Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

His voice no longer carried the excitement of previous competitions; instead, it carried a hint of composure.

“Mr. Kasuga, my grandfather often told me to be a good person who can help others, in the way that I can.”

"For this, I need to keep striving until I die surrounded by a crowd..."

As he spoke, Itsuji paused, his gaze falling on the endless school road in the distance, before finally looking away after a long while:

"If I were stronger, perhaps I could help many more people, so would the college accept me and help me become stronger?"

Chapter 119 Two-Faced Sukuna

After listening to Itajō's words, Yūjin looked at him thoughtfully.

As expected of the protagonist, his level of ideological awareness is truly high.

Although his grandfather was not yet dead, his often-repeated saying that he wanted to die surrounded by a crowd became a deep-seated motivation for him.

It's not about passively waiting to die, but about doing everything you can to help others, and then leaving peacefully.

But Yuuto knew in his heart that Itajō knew almost nothing about the world of sorcery.

His understanding of helping others is limited to helping the elderly cross the street or helping classmates move their belongings.

He had no idea what kind of world he was about to face.

Helping others there means risking your own life.

Yuuto didn't rush to say these things.

Some things are better left unsaid and seen with one's own eyes.

The college will teach him everything, and what he needs now is simply a heart willing to stand up and help others.

The two didn't rush to talk about business, but chatted as they walked, from their performance at the sports meet to their daily lives at school, from their athletic talents to why they wanted to join the Paranormal Phenomena Research Association.

Huzhang said that he lost his parents when he was young and was raised by his grandfather.

His grandfather had always been in poor health, and going in and out of the hospital was a regular occurrence for him.

So he started cooking and doing housework himself from elementary school, developing quite good culinary skills. Hearing this, Youren smiled and said, "Being able to cook is pretty good. You can show everyone when you go to college."

"Does Mr. Kasuga cook?" Itadori asked.

"I know a little, but not as much as you do," Yuuto replied truthfully.

Huzhang chuckled twice and said that he would definitely show off his skills when he had the chance, so that Yu Ren and his future classmates could all have a taste.

“I’m really looking forward to it,” Yuuto said.

As the two were chatting, Huzhang suddenly stopped, scratched his head, and said with a hint of embarrassment that he was actually a little worried.

Although he was physically fit, he knew nothing about magic and was afraid that he would not be able to keep up if he went to a vocational college and that he would cause trouble for his teachers.

Yuuto stopped and turned to look at him.

"Kudos, remember one thing."

"what?"

"No one is born with the ability to cast spells; what we need to do is keep working hard and moving forward."

Haddō nodded thoughtfully, still somewhat bewildered, but the worry in his eyes lessened.

Yuuto looked at him and thought of the boy in the original work who was always at the forefront.

Despite being beaten and bruised all over, he still stood up and stood in front of others.

It's not because of strength, but because that heart has been there from the very beginning, neither increasing nor decreasing.

"Kudoshin, let me ask you," Yuuto suddenly spoke up, "did you ever notice anything different about yourself when you were a child?"

Itachi thought about it seriously. He remembered the elementary school sports meet, where he ran all four legs of the relay race by himself and won by more than half a lap over the second place.

He recalled a middle school PE class where he punched a sandbag so hard it flew away, and the PE teacher stared at him for a full ten seconds.

Last summer, he jumped off the second-floor balcony to retrieve clothes that had been blown away by the wind. When he landed, his knees only bent slightly, and he didn't even get a scratch.

So, Japanese knotweed replied in a very serious tone, "I can eat a lot more than others."

Yuuto paused for a moment, then reached out and tapped Itajō on the forehead.

"I really want to open your head and see what's inside, that you could come up with such a reply."

Yuuto's tone carried a hint of helplessness: "I'm referring to physical fitness and recovery ability."

Huzhang covered his forehead and chuckled twice.

“I do know a little about these things,” Itari muttered, his tone somewhat dismissive, “but it’s been like this since I was a child, I’m used to it, and sometimes I even forget that it’s special.”

Yu Ren put away his joking expression and said seriously, "Your physique is different from ordinary people, you should have felt it yourself long ago."

"Your physical strength, reaction speed, and recovery ability far exceed those of ordinary people."

"This is not just talent; you are a natural vessel, a perfect vessel that is rare in a thousand years, capable of completely reviving Ryoumen Sukuna without collapsing."

"Two-faced Sunu... what is that?" Huzhang asked.

Yuuto did not answer immediately.

He took the tiger staff to a secluded spot, the basketball court of an abandoned school on the outskirts of Sendai.

"We've arrived," Yuuto said.

Huzhang looked around, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Why do we have to talk in a place like this?" Itarō asked.

Yuuto did not answer.

He just felt that what he was about to say was not suitable to be said in a crowded place.

These topics about the King of Curses, destiny, and death need a quiet space to be discussed.

He reached out and made a gesture in the air, taking out a folding table and a cushioned chair from the system space, placing them in the center of the court, and gesturing for Itsuji to sit down.

Then he took out a can of chilled soda, opened it, and pushed it in front of Tiger Stick.

Huzhang paused for a moment, took the drink, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Delicious!"

Yuuto took a can himself, pulled the tab, but didn't drink it right away. He just held it in his hand, feeling the water droplets condensing on the metal can.

He likes these moments.

The calm before the storm, the lull before the tempest arrives.

At such a moment, he could temporarily set aside his identity as the fourth seat of the Sword Academy, put aside all his calculations and defenses, and sit down like an ordinary person with a young man who was about to change the fate of the world, and drink a can of soda.

“Mr. Kasuga,” Itadori put down his soda can and asked seriously, “why did you become a sorcerer?”

Yuuto thought for a moment. He remembered many things.

The confusion at the beginning of the journey, the fear when facing the cursed spirit for the first time, and the despair of having his limbs severed and falling into a pool of blood in the ruins of Songjiang.

“Because someone needs me,” he concluded. “And I also want to see how far I can go.”

Huzhang nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Yu Ren felt the atmosphere had suddenly become too serious, which was contrary to his usual style, so he deliberately showed a mischievous smile and teased, "You, kid, going to a vocational college, is it for the cafeteria there?"

Itachi was taken aback by what he said, then recalled some information he had seen online about the lavish food at the Tokyo campus: "Maybe it's true. I checked, and the food there is quite good. I heard they even serve steak on Fridays."

The two exchanged a glance and burst into laughter simultaneously. The laughter echoed through the empty, abandoned basketball court, startling a few sparrows nesting under the eaves.

After laughing, Yuuto took out a specially made demon-sealing box from his system space and placed it on the folding table.

The box was entirely black, with layers upon layers of sealing patterns engraved on its surface.

As soon as the Demon-Sealing Box appeared, an invisible sense of oppression filled the entire abandoned basketball court, making the surrounding air feel heavier.

Huzhang stared at the box, feeling his heart skip a beat.

No.

It's not fear.

Something was calling to him, from a corner of his soul that had never been touched before.

Yuuto noticed Itajimaru's reaction and nodded slightly.

This is a good start—it at least shows that Hadji's body is indeed responding correctly to external stimuli and has developed some kind of stress response capability.

“There’s a finger in here,” Yuuto said. “The finger of the Curse King Ryoumen Sukuna.”

Itachi stared at the black box, but his mind wasn't on the finger; rather, he was wondering how much Yuuto was hiding.

They just took out a table and a chair, and now they're taking out a box.

“Ryomen Sukuna is a real cursed king who existed a thousand years ago.” Yuuto’s voice was deep and steady, as if he were telling a story from the past.

"He has four hands, two faces, and his body structure is completely abnormal."

"He is unruly and his strength is unmatched."

“In his presence, a top-tier cursed spirit is as fragile as a newborn baby,” Yuuto said slowly, each word exceptionally clear, ensuring there would be no misunderstanding with Itadori.

"At that time, he was a being who stood above both humanity and the curse, a monster who did not belong to either side. He was neither human nor a cursed spirit."

Huzhang instinctively gripped his trouser leg tightly.

“At that time, the world of sorcery was at its peak, and they gathered all their strength to launch a campaign against him.” Yuuto’s tone turned somber. “Countless people died in that war. Those powerful figures who could be pillars of the sorcery world today died like weeds in that war.”

"They paid a heavy price, with rivers of blood flowing, but they still couldn't kill him."

"Finally, after he died of old age, all they could do was cut off his body and turn his twenty fingers into special-grade cursed objects, which were then sealed in various parts of Japan."

Yuuto paused for a moment, waiting for Itajō to process the information before continuing.

"Those fingers contain the entire soul and curse power of the King of Curses in his lifetime. Each finger contains a portion of his power, one-twentieth of his strength, which is enough to rival the strength of a top-grade curse spirit."

“But what’s truly terrifying isn’t the power itself, but the fragments of consciousness that remain in the fingers,” Yuuto emphasized. “Those fragments of consciousness will continuously radiate outwards.”

"If an ordinary human touches the finger, they will either fall into a coma or die on the spot. They may even be possessed by the spirit of Su Nuo in the finger and become a new vicious cursed spirit."

Yuuto looked into Itajimaru's eyes and said, word by word, "But you are not an ordinary person. You are a vessel that appears only once in a thousand years. You can not only contain the power of Sukuna's fingers, but also Sukuna's soul and the curse power in all twenty fingers. You can bear the resurrection of his consciousness in your body, while maintaining your own consciousness."

Yuuto emphasized, word by word: "Only you can contain Sukuna's soul and curse power, revive him within you, and at the same time maintain your own consciousness."