Jujutsu Kaisen: I Made Sukuna Owe 100 Million Yen

The rain stopped.

Yoshino Junpei walked with his head down on the way to Risaku High School.

There was a cool badge pinned to the collar, close to the skin.

"Does that thing... really work?"

Shunping muttered to himself. Last night's experience felt like a dream, but the sensation under his collar constantly reminded him—it was real.

……

Riying High School, in a corner behind the teaching building.

This is a blind spot in the surveillance system, and also Shunping's nightmare.

"Hey, Yoshino."

A flippant and malicious voice rang out.

Shunping's body stiffened instinctively, causing the can of cola in his hand to tremble.

Shota Ito. That school bully with dyed yellow hair who enjoys bullying him is blocking his way with two henchmen.

"I heard you've been avoiding us lately?"

Ito exhaled a smoke ring, walked up to Junpei with a playful expression, and patted Junpei's cheek.

"What? You think you can forget who's in charge just because your forehead injury has healed?"

Shunping remained silent.

"Are you mute?"

Seeing that Shunpei remained silent, Ito felt a surge of inexplicable irritation. Normally, this bug would have been begging for mercy by now.

"You're so infuriating, those dead fish eyes of yours."

The malice in Ito's eyes erupted instantly.

He suddenly raised his hand and pressed the burning cigarette butt hard against Shunping's left eye!

"If you don't want to watch where you're going, then don't!"

"Sizzle—"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Shunping instinctively closed his eyes.

But he didn't dodge.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The expected excruciating pain did not come. Instead, an extremely piercing scream instantly shattered the tranquility of the campus.

Shunping suddenly opened his eyes.

The sight before him caused his pupils to dilate violently.

He was unharmed.

Meanwhile, the arrogant Ito was clutching his right eye, kneeling on the ground in agony, rolling around frantically.

"My eyes! My eyes are burning!!"

Blood seeped from between Ito's fingers, and his right eye swelled up and blistered rapidly, as if it had been burned by an invisible fire.

The moment the cigarette butt touched Shunping's "shield," the [Malicious Reflection Mirror] activated.

Double rebound.

Not only did it block the attack, it also returned the pain of the "burn" to the perpetrator in double measure.

"Ito-kun?!"

The two henchmen beside him were terrified. They stared in horror at the unharmed Shunping, as if he were a monster.

"What...what did you do?!"

Shunping stood there blankly.

He touched his face. It didn't hurt.

He then looked at Ito, who was wailing on the ground.

An unprecedented pleasure shot straight to the top of my head.

"real……"

Shunping's hands were trembling; it was a trembling of extreme excitement.

"It really works!"

"This is... the power the boss was talking about!"

He slowly lowered his head, looking at Ito, the man who had once terrified him, and his eyes changed.

That was no longer the look of a victim.

"When you bully others, do you ever think about this day?"

Shunpei coldly squatted down and slowly poured all the cola in his hand onto Ito's head.

The cola flowed down Ito's hand, which was covering his eyes, onto his face, head, and neck.

Seeing this, the two henchmen were confused and rushed forward to avenge their boss.

The result was naturally that he collapsed to the ground clutching his stomach.

The three of them helped each other escape from the place.

Shunping was the only one left in the corner.

He took a deep breath, and felt completely refreshed.

"Thank you... Boss."

Shunping straightened his collar, turned around, and walked out of the school.

……

the next day.

Following Lynn's instructions, Shunping skipped class and headed towards the old movie theater called "Kinema".

He bought a ticket; it was for the back row, in a corner.

The movie is a cheesy B-movie horror film called "The Worm Man 3".

In the dim light, Shunping did not look at the screen.

Out of the corner of his eye, he stared intently at the row in front.

Shota Ito, and his two henchmen.

They were putting their feet up on the front seats, making a huge racket, mocking the movie's special effects, and throwing popcorn around.

"That's disgusting."

Shunping silently recited it in his heart.

Even though Shunping taught them a lesson yesterday, some people are just incorrigible.

"It's so noisy."

A light, airy voice suddenly rang out in the theater.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling undertone.

Shunping's heart clenched violently.

coming.

He turned his head.

Not far from Ito sat a strange man.

Her long, gray-blue hair was braided, and her face... was covered in stitches.

Ito was clearly unaware that death was imminent.

He turned his head, his face filled with hostility:

"Huh? Who are you? What I say is none of your business!"

"Believe it or not, I'll beat you up..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The man with the stitched-up face stood up.

He smiled, a childlike, innocent smile.

"Humans, they really have no manners."

He raised his hand and gently patted Ito's shoulder.

"Let's be a little... quieter."

"Pfft—"

There were no screams.

There was no blood splattering.

Junpei watched as Ito's head twisted, swelled, and deformed like dough.

His facial features were squeezed together.

Protruding eyeballs.

It instantly turned into a huge, ugly tumor.

Followed by.

"Slap, slap."

The other two henchmen also instantly twisted, turning into two writhing lumps of flesh.

The theater was deathly silent.

Only the screams on the screen continued.

The man looked at the three "works" on the ground, nodded in satisfaction, hummed a little tune, and turned to walk towards the exit.

Shunping sat in the darkness, his body stiff.

Are you afraid?

Of course. That's inhuman power.

But more than anything, it was a deep-seated tremor and...exhilaration.

died.

Those who trampled him into the mud were crushed like insects.

Shunping took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to vomit.

He stood up and rushed out of the theater.

……

The back alley outside the movie theater.

The ground was covered with puddles after the rain.

The man walked casually, savoring the feeling of his touch.

"Changing the human soul is still too fragile after all..."

"etc!"

I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

The real person stopped and turned around in surprise.

The boy trembling in the back row of the theater?

"Please...please wait a moment!"

Shunping caught up, panting, his hands on his knees, his face flushed.

The real person tilted their head, a hint of interest flashing in their heterochromatic pupils.

"Oh? You can see me?"

Shunping swallowed.

He stared at the horrifying stitched-up face.

"Just now...those people..."

Shunping pointed in the direction of the movie theater, his voice trembling, but his eyes were fixed on the real person.

Did you do this?

The real person laughed.

"Yes. Because they're too noisy."

He took a step toward Shunping, a probing move tinged with malice.

"What? Those are your friends? You want to avenge them?"

"No!"

Shunping blurted it out.

He raised his head, a twisted yet genuine smile appearing on his face.

That wasn't acting; it was his long-suppressed dark side.

"I think..."

"That's beautiful."

"They...should have become like that a long time ago."

The real person stopped in his tracks.

He stared at Shunping for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Interesting! Very interesting!"

The real person walked up to Shunping and looked like he had discovered a new toy.

"Young man, your soul... is quite special."

"Full of hatred, yet so clear."

"Don't you also think this world is boring?"

"Aren't those humans who trample on others at will an eyesore?"

Shunping stared at the monster that was so close to him.

Shunping suppressed his instinct to back away and nodded.

"Can I...do that too?"

Shunping stretched out his hand and pointed to the movie theater.

"Like you...possessing that kind of power?"

"certainly."

The man squinted; he really liked the boy's eyes.

That yearning for power, that hatred of the present world.

This is simply the best experimental material.

"However, whether you can learn it depends on your aptitude."

I really like your eyes.

"You are still too weak."

The real man walked around Shunping with his hands behind his back, like a mentor.

"Would you like to learn?"

"Come find me in the sewers here at this time tomorrow."

"I will teach you... about the soul."

Shunping was stunned.

He seemed somewhat bewildered, but his stunned expression was actually seen as "shock after being chosen" by the real person.

"What? You're too scared to come?" the real man said jokingly.

"I'll go."

Shunping clenched his fist.

"As long as I can become stronger... I'll go anywhere."

"very good."

The real person waved his hand with satisfaction, his body turning into a pool of fluid and disappearing into the gap of the manhole cover next to him.

"See you tomorrow then."

"An interesting young man."

……

Until the real person's aura completely disappeared.

Shunping's legs went weak, and he leaned against the wall.

Cold sweat had already soaked through his school uniform.

He succeeded.

He successfully infiltrated the monster's vicinity.

"The sewers...?"

Shunping stared at the dark manhole cover, a fierce glint in his eyes.

……