Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 35

In Gojo Satoru’s dorm room (which now functioned more like a shared space), the atmosphere was devoid of its usual lightness. Gojo Satoru, uncharacteristically, was neither sucking on a lollipop nor fiddling with a game console. He sat opposite Xue Yang, his expression serious.

“That guy last night, if I’m not mistaken, should be a curse user named Kenjaku,” Gojo Satoru stated directly, his voice low. “An old monster who has lived for over a thousand years by constantly switching bodies and brains.”

Xue Yang sat cross-legged on a beanbag chair. Hearing this, he raised an eyebrow, showing no surprise, only interest. “Oh? A thousand-year-old turtle? No wonder its blood tasted so disgusting.”

Gojo Satoru was momentarily choked by the description but continued, “Its previous body was Geto Suguru’s.”

This made Xue Yang’s eyes shift. Geto Suguru… he knew the name, the lifeless body Gojo Satoru had brought back. So, that thing had been occupying that body before.

“Its goal is to collect Sukuna’s fingers and achieve some kind of ‘evolution,’ or more accurately, to create ultimate chaos,” Gojo Satoru briefly explained Kenjaku’s ambition. “It has lost Geto Suguru’s body now, suffering a massive loss of power, but it will never give up. It’s like a rat in the gutter; it will definitely try to scheme its way back. And Geto Suguru’s body is crucial to it.”

Xue Yang scoffed after listening. “So, this old turtle is eyeing this place? Wants to steal the corpse?”

“Exactly,” Gojo Satoru nodded. “It failed last night and was injured, so it shouldn’t make any rash moves for a while. But that doesn’t mean it’s given up. It will only become more cautious, hiding in deeper shadows.”

A cold light of impatience flashed in Xue Yang’s amber eyes. “Such a hassle. Wait for it to come back and take another bite sometime? Why not figure out a way to lure it out and finish it off once and for all.”

Gojo Satoru looked at the undisguised killing intent and proactive sharpness in Xue Yang’s eyes, and his heart stirred. This was indeed characteristic of Xue Yang; he disliked passive defense and preferred to actively eliminate threats.

“Luring it out… easier said than done,” Gojo Satoru pretended to ponder. “That guy is extremely cunning. After last night, it will certainly be even more vigilant.”

Xue Yang curled his lips into a malicious smile. “Doesn’t it want that corpse? Then let’s give it an ‘opportunity.’ For example, pretend to move the corpse to a location it thinks it can exploit, set a trap, and wait for it to crawl in.”

The eyes behind Gojo Satoru’s sunglasses lit up. This approach was simple, direct, and even somewhat crude, but against a suspicious and greedy individual like Kenjaku, it might just work. The key was how to make the trap sufficiently “real,” sufficiently tempting, and… ensure a single, fatal blow, preventing its escape again.

“The plan is good,” Gojo Satoru agreed. “However, even with its power diminished, Kenjaku will have no shortage of means to survive and escape. To capture it, especially to permanently eliminate it, we need a powerful enough method that can seal everything off.”

His gaze fell on Xue Yang, the implication clear.

Xue Yang met his eyes, instantly understanding. “My Domain?”

“Precisely.” Gojo Satoru stood up and walked over to Xue Yang, looking down at him. His tone became serious and challenging. “Your Calamity Burial Mounds possesses the rule of mandatory command. If you can fully control it, theoretically, you can strip away its ability to move within the Domain, and even prevent it from using any escape techniques. But your Domain has just awakened; it’s unstable, consumes massive energy, and its range and duration are limited.”

He reached out and tapped Xue Yang’s forehead. “Before we execute this plan, you need to become stronger. At the very least, you must be able to deploy your Domain skillfully and stably, and wield its power to the extent that it can trap and suppress an opponent of Kenjaku’s caliber.”

Xue Yang slapped his hand away, but his eyes were burning with fighting spirit and a desire for conquest. “Then let’s train!”

He never feared getting stronger, especially when power could be used to clear away bothersome trash.

“Very good.” Gojo Satoru smiled in satisfaction. “Starting today, special training is upgraded. The goal: complete mastery of your Domain!”

And so, during the period when Kenjaku was injured, lying low, licking its wounds in the dark, and searching for a new opportunity, the most secluded and heavily guarded training ground at Jujutsu High became the exclusive restricted area for Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang.

The special training here was no longer simple physical combat or Cursed Energy manipulation; it was direct refinement of the Domain.

In the first few days, Xue Yang couldn’t even deploy his Domain smoothly. Every forced activation was accompanied by a severe drain on his mental energy and extreme instability of the Domain. The landscape of Calamity Burial Mounds flickered in and out of existence, the wails of vengeful spirits were near and far, and the boundaries of the Domain were blurred and distorted, unable to form an effective rule-based suppression.

“Focus! Feel the ‘rule’ at the core of your Domain!” Gojo Satoru’s voice remained clear amidst the roar of the shattering Domain. “It’s not a simple release of power; it’s the manifestation of your inner will! You must command it, not be consumed by it!”

Xue Yang was drenched in sweat, kneeling on one knee, his face pale, breathing rapidly. The burden of deploying the Domain far exceeded his imagination. It wasn’t just Cursed Energy consumption; it was an extreme test of his mind and will. The scenes within the Domain, stemming from the deepest darkness of his heart, felt like tearing his soul apart anew with every deployment.

“Shut up… I know!” Xue Yang gritted his teeth, trying to gather his focus again.

Gojo Satoru stood nearby, watching Xue Yang’s painful yet stubborn appearance, not without emotion. He knew Xue Yang’s Domain was closely linked to his past, and every deployment was potentially a review of trauma. But he also knew that if Xue Yang couldn’t control this power, it would eventually backfire on him or become a fatal flaw when facing a truly strong enemy.

He could not afford to be soft.

He adopted the most rigorous methods. Sometimes, he would forcibly intrude into Xue Yang’s unstable Domain, using Limitless Cursed Technique to simulate various attacks and interferences, forcing Xue Yang to defend and counterattack while maintaining the Domain. Other times, he would bring in some captured Curses with a degree of resistance and throw them into Xue Yang’s Domain, making him practice how to apply the “command” more precisely and efficiently.

The training ground often echoed with Xue Yang’s suppressed groans from mental exhaustion, and the jarring sound of the Domain shattering like breaking glass. But after every collapse, Xue Yang would grit his teeth, wipe away the blood trickling from his mouth due to mental backlash, and stand up again.

Gojo Satoru watched. Occasionally, when Xue Yang was nearly collapsing from exhaustion, he would hand over a bottle of a specialized potion (made by Ieiri Shoko) designed to quickly restore mental energy, or a high-energy chocolate bar.

“Can you keep going?” he would ask, his tone betraying little emotion.

Xue Yang usually responded with a murderous glare or an impatient “Tch,” before snatching the item and ravenously replenishing his strength.

As time passed, Xue Yang’s progress was visible. The speed of his Domain deployment increased, the range gradually expanded and stabilized, the scene of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood became more solid, and the power of the mandatory command rule grew clearer and stronger. He could now relatively easily command the low-level Curses within the Domain to kill each other, and even briefly interfere with the trajectory of Gojo Satoru’s simulated attacks.

Gojo Satoru looked at Xue Yang, who stood at the center of the Domain, eyes cold, seemingly holding the power of life and death. He felt both relief and solemnity. His little beast was growing at an astonishing speed, its fangs becoming sharper, and its Domain more terrifying.

Meanwhile, Kenjaku, hiding in the shadows, was not entirely dormant. Using a new, inconspicuous identity and channels, it was cautiously gathering intelligence on Jujutsu High, especially the movements of Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang. It knew Gojo Satoru was strengthening the school’s defenses and vaguely sensed that Xue Yang seemed to be undergoing some kind of high-intensity special training.

“Hmph, struggling in vain…” Kenjaku let out a cold, low laugh in its hiding place, looking at the vague intelligence. It needed time to recover, and it needed to wait for the optimal moment. The more Gojo Satoru and that strange brat cared, the more it proved that Geto Suguru’s body was equally important to them! This only strengthened its resolve to reclaim the body.

However, it did not know that a net targeting it was being woven in a place it couldn’t see, jointly by the “little beast” it had dismissed and the strongest man. And at the center of the net was the “bait” it desperately craved.

The storm was quietly gathering beneath the calm surface. One side was healing and lying low in the dark, while the other was sharpening its claws in the open. The final collision seemed only a matter of time. And this time, the roles of hunter and prey might be completely reversed.