Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 54

Day after day of arduous training, coupled with Gojo Satoru’s seemingly reckless yet precisely calibrated “adjustments,” finally brought Xue Yang a qualitative leap in his control over the nascent power of Calamity.

Inside the training ground, the only sounds were no longer just the whistling of sword energy and the crashing of shattered Cursed Energy barriers. Xue Yang stood still in the center, holding Calamity, his aura condensed and steady. He did not rush to swing the sword, but closed his eyes in concentration, as if engaging in a silent dialogue with the ominous blade in his hand. The ferocious cold light on Calamity’s body subtly retracted, replaced by a deeper, darker gloom that seemed to absorb the surrounding light.

Suddenly, his wrist flickered, and Calamity traced a path that appeared slow but was profoundly subtle.

There was no earth-shattering noise, not even the sound of air being torn. Yet, in the direction his sword tip pointed, a complex Cursed Energy barrier—meticulously arranged by Gojo Satoru and strong enough to trap a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit—split open silently, like butter yielding to a hot knife. A perfectly smooth seam appeared down the middle! At the edges of the fissure, the light of the Cursed Energy instantly dimmed and vanished, as if the very connection of its existence had been “severed” at the root!

Even more astonishingly, this time, Xue Yang’s arm was completely unharmed. His face was only slightly pale, and his breathing was merely a little ragged, a far cry from his previous state of disarray.

Standing on the sidelines, Gojo Satoru’s Six Eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, clearly captured the entire process. The corner of his mouth lifted, revealing a genuine smile of approval.

“Not bad,” Gojo Satoru said, walking over while clapping. “That strike has some meaning to it. You’re no longer relying on brute force; you’re starting to understand how to guide and control the ‘principle’ within it.”

Xue Yang slowly retracted his stance and opened his eyes. Though his amber pupils held fatigue, they shone with the brilliance of sudden enlightenment. He felt the immense but smoothly circulating Cursed Energy within him, and the sense of obedience transmitted by Calamity, which now felt like an extension of his own arm. A long-lost feeling of exhilaration surged within him.

“Still far from enough,” Xue Yang retorted, his tone still sharp, but the excitement he couldn’t suppress betrayed him. He could feel that he had touched the threshold, truly beginning to wield this power of “severance,” rather than just passively triggering it.

Gojo Satoru naturally understood the implication in his words. He smiled and ruffled Xue Yang’s sweat-dampened hair. “It’s good that you know it’s far from enough. Stay humble.” He paused, his tone turning teasing. “However, seeing as you performed well today, how about a special reward from your teacher?”

Xue Yang looked at him warily. “What are you planning now?”

Gojo Satoru gave a mysterious smile and didn’t answer. He simply took Xue Yang’s hand and instantly left Jujutsu High.

This time, they didn’t arrive at a bustling commercial street or a hidden dessert shop, but a secluded sea wall near Tokyo Bay. It was close to dusk; the setting sun painted the sky and the sea surface in warm golden-red hues. Seagulls circled, and the waves gently lapped the embankment, creating a soothing rhythm.

Gojo Satoru conjured a huge picnic blanket from his seemingly ordinary pocket and spread it out. Next came various exquisite bento boxes, fruits, and—two plain-looking paper boxes that emitted an enticing aroma.

“What is this?” Xue Yang asked, looking at the boxes with confusion.

“Osmanthus root with sticky rice and almond tofu from an old shop in Yokohama Chinatown,” Gojo Satoru said, opening the lids to reveal the crystal-clear, osmanthus-dotted lotus root and the pure white, smooth almond tofu. “I heard it’s very authentic. Try some.”

Xue Yang froze. He looked at the two familiar yet unfamiliar desserts. His memory seemed to be pulled back to a distant past. These were the sweets from his childhood memory, the kind he could only glimpse from afar at wealthy households during the New Year, symbolizing a “good life.”

He silently picked up a spoon and scooped a small piece of almond tofu into his mouth. It was sweet, smooth, with a faint almond fragrance. The texture almost perfectly overlapped with the taste in his hazy memory.

“How is it?” Gojo Satoru watched him expectantly.

Xue Yang lowered his head, savoring it carefully. After a long moment, he quietly hummed, “Mm.” He didn’t say more, but something seemed to quietly melt away in the corner of his eyes, which were usually sharp or cold.

Gojo Satoru noticed the subtle change in his expression and understood, choosing not to ask further. He simply sat quietly beside him, watching the sun slowly sink into the horizon.

The sea breeze was gentle, and twilight descended. When the last ray of daylight vanished, the city lights came on, reflecting on the deep blue sea like scattered stars.

Gojo Satoru suddenly spoke, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet night. “Xue Yang.”

“Hm?”

“When all this is over…” Gojo Satoru turned his head. His pale blue eyes, illuminated by the night and the distant lights, were as profound as the starry sky. “Let’s find a place and build a real home. It doesn’t need to be big, but it should have a yard. You can plant your strange herbs, and we can put up a swing. We’ll get a cat or a dog, whatever you like. We’ll eat together every day, sunbathe together. If you want to research poisons, go ahead. If you want to fight… I’ll fight you.”

His voice was calm, yet it painted a concrete and warm picture of the future.

Xue Yang listened but didn’t immediately reply. He just quietly looked at Gojo Satoru, watching this man, who was powerful enough to shoulder the entire world, now planning a seemingly ordinary and trivial future with him in such a serious tone.

The hardest block of ice in his heart seemed to completely melt away in silence.

He reached out, not to push away, but to actively grasp Gojo Satoru’s hand resting on the picnic blanket. His fingertips were cool, yet the grip was firm.

“Alright,” Xue Yang’s voice was soft, yet it landed on Gojo Satoru’s heart like a promise.

Gojo Satoru turned his hand over and gripped Xue Yang’s tightly, palm to palm, transferring warmth. He smiled—a smile that was no longer his usual flamboyant or teasing one, but one of genuine satisfaction and peace, as if he had gained the whole world.

The two sat side by side on the sea wall, hands clasped, watching the sea and the city in the night. Neither spoke again. The air was filled with the saltiness of the sea, the sweetness of the desserts, and a feeling called “security.”

The hardship of training and the challenges of the future seemed momentarily forgotten. All that remained was the warmth of their palms and the shared promise of a “home.”

This time, Xue Yang didn’t find Gojo Satoru verbose, nor did he feel that future was out of reach.

He even began to think that such a life… might actually be quite good.

It was late when they returned to Jujutsu High. In the dorm, Xue Yang emerged from the shower and saw Gojo Satoru holding the tiger-head necklace he had given him, examining it carefully under the light.

“What’s wrong?” Xue Yang asked, toweling his hair.

Gojo Satoru looked up at him, his gaze gentle. “Just thinking that it really suits you.” He stood up and walked over to Xue Yang, personally fastening the necklace around his neck. His fingertips brushed lightly against Xue Yang’s warm skin, causing a subtle shiver.

After securing it, Gojo Satoru didn’t immediately step back. He lowered his head, and a gentle kiss landed between Xue Yang’s collarbones, right on the silver tiger-head pendant.

“Good night, my little tiger,” his voice was laced with amusement and affection.

Xue Yang’s body stiffened, and his earlobes flushed uncontrollably, yet uncharacteristically, he didn’t push him away. He only mumbled softly, “…Cheesy.”

Then, he actively reached out, wrapped his arms around Gojo Satoru’s waist, and buried his face in his chest.

Outside the window, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse; Jujutsu High was quiet. But in this small dorm room, two hearts drew closer than ever, weaving a future that was challenging yet full of hope. The road to severing Ryomen Sukuna remained long, but at this moment, possessing each other gave them endless courage.