Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 49

It was late night when they returned to Jujutsu High. Xue Yang’s complexion was still pale. The strain from the direct confrontation with Ryomen Sukuna and the forced deployment of his Domain Expansion was far too great to recover from quickly. He had intended to go straight back to his dorm to meditate, but he was caught red-handed by Gojo Satoru, who was waiting at the entrance.

The usual smile on Gojo Satoru’s face vanished the moment he saw Xue Yang’s condition. He stepped forward, supporting Xue Yang’s arm. His fingertips touched cold, clammy sweat, and when he saw the fresh bloodstains on Xue Yang’s collar and his slightly trembling fingers, the storm in those pale blue eyes instantly deepened, swirling with terrifying intensity.

“What happened?” Gojo Satoru’s voice was frighteningly low, carrying the oppressive weight of an impending storm. He didn’t even need his Six Eyes to examine him closely; Xue Yang’s visible weakness alone was enough to ignite his fury.

Xue Yang tried to pull away, but he lacked the strength. He could only grudgingly give a brief account of encountering Uraume at the abandoned shrine, Sukuna forcibly awakening and consuming a finger, and the subsequent Domain clash. He deliberately downplayed the danger and his injuries, but Gojo Satoru was no fool. Just hearing the phrases “Sukuna forcibly awakened” and “Domain clash” was enough for him to imagine the terrifying intensity of the event.

“…That’s roughly it. That bastard has been suppressed for now,” Xue Yang finished, attempting to push Gojo Satoru away and walk on his own, but the other man scooped him up into a bridal carry.

“Hey! What are you doing!” Xue Yang was startled, a hint of annoyance flashing across his pale face.

“Shut up.” Gojo Satoru’s tone was absolute. He carried Xue Yang directly toward his own dorm (which now felt more like their shared residence), yet his movements were exceptionally gentle, as if he were holding fragile treasure. He placed Xue Yang on the bed and, without allowing any argument, began to unfasten his clothes to check his injuries.

When he saw the large patch of blue-purple bruising on Xue Yang’s chest caused by the massive impact, and the split skin on his thumb web, Gojo Satoru’s gaze turned utterly cold. The low pressure emanating from him made the room temperature seem to drop several degrees.

“He touched you?” Gojo Satoru’s voice was laced with ice.

Xue Yang felt uncomfortable with this reaction and turned his face away. “I’m not going to die.”

Gojo Satoru said nothing more. He simply retrieved the special healing ointment made by Ieiri Shoko and began applying it with extreme gentleness. His fingertips carried warm Cursed Energy, carefully dissolving the stagnant blood and repairing the damaged meridians. His movements were focused and silent, a stark contrast to his usual playful demeanor.

Xue Yang watched his taut profile and jawline, sensing the suppressed rage and… concern? This feeling of being cherished and treated with such meticulous care made his heart feel strangely constricted, yet filled with an unfamiliar warmth.

“Hey, Gojo Satoru,” Xue Yang suddenly spoke.

“Hm?”

“Next time… I’ll kill him directly.” Xue Yang’s voice was soft, yet carried the decisive ruthlessness of a final judgment.

Gojo Satoru paused his application of the ointment, looked up, and met Xue Yang’s amber eyes, which had regained some spirit but were still cold. He suddenly let out a low laugh, a smile filled with the same arrogance and protectiveness that Xue Yang possessed.

“Good.” Gojo Satoru leaned down, resting his forehead against Xue Yang’s. His voice returned to its usual tone, but was even more resolute. “Next time, I’ll help you kill him together.”

That night, Gojo Satoru stayed awake almost the entire time, watching over Xue Yang, who was deeply asleep from exhaustion and the medicine. The pale blue light of his Six Eyes flickered in the darkness, cold and insightful. Sukuna’s threat, exposed by Xue Yang’s abilities and this conflict, was now undeniable. They could no longer afford to wait passively.

Early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Gojo Satoru summoned all core members of Jujutsu High: the first-years Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki; the second-years Maki, Panda, Inumaki, Okkotsu Yuta, and Zenin Mai; along with Principal Yaga and Ieiri Shoko. They gathered in the conference room.

The atmosphere was heavy. Everyone had already learned the general details of what happened last night through various channels.

Gojo Satoru stood at the head of the table, the usual casualness gone from his face. The gaze behind his sunglasses was sharp as a knife, sweeping over everyone present, pausing briefly on Xue Yang, whose complexion was still poor, and Itadori, who looked guilty and uneasy.

“Everyone is aware of the situation,” Gojo Satoru began, his voice clear and calm. “Sukuna’s consciousness is more dangerous than we anticipated. He can forcibly awaken and regain strength by consuming fingers. The balance within Itadori’s body is being broken.”

Itadori Yuji clenched his fists and whispered, “I’m sorry, this is all because of me…”

“Now is not the time for assigning blame,” Gojo Satoru interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “The immediate priority is to find a way to completely separate Sukuna from Itadori’s body without harming him.”

He looked around at the group, his words ringing with conviction. “Starting today, this will be the highest priority for Jujutsu High, and indeed, the entire Jujutsu world.”

“Principal Yaga, I need you to mobilize all trustworthy resources and ancient texts. Search for any successful historical cases or theories regarding the separation of a ‘vessel’ and a ‘host body’.”

Principal Yaga nodded gravely.

“Shoko, from the perspective of medicine and Cursed Energy physiology, research the mechanism of how Itadori’s body and Sukuna’s curse are integrated. Find potential entry points for separation.”

Ieiri Shoko adjusted her glasses. “I will do my best.”

“Yuta, you are experienced and have a deeper understanding of curses. Assist Shoko and Principal Yaga.”

Okkotsu Yuta responded seriously. “Yes, Gojo-sensei.”

“Maki, you’ll have to return to the Zenin Clan (reluctantly, I know) and check their dusty old archives for any relevant records. Mai, you assist her.”

Maki frowned but nodded. “Understood.”

Zenin Mai also quietly agreed.

“Panda, Toge, you are responsible for contacting experts in Cursed Corpses and the Curse Speech lineage. See if we can find inspiration from other systems.”

Panda thumped his chest. “Leave it to me!”

Inumaki Toge: “Salmon!”

“Fushiguro, Kugisaki, continue your regular missions and training, stay vigilant, and watch for any clues that might relate to Sukuna or Uraume.”

“Understood!” the two replied in unison.

Finally, Gojo Satoru’s gaze settled on Itadori and Xue Yang.

“Itadori, your mission is to cooperate with all investigations, and at the same time, strive to control your own body and suppress Sukuna’s consciousness. It will be difficult, but you must do it.”

Itadori nodded forcefully, his eyes regaining their determination. “Yes! I will try my hardest!”

“As for Xue Yang…” Gojo Satoru’s tone softened slightly. “Your mission is to heal your injuries, recover quickly, and… further master your Domain. The power of Burial Mounds might be key in the future.”

Xue Yang lifted his eyelids, gave a hum, and accepted the task.

Gojo Satoru leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. His eyes were like torches, looking at the young, determined faces before him. “Everyone, we are facing the King of Curses, a threat unseen in a thousand years. The road ahead will be perilous. We might fail, we might be injured, and we might even sacrifice.”

“But,” he shifted his tone, his voice filled with undeniable conviction and power, “we have no choice. For Itadori, for the future of the Jujutsu world, and for everything we wish to protect, we must find that path!”

“Move out! Meeting adjourned!”

With Gojo Satoru’s command, the massive machinery of Jujutsu High began to operate at high speed toward a common goal. Everyone understood the responsibility on their shoulders, their eyes filled with resolve.

Gojo Satoru walked over to Xue Yang and naturally took his hand. “Come on, injured one. I’m taking you for some special recovery sweets.”

Xue Yang looked at the busy backs of the others, then at the man beside him who seemed capable of shouldering everything. The gloom that had settled in his heart because of Sukuna seemed to dissipate slightly.

He squeezed Gojo Satoru’s hand in return and murmured, “Mm.”

The long journey to find a method to separate Sukuna had officially begun. And the members of Jujutsu High, led by Gojo Satoru, were ready to face an unprecedented challenge.