Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Since the direction centered on “severing” was clearly established, Jujutsu High began operating like a precision instrument wound up tight, running efficiently and with intense focus. Aside from necessary routine patrols and missions, everyone’s attention shifted toward a single goal—locating and eliminating the remaining Sukuna fingers.

Gojo Satoru utilized the newly integrated intelligence network, combining ancient records and abnormal cursed energy fluctuations across various regions, to precisely pinpoint potential hiding spots for the fingers. Missions were no longer assigned only to fixed teams; they became an all-hands “hunt.” Maki, Fushiguro, Nobara, Okkotsu Yuta, Panda, Inumaki Toge, and even reliable adult sorcerers like Nanami Kento became hunters constantly on the move.

Every time a mission concluded, whether successful or not, detailed intelligence and analysis were brought back. And whenever a finger was successfully recovered, it marked a brief but tense “celebration” moment for Jujutsu High.

In the center of the specially constructed training ground, layered with seals and barriers, Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang stood side by side. A Sukuna finger, heavily wrapped in talismans, floated in the air, emitting an ominous, heart-stopping cursed energy.

“Ready?” Gojo Satoru turned his head to look at Xue Yang.

Xue Yang gripped Calamity, his gaze cold and focused, and nodded.

Without unnecessary words, Xue Yang took a deep breath, connecting his mind completely with Calamity. He carefully guided the law of “severing” out, no longer in the violent manner of previous trials, but like the most precise surgical scalpel.

He swung Calamity. The sword light was not dazzling, but it carried a strange quality, as if it could peel away the connections between all things, lightly slicing through the space occupied by the finger.

There was no fierce energy collision, no deafening roar. Under the breathless gaze of everyone present, the finger, which contained terrifying cursed power, began to structurally disintegrate and its cursed energy annihilated from the point where the sword tip passed, as if erased from reality by an eraser. It finally turned into a wisp of smoke, completely dissipating into the air without leaving a trace of residue.

The entire process was eerily quiet, yet contained a shocking power.

Each successful elimination allowed everyone to breathe a sigh of relief, increasing their confidence. The consciousness of Ryomen Sukuna within Itadori Yuji seemed to grow more dormant as the number of fingers decreased, and the intensity of his resistance noticeably weakened. This undoubtedly proved that their path was correct.

Time flew by in busyness and anticipation; half a year passed in the blink of an eye. When the last marked Sukuna finger turned into nothingness under Xue Yang’s sword, the entire Jujutsu High felt as if an invisible heavy burden had been lifted.

It was also during this period that a date Gojo Satoru had secretly noted and quietly prepared for a long time arrived—Xue Yang’s birthday.

In truth, Xue Yang himself had long forgotten his specific birth date. Gojo Satoru had forcefully set this date based on his fragmented memories and a certain arbitrary logic of “I think this day suits you very well.”

On the day of his birthday, Xue Yang prepared to go to the training ground as usual, but Gojo Satoru stopped him, claiming, “Today is a holiday, special mission,” and forcibly led him to the newly decorated activity room.

Pushing open the door, streamers and balloons rushed toward them (though Maki had casually popped several of the balloons). “Happy Birthday, Xue Yang!” Led by Itadori Yuji, everyone from Jujutsu High was gathered, their voices loud, their faces bearing sincere smiles. Even the usually serious Principal Yaga and Nanami Kento were present.

In the center of the activity room sat a huge cake with a rather abstract shape (likely the handiwork of Panda and Itadori Yuji), clumsily inscribed with “Happy Birthday Xue Yang.”

Xue Yang froze at the doorway, looking at the noisy scene that felt so out of place for him. For a moment, he was at a loss. He was accustomed to darkness and solitude; when had he ever experienced such direct and fervent goodwill?

“Why are you standing there? Come in and blow out the candles!” Nobara laughed, pulling him inside.

“Happy birthday, Xue Yang-senpai,” Okkotsu Yuta smiled, handing over a beautifully wrapped gift box.

“Salmon, salmon!” Inumaki Toge held up a box of specially made rice balls.

Maki gave him a set of top-tier poison refining equipment, Fushiguro Megumi gave him a rare ancient manuscript, Panda and Itadori Yuji jointly gave him a giant, life-sized body pillow printed with a chibi version of Xue Yang’s head (Gojo Satoru secretly provided the photo, causing Xue Yang’s face to darken upon seeing it). Principal Yaga gave him a highly protective, custom-made Cursed Corpse, and Nanami Kento offered a voucher for custom-made high-grade cutlery.

Even Ieiri Shoko prepared a special potion she made, capable of neutralizing a hundred poisons and tasting quite good.

Xue Yang was surrounded by the crowd, his hands full of gifts, his ears filled with boisterous well wishes. His face remained expressionless, but deep within his amber eyes, the frozen lake seemed to crack with tiny fissures, stirring a warmth he hadn’t even noticed himself.

“Alright, alright, time for the birthday boy to make a wish and blow out the candles!” Gojo Satoru clapped his hands, signaling for quiet.

The candles were lit, and the warm candlelight flickered. Everyone urged Xue Yang to make a wish.

Xue Yang looked at the dancing flames, then at the familiar faces around him, his gaze finally resting on Gojo Satoru, who was watching him with a smile. He paused, closed his eyes, and silently wished:

‘May… all of this before me, not be an illusion.’

He blew out the candles. Applause and cheers erupted again.

The cake-sharing segment was chaotic. Itadori Yuji and Panda nearly fought over the largest piece, and Nobara seized the opportunity to smear cream on Fushiguro Megumi’s face, making Maki burst into laughter.

Just as the noisy atmosphere reached its peak, Gojo Satoru suddenly stood in the center of the activity room and cleared his throat.

Everyone quieted down, looking at him curiously.

Gojo Satoru wore a smile mixed with unprecedented nervousness and solemnity. He walked up to Xue Yang and, under everyone’s astonished gaze, knelt down on one knee.

He pulled a dark blue velvet box from his pocket and slowly opened it.

Inside lay two platinum rings, simple in style but exquisitely crafted. The inner band of the rings seemed to be engraved with fine cursed markings, shimmering faintly under the light.

“Xue Yang.” Gojo Satoru looked up, his sky-blue eyes like the clearest sky, distinctly reflecting Xue Yang’s stunned face. “From the day I brought you back to Jujutsu High, I knew you were the only accident in my life, and the most beautiful certainty.”

His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone’s ears, carrying undeniable sincerity and deep affection.

“I’ve seen you at your most desperate, and I know all the darkness in your heart. But it is precisely this you that makes me want to protect and possess you with everything I have.”

“This ring, I prepared it the day I successfully confessed. I want to give it to you, not as a restraint, but as a promise.”

“Xue Yang, will you… marry me? Let me become your legal partner, to share all the joys and sorrows of the rest of our lives with you, walking hand-in-hand through sunshine and storm.”

The activity room fell silent; everyone held their breath, watching this unexpected yet somehow inevitable scene. Itadori Yuji’s mouth hung open, Nobara excitedly covered her mouth, a flicker of understanding crossed Fushiguro Megumi’s eyes, and Maki folded her arms, wearing an “I knew it” smile.

Xue Yang was completely stunned. He looked at Gojo Satoru kneeling before him, at the two faintly shimmering rings, and listened to the direct and fervent proposal. His mind was blank. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, threatening to shatter his ribs.

He had never imagined that someone like him could receive such a… formal and solemn commitment.

Gojo Satoru looked up at him, his eyes filled with anticipation, nervousness, and a subtle vulnerability—a fear of rejection.

Time seemed to freeze.

After a long silence, under everyone’s anxious watch, Xue Yang slowly, almost imperceptibly, nodded. His voice was very soft, carrying a slight tremor, but it rang out clearly:

“…Yes.”

A simple word, yet it sounded like the most beautiful music in the world.

Gojo Satoru’s eyes instantly burst with dazzling brilliance; immense joy overwhelmed him like a tsunami. He carefully took the slightly smaller ring from the box and, trembling yet firm, slipped it onto Xue Yang’s left ring finger. A cool sensation spread, yet it felt like a burning heat.

Xue Yang looked down at the faintly shimmering ring on his finger. A strange feeling welled up in his heart, as if some void had been filled, as if his rootless wandering had finally found an anchor.

Gojo Satoru stood up, placed the other ring in Xue Yang’s hand, and extended his own hand, looking at him expectantly.

Xue Yang glanced at him, picked up the ring, and somewhat clumsily, yet very firmly, placed it on Gojo Satoru’s finger.

“Wow—!!!”

“Congratulations, Gojo-sensei! Congratulations, Xue Yang!”

“That’s wonderful!!”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

The activity room instantly erupted in deafening cheers and catcalls!

Gojo Satoru laughed heartily, ignoring Xue Yang’s instantly flushed face and weak struggles. He pulled him into a tight embrace, lowered his head, and kissed him deeply on the lips. The kiss was filled with love, joy, and the satisfaction of having finally settled things.

Amidst the blessings and laughter of the crowd, Gojo Satoru wrapped an arm around Xue Yang’s waist and announced to everyone, “Thanks, everyone! You guys enjoy the rest of the party! We’re heading out!”

With that, before anyone could react, he immediately activated Lapse: Blue, and in a distortion of space, he vanished instantly from the activity room, taking the still slightly dizzy Xue Yang with him.

The next moment, the two were back in Gojo Satoru’s spacious apartment overlooking the Tokyo night view.

The lights were off; the city’s neon glow provided an intimate light source through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. Gojo Satoru pressed Xue Yang against the door, his breath hot, his eyes deep as a vortex.

“Now…” Gojo Satoru’s fingertip gently traced the ring on Xue Yang’s ring finger, his voice husky and seductive, “We can finally, rightfully, spend our ‘honeymoon’ that belongs only to the two of us.”

For the next three days, the apartment seemed to become an absolute domain, isolated from the world.

The curtains were tightly drawn, blocking out the passage of time outside. Phones were turned off, and all mundane affairs were cast aside. The air was perpetually filled with the sweet scent of desire and the faint aroma of cedar, unique to Gojo Satoru.

They barely stepped out of the bedroom. When hungry, they ordered takeout, or Gojo Satoru quickly made something to eat (the taste was still questionable, but Xue Yang seemed less critical now). When tired, they slept in each other’s arms, finding peace in the warmth of their bodies and the rhythm of their heartbeats.

These three days were characterized by unreserved affection and intimacy. Gojo Satoru seemed to have inexhaustible passion, approaching Xue Yang inch by inch with his characteristic flamboyance and tenderness, enveloping him in his unique presence. Xue Yang, too, lowered all his defenses, opening his heart more fully than ever before, candidly responding to every emotion from the other, intoxicated by this deep resonance of spirit and soul.

In the humid air, the sounds of breathing and heartbeats quietly wove together, composing a secret rhythm belonging only to the two of them. The rings on their ring fingers faintly shimmered in the dim light, like silent vows, witnessing this timely companionship.

When Gojo Satoru finally drew the curtains three days later, allowing the sunlight to flood the room again, Xue Yang was curled up lazily on the messy bed, his body covered in intimate marks, but his eyes held the tranquility and softness of deep contentment.

Gojo Satoru sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down, and kissed his forehead, his tone gentle: “Time to go back, my fiancé.”

Xue Yang looked at him, reached out, and lightly touched the matching ring on his ring finger, the corner of his mouth curving into an extremely faint, yet undeniably real, smile.

“Mm.”

The threat of Sukuna was not entirely gone, and challenges still lay ahead. But at this moment, wearing the rings that symbolized their promise and possessing the most complete love for each other, they felt they had the confidence to face anything.