Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 11

Day Eleven of Transmigration

A few days later, in the afternoon, Gojo Satoru returned to Jujutsu High. The sunglasses on his face were pushed up onto his forehead, revealing a pair of emotionless pale blue eyes. The corners of his mouth, usually tilted slightly upward, were now pressed into a straight line. He carried an aura of low pressure, having just returned from dealing with the stubborn, old higher-ups. Those old fogeys were already critical of Itadori Yuji’s survival, and now, with the addition of the mysterious Xue Yang, whose power system was bizarre, they had seized the opportunity to relentlessly emphasize “risk” and “rules.”

Annoying. Truly infuriating.

He pushed open the door to the teachers’ lounge and saw Xue Yang curled up on the window-side sofa, his legs casually draped over the armrest. He was looking down, his fingers rapidly moving across a phone screen. The phone emitted the sound effects of “clash, bang” fighting and an exciting background track. He was playing a fighting game that Gojo Satoru had casually downloaded a few days prior. Unexpectedly, Xue Yang had immediately become obsessed with it and mastered it quickly. He could now easily clear high-difficulty modes.

The focused, slightly ruthless look on Xue Yang’s profile suddenly gave Gojo Satoru an outlet for the irritation caused by the higher-ups.

“Hey, Xue Yang,” Gojo Satoru called out, his voice deeper than usual.

Xue Yang didn’t lift his head, only responding with an “Hmm?” His fingers didn’t stop moving; the character on the screen executed a dazzling combo, resulting in a KO.

“You’re good at that game,” Gojo Satoru walked up to him, casting a shadow over him. “But isn’t it boring just fighting on a screen? Want to try something real?”

Only then did Xue Yang look up, seeing the less-than-pleased expression on Gojo Satoru’s face, and a hint of eagerness deep in his eyes. He immediately understood. The corner of his mouth curled into a wicked smile. He neatly put away his phone and sprang up from the sofa. “Suits me fine. Who am I fighting?”

“Just follow me.” Gojo Satoru turned and walked out, his pace faster than usual, carrying a compelling momentum.

Xue Yang followed without hesitation, his eyes full of interest. He could sense that Gojo Satoru was in a bad mood, and this bad mood seemed about to transform into a form of “entertainment” that he had long been anticipating.

Gojo Satoru led Xue Yang directly to the training ground. On the field, Panda was engaged in a simple sparring match with Fushiguro Megumi, while Kugisaki Nobara watched from the side, occasionally offering pointers.

“Gather ’round, my dear students!” Gojo Satoru clapped his hands, drawing everyone’s attention.

Seeing Xue Yang behind Gojo Satoru, and the subtle atmosphere between the two—like a fuse about to be lit—Panda and Fushiguro Megumi stopped their movements.

“Gojo-sensei, what’s going on?” Fushiguro Megumi asked, glancing between Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang.

“An impromptu practical combat exchange class,” Gojo Satoru said, crossing his arms. His tone was light, but his gaze was absolute. “Xue Yang just arrived and needs to quickly adapt to Jujutsu High’s combat rhythm. Which of you wants to spar with him first?”

Kugisaki Nobara immediately raised her hand, eager to start. “Me! I’ll go! I’ve been wanting to see what the new guy can do!” Her injuries had healed well, and she was itching for some activity.

Panda also nodded good-naturedly. “I’m fine with it too.”

Fushiguro Megumi was more cautious. He looked at Xue Yang’s eyes, which sparkled with defiance and eagerness, and reminded them, “Keep it light?”

“Of course,” Gojo Satoru replied with a smile, then looked at Xue Yang, adding meaningfully, “However, you also need to show everyone your ‘specialty,’ Xue Yang. Don’t disappoint me.”

Xue Yang twisted his neck, producing a faint “click” sound. He took a few steps forward, standing in the center of the field, and beckoned to Kugisaki Nobara. “Come on, ladies first.”

His frivolous attitude instantly ignited Kugisaki’s fighting spirit. “Hmph, don’t underestimate me!” Without another word, she pulled her hammer from her toolkit, pushed off the ground, and charged toward Xue Yang. Cursed Energy enveloped the hammerhead, which whistled as it swung down!

Xue Yang stood his ground, seemingly unwilling to dodge. Only when the hammer was about to strike his head did he slide half a step to the side like a phantom, moving so fast that he left only an afterimage. Simultaneously, his right hand shot out like lightning, not to block the hammer, but to precisely clamp down on Kugisaki Nobara’s wrist!

Kugisaki was startled and quickly tried to change her move, but Xue Yang’s fingers were like iron tongs, already touching her skin. A chilling aura spread from the point of contact, numbing her arm. Immediately after, Xue Yang’s other hand, with fingers pressed together like a blade, aimed straight for the elbow joint of her hammer-wielding arm! The angle was tricky and exceptionally vicious!

“Nobara, watch out!” Panda exclaimed.

Kugisaki’s reaction was swift. She forcefully twisted her body, using her momentum to retreat, narrowly avoiding the strike. But the tingling numbness in her wrist left her shaken. This was not ordinary physical sparring; it was more like disarming and joint-breaking techniques used in life-or-death combat!

Fushiguro Megumi frowned and looked at Gojo Satoru. Gojo Satoru, however, remained with his arms crossed, expressionless, merely commenting lightly, “Good reaction speed, Nobara. Xue Yang, your attack style is very unique. Keep going.”

Xue Yang licked his lips, his eyes growing more excited. He stopped waiting and initiated the attack. His movements were strange, his steps erratic, unlike any known footwork in the Jujutsu High system. It was more like a self-taught, street-fighting style honed through countless real battles. Every move went straight for a vital point, terrifyingly efficient. He didn’t use any obvious Cursed Energy fluctuations, but the air stirred by his movements carried sharpness and coldness.

Kugisaki Nobara managed to hold on, relying on her solid foundation and fierce fighting spirit, but she was clearly at a disadvantage. Her Cursed Energy attacks were often avoided by Xue Yang by a hair’s breadth, while his counterattacks constantly left her scrambling.

“That’s enough,” Gojo Satoru intervened. If they continued, Kugisaki might get hurt.

Upon hearing this, Xue Yang immediately stopped and retreated, as if the ruthless intensity from moments ago had never existed. He brushed off non-existent dust from his clothes and smiled at the slightly breathless Kugisaki Nobara. “My thanks.”

Kugisaki Nobara looked at him, her expression complex—a mix of defiance and shock. This guy’s fighting style was too bizarre.

“Next up, Panda,” Gojo Satoru announced.

Panda stepped forward, his large body radiating pressure. “Please go easy on me, Xue Yang.”

Facing an opponent significantly larger than himself, Xue Yang showed no fear; instead, his eyes shone brighter. He moved quickly around Panda, looking for an opening. Panda’s strength and defense were formidable; ordinary attacks would be ineffective.

Xue Yang attempted a few tentative close-quarters attacks, but Panda forced him back with broad palm strikes and flexible blocks. However, he quickly noticed that while Panda was powerful, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible delay when he turned or responded to attacks coming from his blind spots.

Xue Yang deliberately exposed an opening, luring Panda into throwing a heavy punch. Then, he suddenly ducked low, sliding almost flush with the ground to Panda’s side and rear. A trace of dark energy (not Cursed Energy, but more like a power from his own world) condensed on his fingertips, aimed directly at a specific joint connection in Panda’s lower back!

“Huh?” Panda felt a sharp, stinging sensation from his waist, and his movement involuntarily paused.

Xue Yang seized the opportunity, climbing onto Panda’s back like a nimble monkey, wrapping an arm around his neck!

“Alright, stop,” Gojo Satoru’s voice rang out again.

Xue Yang released his grip and landed lightly on the ground.

Panda rubbed his lower back, looking at Xue Yang in surprise. “Wow, you’re amazing! What was that just now? It felt weird.”

Xue Yang just smiled, offering no answer.

Gojo Satoru walked to the center of the training ground, his gaze sweeping over the serious faces of Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, and Panda, finally settling on Xue Yang.

“Did you see that?” Gojo Satoru’s voice returned to its usual tone, yet carried an invisible pressure. “This is your new classmate. His fighting style is completely different from what you are familiar with—more direct, and more… effective. In a real fight, the enemy won’t care about rules or techniques.”

He paused, then looked at Xue Yang, his eyes behind the sunglasses deep. “The same goes for you, Xue Yang. Their power system and their teamwork are things you need to understand and learn. At Jujutsu High, you must not only learn to control your power but also how to fight alongside your comrades.”

Xue Yang raised an eyebrow, noncommittal. Fighting alongside comrades? He was used to being alone.

But Gojo Satoru didn’t mind his reaction. His goal for the day had been achieved. He had vented the frustration stirred up by the higher-ups, and he had given Xue Yang and the other students a preliminary understanding of their mutual “differences” and “abilities.”

“Today’s practical lesson is over,” Gojo Satoru announced, then clapped Xue Yang on the shoulder with a non-gentle force. “Come on, Xue Yang. I’m taking you to try the new limited-edition Kikufuku mochi. You need to replenish your sugar after a tiring fight.”

Hearing the mention of sweets, the nonchalance on Xue Yang’s face lessened, his eyes slightly brightening. He silently followed Gojo Satoru’s footsteps.

The three students left on the training ground exchanged glances. They were all left with an extremely profound impression of their new classmate—powerful, strange, and “protected” by the strongest teacher with a subtle attitude.