Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 53

Upon discovering Calamity’s potential new ability, Xue Yang became utterly obsessed, pouring all his energy into mastering this “severing” power. The training grounds became his most frequent haunt, even more so than his dorm or the cafeteria.

He was no longer satisfied with merely deploying the Hundred Ghosts of the Burial Mounds for suppression training; his focus shifted entirely to the fierce sword in his hand, which felt as if it had been reborn.

Inside the training grounds, sword energy crisscrossed, but it wasn’t the pure malevolence and destruction of the past. Calamity’s sword light became more condensed and contained, carrying a strange hum when swung, as if it could tear space and sever the flow of energy. Xue Yang closed his eyes in concentration, attempting to guide the nascent principle within the sword to “sever” the various Cursed Energy barriers or binding barriers of different natures and strengths that Gojo Satoru had specifically set up.

Initially, the process was extremely difficult and dangerous. The “severing” power was wild and untamed, like a runaway horse, and the slightest mistake would result in a backlash. Deep, bone-visible wounds, as if sliced by an invisible sharp blade, would frequently appear out of nowhere on Xue Yang’s arms and body, bleeding profusely. On several occasions, attempting to forcefully accelerate the power resulted in mental trauma, splitting headaches, and even a temporary loss of control over the Stygian Tiger Seal, causing the resentful energy in the training grounds to surge restlessly.

Gojo Satoru remained by his side the entire time. He didn’t stop Xue Yang’s almost self-abusive training, knowing it was a necessary process. However, he used his Six Eyes to precisely monitor Xue Yang’s condition, intervening forcefully the moment he was about to hit a dangerous critical point, either by using Limitless Cursed Technique to isolate the backlash or by physical means (such as a flick to the forehead or lifting him up) to interrupt his practice.

“Haste makes waste,” Gojo Satoru said, watching Xue Yang, who was pale and leaning on his sword, panting after forcefully accelerating the power once more. His tone was calm but carried undeniable authority. “Your body and mind aren’t made of iron, and this power is certainly not a docile sheep. Take it slow, familiarize yourself with it, guide it, don’t let it guide you.”

Xue Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glaring fiercely at him. “Cut the crap! Time waits for no one!” He knew Ryomen Sukuna’s threat better than anyone and wanted to master this potentially decisive power as quickly as possible.

Gojo Satoru sighed, stepped forward, and, ignoring Xue Yang’s struggles, placed a hand infused with healing Cursed Energy on the constantly bleeding wound on his arm. “I know you’re in a hurry. But if you train yourself into uselessness first, what will you use to sever Sukuna?”

The warm Cursed Energy flowed, alleviating the sharp pain of the wound. Xue Yang’s tense body relaxed slightly, but his words remained stubborn. “I won’t die.”

However, Gojo Satoru didn’t only intervene when Xue Yang was nearing his limit. He had another set of “mandatory rest” protocols.

When Xue Yang had trained intensely for several days, his exhaustion was visible, and his eyes were bloodshot, Gojo Satoru would directly barge into the training grounds, ignore Xue Yang’s murderous gaze, and snatch Calamity from his hand.

“That’s enough for today,” Gojo Satoru’s tone allowed no room for negotiation.

“Give it back!” Xue Yang reached out to grab it.

Gojo Satoru easily evaded him, putting Calamity back into its specialized sword box, then slung an arm around Xue Yang’s shoulder, leading him out. “Come on, your boyfriend needs company. It’s a day off.”

The content of the so-called “days off” was varied and colorful.

Sometimes, it involved forcibly dragging Xue Yang to the busiest commercial districts of Tokyo for shopping. Gojo Satoru would enthusiastically have Xue Yang try on clothes of various styles (though most were rejected with disgust by Xue Yang), or take him to play childish games like claw machines or Taiko no Tatsujin, which Xue Yang found utterly infantile. Xue Yang usually maintained a cold expression throughout, but occasionally, his eyes would linger slightly when he saw novel and interesting electronic products or oddly shaped cursed-style accessories.

More often, it involved seeking out various delicacies hidden in the city’s corners. Gojo Satoru seemed to know every dessert shop and specialty snack in Tokyo. He would lead Xue Yang through narrow alleys to find an old Oden shop that might only have a few seats but boasted an ancestral secret recipe, or queue up to buy limited-edition fusion dessert dishes with unique textures. Although Xue Yang was verbally critical, he always ate every bit of the food Gojo Satoru handed him.

And the destination of the “day off” was often the bed in the large apartment.

When Xue Yang’s tightly wound nerves were temporarily relaxed by shopping or food, and the physical exhaustion set in, Gojo Satoru would use high-sounding reasons like “replenishing energy” or “relieving fatigue” to bring him back to the apartment.

After bathing, Xue Yang carried the fresh scent of soap. The temporary relaxation made him appear softer than usual, and his amber eyes would cloud over with moisture during arousal, losing their usual sharpness and gaining an alluring confusion. Gojo Satoru was always exceptionally patient and exceptionally… clingy at these times.

He would do everything possible to tease and explore, using his lips, tongue, and fingertips to ignite every inch of Xue Yang’s skin until the other person trembled slightly from pleasure, suppressed gasps and moans escaping his throat. He would whisper scandalous sweet nothings in Xue Yang’s ear repeatedly, praising his looks, his skill, and how even his angry expression captivated him.

In this extreme intimacy and indulgence, Xue Yang’s accumulated training pressure and tense spirit would quietly melt away, like ice and snow meeting the sun. He would temporarily forget Calamity, forget Sukuna, forget all his worries, and immerse himself in the dizzying sensory storm brought by Gojo Satoru.

Afterward, Xue Yang was usually too exhausted to even move a finger, and Gojo Satoru would carefully clean him up and tuck him into bed. Gojo Satoru would hold him tightly from behind, his warm chest pressed against Xue Yang’s back, his steady heartbeat acting as the best lullaby.

“Sleep,” Gojo Satoru’s voice was hoarse and satisfied after the act. “We’ll continue tomorrow.”

Xue Yang lay with his back to him, and in the haze before falling asleep, he would vaguely think: This annoying guy… sometimes, he’s not so bad.

This rhythm of alternating training and rest, tension and relaxation, although it sometimes irritated Xue Yang due to Gojo Satoru’s assertiveness, undeniably led to a steady improvement in his condition. His control over Calamity’s “severing” power became more proficient, the wounds on his body became fewer, and his spirit was more invigorated.

Gojo Satoru, in his unique way, both pushed Xue Yang’s growth and carefully guarded his limits.

On this particular day, after training concluded, Gojo Satoru didn’t immediately drag Xue Yang off for a “day off,” but instead handed him a beautifully packaged small box.

“What is it?” Xue Yang took it suspiciously.

“Open it and see.”

Xue Yang unwrapped the package. Inside was an exquisitely crafted black leather choker, the pendant being a small, silver tiger head carved with complex cursed markings. Tiny amber stones, the color of his own eyes, were set in the tiger’s eyes.

“Saw it while passing by, thought it suited you,” Gojo Satoru said casually, though his eyes held anticipation.

Xue Yang picked up the necklace, the leather cool to the touch. He was silent for a moment. Instead of scoffing as he usually would, he quietly put it on. The silver tiger head rested between his pale collarbones, strangely complementing his untamed, wild temperament.

“…It’s alright,” Xue Yang muttered, turning his face away.

Gojo Satoru looked at his slightly reddened ear tips and smiled triumphantly, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Let’s go. I’m taking you to try a new chocolate waterfall hot pot I discovered!”

Xue Yang slapped his hand away but didn’t object, following him out of the training grounds.

The setting sun stretched their shadows long, intertwining them. The path ahead was still full of challenges, but along this road they walked side-by-side, the mandatory rests, the childish dates, the intimate entanglements, and the occasional small gifts were like scattered starlight, illuminating each other’s worlds and making this difficult journey feel less lonely and cold.