What does it mean that the group members have given me back the light?

After muttering to himself for a while, Yoshino Junpei couldn't help but let out a strange, uncontrollable smile.

"You haven't been to class lately, have you?"

Suddenly, the familiar voice made Yoshino Junpei freeze instinctively.

He turned around, and the sunlight cast long shadows of three familiar figures. The leader smiled and said, "Have you heard? Sayama, Nishimura, and Honda have passed away. You were close to them, weren't you? Why didn't you go to their funeral?"

I have a good relationship with them?

Yoshino Junpei felt nauseous.

"The teacher is very worried about you." The person stepped forward, smiling, their demeanor completely unlike the fierce one who had taken over his clubroom. "Today is the last day of their funeral, the whole class must..."

"Go away."

Yoshino Junpei's voice was soft, yet it froze the air instantly. He felt something cold churning in his stomach, and the man's whisper echoed in his ears—"We are free."

"what?"

The man was slightly taken aback, then his eyebrows shot up dramatically. He saw that Yoshino Junpei's eyes had changed—those eyes, which were always lowered and evasive, now gleamed with a cold light, like specimens preserved in formalin.

But his long-standing habit made him merely scoff, reaching out to grab Yoshino Junpei's collar as he always did: "You have a foul mouth, don't you—"

Yoshino Junpei watched coldly. He was no longer the helpless person he used to be. If this bastard touched him even once, the things that Master Shigenori had taught him would...

"STOP!"

A figure plummeted from the sky, yelling and screaming, and crashed into the ground between the two men with a loud thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Ahem... Sorry, sorry!"

Yuji Itadori coughed, brushed the dust off his clothes, and stood up. The cursed spirit that had escaped because Mr. Ijichi had messed up was struggling and baring its teeth.

He looked up and met Yoshino Junpei's gaze—those eyes were fixed on the cursed spirit in his arms, the pupils showing a hint of surprise.

"You...can you see this?"

Hisahito Itadori asked in surprise.

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Chapter Twenty-Two: What does it mean that Ultraman Seven attacked Nanami? (5k)

"Hey! Who the hell are you?!" The leader glared fiercely at Hisahito Itadori, who had suddenly appeared.

"Are you asking me? I need to talk to him. Can you guys step aside for a second?" Itadori Yuujin pointed at Yoshino Junpei, who was standing in the shadows, with an innocent expression on his face.

"Let us go away, who do you think you are with...??? Wait... what are you trying to do!?"

Before he could finish speaking, Hisahito Itadori had already rushed in front of them with astonishing speed. With a nimble bend, he precisely grabbed the waistbands of the three men.

"Loosen, loosen my pants! Hey hey hey...whoa!"

"Wait, wait a minute! I... you son of a bitch! Don't run away!"

What exactly is going on with this person?

The sound of tearing fabric accompanied by screams rose and fell. Amidst the chaotic noise, Yoshino Junpei's eyes twitched. He watched as the boy who had just appeared quickly pulled down the pants of several people after a disagreement and disappeared into the horizon. Soon, only the red-faced backs of the three people chasing after him remained in the air.

"Then let's go."

A familiar voice came from beside him, and Yoshino Junpei was stunned to find that Itadori Yujin had appeared behind him.

"You, you've already run a lap and come back?" Yoshino Junpei was shocked.

“Yeah.” Yuujin Itadori nodded easily, as if he had just done something trivial.

"You didn't have to do that, did you? Why didn't you just take me away?" Yoshino Junpei asked, confused.

"Because...aren't they bullying you?"

Hisahito Itadori touched his neck and smiled somewhat sheepishly at him: "Did you make a mistake?"

"……No."

“In short,” Hisahito Itadori leaned closer, his sunny smile standing out in the twilight, “let’s talk, shall we?”

"Uh..." Yoshino Junpei nodded, somewhat bewildered.

……

……

"You've won the lottery!"

A man wearing a kasaya and with his hair in a bun smiled and said, standing at a distance, looking down from a rooftop at the two people who were talking.

The man crouching beside him had a face covered in strange stitches, and he too wore a pleased expression.

"Yes, I never expected that a small toy I picked up by chance would be so lucky as to directly encounter Sukuna's container."

Xia Youjie—or rather, the one occupying this body—is a complex being, a being that is both powerful and incompetent.

"Humph."

Zhenren shook his head lightly: "I used a little trick to shake him off, after all, I'm not in the mood to play with him right now."

"I see. Then can I give you Su Nuo's finger?"

Liao Chi ⑿ψ Pan Dang Kui Hai Ao Qu  Lan Mi Fu Cu Ai Sang Jun �

"Hmm...I know, I know..."

As if considering something, the man suddenly clasped his hands together, looked up, and gazed earnestly at the fish like a child asking for candy.

"Sorry, Xia You, could you let me have it this time? I want to do an experiment to verify my idea, okay?"

"experiment?"

He repeated the word, and Liao Suo raised an eyebrow slightly.

This unexpected request surprised him. According to the plan of these cursed spirits, they should have persuaded the King of Curses to join their ranks before the two Sukuna were fully resurrected—this required using the release of Sukuna's vessel as an opportunity. He didn't understand why the real person would give up this readily available opportunity.

But all these thoughts were hidden beneath his perfect smile; he simply gazed at the real person, maintaining an ambiguous attitude.

As a curse born from human resentment and fear, the other party was clearly quite sensible.

“Well, Xia You, you should know that I am a curse born from ‘negative energy,’ right?” The real man spread his hands and began to explain.

"'Negative energy'? Although this term is somewhat rare, it is indeed true." (The rest of the text appears to be a fragment and doesn't form a coherent sentence.)

"Recently, I've suddenly had a very special feeling."

The real person looked at his hands covered in stitches, and his smile grew even brighter.

"If I put the toy's 'negative energy' into some special container, maybe something fun will happen."

"Oh?"

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"Yeah, that's right."

The order was broken, and the words "令了魑徽幕卮鸫诱嫒丝谥斜某觯" were repeated. The remaining text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"I guarantee this is even more fun than Su Nuo's stuff."

……

……

"Huh? We're saying this at your home? Is that okay? Your parents..."

"I don't have a dad, and my mom wouldn't be getting off work this early today,"

Yoshino Junpei replied in a blunt tone, as if that would dispel the helplessness that had just welled up from the depths of his heart: "If you have any questions, please ask them quickly, and then leave as soon as you're done."

He recognized Itadori Yuujin's identity; the other man had a special spiral-shaped button embroidered on his collar—the very symbol of a sorcerer that Master Makoto had mentioned.

Sorcerers... are all enemies of Master Zhenren.

The temperature in Yoshino Junpei's eyes dropped sharply. He stopped his subconscious action of pouring water for guests and looked at Itadori Yuujin, who had been busy taking out his phone since earlier.

"Ah... no, Mr. Ijichi isn't answering the phone."

Yuji Itadori scratched his head, feeling a bit of a headache. The light from his phone screen danced on his face. When he suddenly looked up, even though he thought he was prepared, those overly straightforward eyes made Junpei Yoshino's heart skip a beat.

“Then I’ll just ask directly,” Hisahito Itadori took half a step forward and raised the fly-head in his hand: “Did you see anything similar in the movie theater that time?”

“No, no,” Yoshino Junpei answered reflexively, then immediately added, “I only saw this recently.”

"Oh, okay, then there's nothing else."

This overly straightforward response left Yoshino Junpei stunned. The lines he had rehearsed suddenly became meaningless in that instant. His fingers unconsciously tugged at the hem of his clothes: "...Eh? That's it?"

"Well, I always felt you weren't a bad person, so I trusted you."

As Yuji Itadori was speaking, he suddenly added, as if remembering something:

"But could you wait for that person who's probably my boss to come? He probably has a few more questions for you."

“…It’s not impossible.” Yoshino Junpei answered instinctively.

"Thank you for your cooperation... Oh, is this the water you poured for me? Thank you, thank you."

Yuji Itadori saw that Junpei Yoshino's water glass was already half full, took it without ceremony, drank it all in one gulp, then sat down on the sofa and casually asked, "What movie did you watch in the theater?"

"what?"

"Hey, what movie were you watching in the theater?"

Yuji Itadori repeated his question. Since the clues had been cut off, there was no point in rushing things. It would be better to wait for Mr. Ijichi to come over.

"...That's a remake of a series from the Showa era; you probably wouldn't be interested."

"Tell me, tell me," Hisahito Itadori said with an expectant expression.

"...New Kamen Rider".

"Ah, I know this one, it's a tokusatsu show, right?"

"Huh?" Yoshino Junpei looked at him with a shocked expression, "You actually know about this kind of movie?"

"Recently, I've been looking for a lot of information about tokusatsu films for some reasons, and well... I've also watched quite a lot of them."

Yuji Itadori coughed a few times, then covered his mouth and imitated lines from the Ultraman series:

"Enthusiasm and sincerity should never be extinguished. We should care for and help the weak. Everyone in the world is a friend. There may be misunderstandings or even disagreements between friends, but these are insignificant. Never give up on friendship, even if it has been betrayed a thousand times."

"?" Yoshino Junpei typed out a question mark.

"Because you love the other person, you want to be loved; because you can't be loved, you get angry. But is true love so insignificant? Always expecting a response from the other person is not true love."

“Um, what are you saying…” Yoshino Junpei tried to speak.

"What's with those tears! And what's with that expression! Do you think this can save the world?"

"What……"

"No matter how many times the same thing happens, I am still willing to commit sins again for the sake of humanity."

"..."

"The past cannot be changed, but perhaps we can change the future."

"..."

With a sense of unfinished business, Yuuji Itadori stopped in his last pose and then noticed Yoshino Junpei's unusual reaction of having his head down.

"Sorry, sorry, did I get a little too high?" Yuji Itadori quickly apologized.

“These are all…” Yoshino Junpei kept his head down, his voice trembling slightly.

"What are these?" Hisahito Itadori tilted his head in confusion.

"What works are these lines from?!"

Yoshino Junpei suddenly looked up and excitedly shook Itadori Yuuhito's shoulders:

"I've rarely heard such profound tokusatsu lines! Is it a new tokusatsu series from Toei? Or is it something from Toei, the company that made the Seishin series? Or is it from Toei, the company that made the Garo series?"

As a seasoned tokusatsu enthusiast, the fact that there were still such undiscovered treasures of tokusatsu in the world made him, who was originally introverted and shy, extremely excited.