Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Therefore, even when he was injured in battle, he did not choose to seek treatment.

Instead, they left the injury as it was.

The purpose was to make Japanese knotweed suffer.

Upon seeing this, Yuuto took a few steps forward and walked to Itachi, using his Double-Handed Technique to quickly heal him.

Itachi chuckled twice, then asked, "Just now... what did you do to him? I think I sensed that he was very agitated."

“It’s nothing,” Gojo Satoru said casually. “It just showed him what a ‘gap’ really means.”

"Oh..." Itari nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Yuuto walked over, glanced at Itadori to make sure he was alright, then turned to Gojo Satoru: "Did you have your fun?"

"It's alright. It's just that this guy is too weak, not enough to fight."

"He only has one finger."

“I know. I’ll play seriously with him once he’s collected twenty.”

As Itajō listened to their conversation, he couldn't help but shudder. They were discussing the King of Curses, but their tone was as if they were discussing what to have for dinner.

“I say, aren’t you two… scared? That Ryomen Sukuna was the strongest curse king a thousand years ago.”

“I’m not afraid,” Yuuto said.

“I’m not afraid,” Gojo Satoru said.

The two exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Because we are stronger than him."

Chapter 122 Yoshino Junpei

After walking Sukuna, Yuuto and Gojo Satoru chatted for a while before saying goodbye.

Gojo Satoru needs to carry out a mission, while Yuuto, carrying Itadori, goes to recruit Junpei into the school.

However, Itsuji's school uniform had long been torn to shreds, and he was covered in dust and dirt, looking like a refugee dug out of the ruins.

Therefore, Yuuto took him to a nearby shopping mall and bought him a spare T-shirt and sweatpants. After putting them on, Huzhang finally looked like a normal person again.

The two people came out of the mall and stood on the roadside.

In this current timeline, Itadori's grandfather is still alive, so Yuuto asked him:

How is your grandfather's health lately?

Itadori was taken aback at first, clearly not expecting Yuuto to ask this, and then replied somewhat hesitantly:

"Grandpa was hospitalized a while ago, and he's not doing well right now."

Yu Ren replied, "Take me to the hospital where your grandfather is located sometime. I can treat him."

Upon hearing this, Huzhang was overjoyed and expressed his gratitude.

After leaving the hospital, Huzhang rubbed his stomach as he walked, his expression somewhat subtle.

"Mr. Kasuga, that finger... after I swallowed it, I always feel like there's something stuck in my stomach. It doesn't hurt, but it's just strangely uncomfortable."

You'll get used to it.

Huzhang choked for a moment, scratched his head, and didn't ask any further questions.

Yuuto glanced at the time; it was getting late.

He took out his phone, browsed through the information sent by the Spellcasting Hall, and then looked up.

"Kutane, I have a task for you."

"What mission?" Itachi's eyes lit up.

After swallowing his finger, what he feared most was being told that he only needed to lie down and wait for Sukuna to be resurrected. Now that Yuuto had a mission for him, it felt like he was being recognized.

"Go to Kanagawa and hire someone for me," Yuuto said, handing over his phone.

The screen showed a photo of a black-haired boy in a school uniform standing at the school gate, his hair covering half his face, with no expression.

A line of personal information is attached next to the photo.

"Junpei Yoshino, a first-year student at Kanagawa Prefectural Sato Sakura High School."

Itachi took the phone and examined it carefully, his brow furrowing slightly. He looked up and asked, "Who is he? Was he also involved in the curse before? Is he trapped and needs our help?"

Yuuto shook his head and explained, "He's like you; he's one of those people who can see cursed spirits. His cursed power is very strong. After the cursed power tide swept the globe, a lot of information about the cursed arts world has been made public, so he shouldn't be too resistant to our origins."

Itachi nodded thoughtfully and casually asked, "Is it enough to just bring him back to the vocational college?"

"More or less, but it's not as simple as you think."

Hu Zhang paused slightly, his brow furrowing gently: "Hmm?"

Yu Ren put his phone back in his pocket and said seriously, "Shunping has been bullied at school for a long time. He is very introverted, reluctant to interact with people, and is also very afraid and unwilling to trust anyone."

"After you go there, you can't force him to go with you. You have to befriend him first, and once he's willing to trust you, you can slowly tell him about these things in the world of sorcery."

Itachi remained silent for a few seconds, not answering immediately, but slowly clenching his fist.

He was called the Tiger of the West since he was a child, but that was because he was good at fighting and loved to stand up for others.

But he had never bullied anyone in his life. He had seen what it was like to be bullied.

“I understand.” Itadori’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was very serious. “How do I see him after I get to Kanagawa?”

Yu Ren glanced at his phone's navigation, then started walking forward: "Let's go to his school first, see if he's there, and then figure out what to do."

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Yoshino Junpei is in very poor condition today.

To be precise, he's in bad shape every day, but today was especially bad.

From the moment he stepped into the school gate, he could feel those gazes.

It wasn't looking; it was scraping back and forth across his neck, like a dull knife grinding away, not fatal, but making it hard to breathe.

Those people.

He remembered the person walking at the very front.

That's the same person who threw his backpack down from the third floor last time.

Today we tried something new.

"Hey, isn't this Yoshinoya? What movie did you watch today?"

Shunping didn't answer, but lowered his head and tried to walk around her.

A hand reached out and nudged his shoulder.

"I'm asking you a question."

Shunping took a half step back, his back slammed against the wall of the teaching building, and the back of his head hit the cement wall with a dull thud.

Shunping didn't look down; he just leaned against the wall, listening to the people laughing. The laughter whistled past his ears—sharp, piercing laughter.

He's used to it.

I'm used to being cornered, used to being pushed around, used to the endless ridicule and mockery.

He no longer even felt angry, because anger is also a kind of power, and he no longer had that power.

He simply leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the scattered notebooks on the floor, waiting for those people to get bored and leave on their own.

But this time, the laughter suddenly stopped.

It didn't gradually weaken; it was as if someone had pressed the pause button, bringing it to an abrupt stop.

Shunping raised his head.

As dusk fell, a figure walked from the direction of the school gate.

The evening breeze ruffled his hair, casting a long, long shadow that stretched all the way to Shunping's feet.

Dusk crept in from behind the man, and the orange-red light gilded his silhouette with a blurry golden edge.

Pink hair, and the school uniform was the most ordinary sportswear.

The group of people were cursing and trying to make way, saying things like "Who are you?", but that person pushed them aside as easily as removing a road post.

The person walked up to him, their back to the twilight, their expression obscured by the backlight, but their eyes were bright.

"Are you alright?" the man asked.

Shunping didn't say anything.

The man squatted down and began to help him pick up the scattered notebooks on the ground.

He picked them up slowly, without rushing, closing each book neatly and gently smoothing out the folded corners.

He wiped the cover of the notebook that had been stepped on with his sleeve. Although he didn't wipe it clean and the shoe print was still there, that action reminded Shunping of a day long ago.

When he was very young, he went to a stationery store to pick out notebooks. His mother held his hand, pointed to the colorful notebooks on the shelf, and asked him, "Shunping, which one do you want?"

He said he wanted this book because the cover had a black and white photo of an actor he liked but didn't recognize. His mother smiled, patted his head, and said, "Okay, buy it."

He hadn't thought about it for a long time.

"My name is Hisahito Itadori." The man stacked the notebooks, stood up, and handed the entire stack to Shunping. "I'm from Sendai. I need to talk to you."

Shunping stared at the stack of notebooks, then looked up at the person in front of him, slowly reached out his hands to take them, and hugged them to his chest as if he were holding something very precious.

"...Yoshino Junpei."

"Shunping." Itachi didn't call him by his surname, but directly by his first name, his voice loud and undisguised. "Can I talk to you?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything is fine, even a movie."

Shunping almost lost his composure. He bit his lower lip, suppressing the smile that was about to spill out, and his fingers gripping the spine of the book loosened and tightened repeatedly.

"...You came to the school to see me just to talk about movies?" he asked.

"almost."

After finishing speaking, Huzhang turned his head and looked towards the school gate.