?" Fushiguro Megumi whispered.

A strange male voice appeared in Fukuro Megumi's ear.

"Spiritual pressure. I only released a little bit of spiritual pressure."

That terrifying sense of oppression seemed to have disappeared, or rather, the other party had taken back this ability called "spiritual pressure" on their own initiative.

"Who are you talking to?" Hisahito Itadori asked curiously.

"Nothing much, I just suddenly discovered something fun," Yamabuki Hanajin said with a smile.

Fushiguro Megumi stared intently at Itadori Yuuhito's retreating figure.

This boy not only possessed terrifying cursed power, but also a power that had not been discovered by humans.

"No, I have to follow them and see." Fushiguro Megumi immediately chased after him, but Itadori Yuujin was too fast and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

"This kid runs way too fast!" Fushiguro Megumi couldn't help but complain.

A short while later, Hisahito Itadori arrived at the hospital to visit his grandfather.

The old man was still being stubborn: "Huzhang, why are you here so early? Shouldn't you be with your friend and the club?"

"I've finished my work in the club, so I came to see you." Yuuji Itadori chose a club with fewer members because he wanted to have some time to take care of his grandfather.