Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 7
byDay Seven of Transmigration
“Gojo-sensei—!!!”
An anxious yet familiar voice approached from a distance, breaking the brief silence after the battle. Itadori Yuji, drenched in sweat and panting heavily, rushed through the ruins. His face was a mixture of wild joy at seeing Gojo Satoru freed and urgency over the current situation.
“Yuji.” Gojo Satoru turned to him, his tone reassuring despite the blindfold. “Slow down, I’ve seen the situation. Nanami is fine.”
Yuji saw Nanami Kento slumped on the ground, battered but clearly alive, and visibly relaxed. He immediately launched into a rapid report: “Gojo-sensei! It’s great you’re out! Fushiguro! Kugisaki! And everyone else! They are all being besieged by powerful Cursed Spirits and Curse Users in different areas, the situation is critical! Especially Fushiguro, he…”
Yuji’s voice choked with worry; he dared not imagine the consequences of arriving too late.
“I know.” Gojo Satoru cut him off, his voice steady and commanding. “You stay here, protect Nanami, and contact Ieiri Shoko for treatment. The rest,” he tilted his head, and though his gaze was obscured, Xue Yang could feel the ‘invitation,’ “leave it to us.”
“Us?” Only then did Yuji notice the strange youth beside Gojo, dressed in ancient black robes and radiating an unsettling aura. The boy was looking at him with the expression of someone examining a novel toy, sending a chill down Yuji’s spine.
“Ah, temporary help.” Gojo Satoru glossed over it without further explanation. “Let’s go, kid. Time to show you the ‘excitement’ of this world.”
Xue Yang scoffed, flexing his wrist. “Perfect. I didn’t get enough fighting in earlier. Lead the way, big brother~”
Gojo Satoru said no more. With a single movement, his figure appeared atop a distant, ruined building. Xue Yang clicked his tongue, and black energy surged beneath his feet. His speed was surprisingly fast, following Gojo like a shadow. The two figures, one white and one black, transformed into streaks of light and instantly vanished from Yuji’s sight.
The fierce battles continued across Shibuya.
In a district that had been almost completely leveled, Fushiguro Megumi knelt on the ground. His Shikigami, Nue, circled above him, wounded and wailing mournfully. Before him stood the Special Grade Cursed Spirit Hanami, along with several troublesome Grade 1 Cursed Spirits. Fushiguro’s Cursed Energy was nearly depleted. Divine Dog had long since returned to the shadows, and Rabbit Escape and Toad were exhausted. The hand gripping his short sword trembled slightly, yet his eyes remained fierce, like a cornered young beast preparing for a final struggle.
Hanami radiated a massive, natural Cursed Energy. Its huge wooden arm was raised high, carrying an aura of destruction, ready to smash down—
“Boom!”
A red beam of repulsive force descended from the sky like divine punishment, precisely striking Hanami’s raised arm and instantly shattering it! Wood splinters mixed with Cursed Energy residue flew everywhere.
Hanami let out a muffled roar of pain and looked up in horror.
Gojo Satoru hovered in mid-air, his robes fluttering, like a deity descending. He didn’t even look at Hanami, instead greeting the Fushiguro below with a casual tone: “Yo, Megumi. Looks like you need your tutor to help you catch up on lessons?”
Fushiguro Megumi’s eyes widened; he could barely believe what he was seeing: “Gojo… sensei?!”
At the same moment, a black shadow cut into the cluster of Grade 1 Cursed Spirits like a phantom.
“So noisy, a bunch of trash.”
Xue Yang wore a cruel smile. Black Cursed Energy, like a living thing, spread from his fingertips, instantly wrapping around the neck of one Cursed Spirit. The spirit couldn’t even scream; its body rapidly withered and carbonized as if all moisture had been sucked out, finally turning to ash. He moved relentlessly, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Wherever he passed, Cursed Spirits were corroded and disintegrated by the bizarre black Cursed Energy amid agonizing shrieks, the speed astonishingly fast.
His method of attack was completely different from the Jujutsu system of this world—more direct, more vicious, and filled with contempt and disdain for life itself. Even Hanami felt that cold, wicked power and instinctively reacted with intense repulsion and vigilance.
Gojo Satoru didn’t give Hanami much time to react.
“Domain Expansion—”
Hanami realized the danger and immediately channeled all its Cursed Energy, attempting to deploy its own domain.
“Unlimited Void.”
The cold voice pronounced the end.
The world’s colors were instantly stripped away, turning into black and white. Infinite information, like a bursting dam, was forcibly poured into Hanami’s sensory core. Its consciousness, belonging to a nature spirit, instantly overloaded, stalled, and froze before this incomprehensible torrent of data.
The moment the domain dissolved, Gojo Satoru’s hand was already pressed against Hanami’s core.
“Goodbye.”
Beneath the gentle farewell lay absolute destruction.
“Red.”
The crimson light consumed Hanami’s remaining body. This powerful Special Grade Cursed Spirit was completely exorcised in Gojo Satoru’s first official strike after his release.
On the other side, Xue Yang had just crushed the head of the last Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, shaking his hand in disgust. “So weak, not interesting at all.”
Fushiguro Megumi watched the scene, his inner shock immeasurable. He never doubted Gojo-sensei’s strength, but that unfamiliar boy in black robes… that power made him feel profoundly uneasy.
Gojo Satoru landed beside Fushiguro and patted his shoulder. “You alright?”
Fushiguro shook his head, his gaze still wary toward Xue Yang.
“He’s on our side for now,” Gojo Satoru explained simply. Then, his Six Eyes scanned the other directions. “There are other places that need help. Megumi, find a safe spot to recover first.”
With that, he and Xue Yang once again soared into the air, heading toward the next battlefield.
With Gojo Satoru’s absolute power and Xue Yang’s strange and unpredictable assistance, the tide of battle across Shibuya was rapidly reversed. Kugisaki Nobara, Zenin Maki, Panda, Inumaki Toge… students and allies caught in bitter struggles were rescued in time. Although Xue Yang complained about the “trouble” and “weaklings,” his attacks were decisive. His corrosive Cursed Energy, which targeted the soul and the essence of energy, was practically a natural enemy to many foes who relied on specialized techniques or physical bodies.
Finally, based on the intelligence gathered and the perception of his Six Eyes, Gojo Satoru focused his attention on the rooftop of a high-rise building in Shibuya.
There, he sensed an aura that was both familiar and utterly repulsive.
On the rooftop, the night wind was biting.
The figure wearing the monk’s robes—Geto Suguru—or rather, Kenjaku, who occupied his corpse, calmly looked down at the gradually subsiding chaos below. His plan had suffered a massive deviation; the shattering of the Prison Realm and Gojo Satoru’s early release had disrupted everything.
Footsteps sounded at the rooftop entrance.
Gojo Satoru slowly walked out, his blindfolded face accurately ‘looking’ at Kenjaku. In the shadow behind him, Xue Yang leaned lazily against the wall, seemingly unconcerned about the situation, his fingertips unconsciously weaving a wisp of black energy.
“It’s you, as expected.” Gojo Satoru’s voice betrayed no emotion, but the air around them seemed to solidify. “Using Geto’s body to pull off disgusting little tricks inside.”
Kenjaku turned around, his face bearing the gentle, slightly distant smile of the Geto Suguru in Gojo Satoru’s memory. “Satoru, long time no see. It seems the Prison Realm couldn’t hold you either.”
“Don’t talk to me in that tone.” Gojo Satoru said coldly. “You aren’t him. Tell me, how did you do it? Geto’s body, I clearly…”
“Clearly handled it yourself, right?” Kenjaku interjected, his smile unchanged. “Satoru, do you truly understand ‘death’? Do you understand the mysteries of the soul? Geto’s obsession, his ‘great cause’ for the future of Jujutsu Sorcerers, was not so easily extinguished. I merely… complied with his wishes and gave him a chance to continue his ideals.”
He began to weave a lie, his tone full of seduction: “This is not possession, but a kind of… symbiosis. I inherited his memories, his emotions, his technique, and his unfinished work. Look, this body still retains Cursed Spirit Manipulation. Isn’t that the best proof? A part of Geto is still ‘alive,’ working alongside me to create a better world for sorcerers.”
Gojo Satoru fell silent, his brow furrowing beneath the blindfold. The words were full of holes, but because they concerned Geto Suguru, his best friend whom he had killed with his own hands, a subtle wavering was inevitable in his heart. Was Geto’s obsession truly that strong?
Kenjaku keenly sensed Gojo Satoru’s momentary hesitation and rejoiced inwardly, preparing to continue undermining him with words.
Just then, an impatient voice cut in.
“Hey, why are you listening to his nonsense?”
Xue Yang straightened up, tilting his head, looking at Kenjaku as if he were an idiot, a mocking smirk on his lips. “Symbiosis? Inheritance? Who are you trying to fool!”
He pointed at Kenjaku and addressed Gojo Satoru: “The ‘soul’ inside this guy’s body and the skin on the outside are completely different things! They’re connected crookedly, like a disgusting parasite clinging on, and he used some kind of… hmm… a ‘stitching’ technique to forcibly stick them together.”
Xue Yang’s method of perception differed from the Six Eyes; he focused more on the ‘texture’ of the soul level and the essence of energy. The moment Kenjaku used his technique to maintain bodily coordination and weave lies to influence Gojo Satoru’s mind, the subtle soul fluctuations that did not belong to Geto Suguru’s core, and the traces of the technique forcibly controlling the corpse, were virtually undisguised before an existence as sensitive to ‘malice’ and ‘abnormality’ as Xue Yang.
“That’s not symbiosis at all,” Xue Yang scoffed, puncturing Kenjaku’s lie word by word. “He just forcibly ‘occupied’ this corpse and is controlling it like a puppet! Every word he says reeks of rotten lies!”
Gojo Satoru’s previously stagnant aura instantly became razor-sharp!
Yes, why was he hesitating? The person before him, both in aura and behavior, was far removed from the real Geto Suguru. It was only that face, those words, that stirred up memories he didn’t want to confront. Xue Yang’s merciless accusation was like a wake-up call, completely shattering the last vestiges of his unrealistic fantasy.
“So that’s it…” Gojo Satoru’s voice dropped, carrying the terrifying pressure of an impending storm. “Not only desecrating the dead, but also trying to manipulate my emotions with lies…”
The smile on Kenjaku’s face froze completely. He looked at Xue Yang in horror. Who was this unknown boy?! Why could he see through the essence of his technique so clearly?! This level of perception surpassed even the Six Eyes’ observation of Cursed Energy flow, reaching directly into the root of the soul and technique!
He miscalculated! This variable completely ruined his rhythm!
“You… are dead!” Gojo Satoru raised his head, his blindfold fluttering without wind, and terrifying Cursed Energy erupted like a tsunami!
No need for words, only exorcism!
“Blue!”
“Red!”
The ultimate powers of black and white clashed, causing the entire rooftop to shake violently and crack! Kenjaku, controlling Geto Suguru’s body, desperately used Cursed Spirit Manipulation, releasing a large number of Cursed Spirits to try and block the attack, while using his extensive combat experience and knowledge of Gojo Satoru to evade.
However, against the enraged Gojo Satoru, all efforts were futile.
Gojo Satoru’s attacks were relentless, like a fierce storm. Space was arbitrarily warped in his hands, and every strike carried the will to crush everything. The body of Geto Suguru controlled by Kenjaku was continuously damaged, and blood stained the monk’s robes.
“Pfft!”
Gojo Satoru’s hand pierced through ‘Geto Suguru’s’ chest, gripping the still-beating heart.
“It’s over.” Gojo Satoru said coldly. “Get out of Geto’s body.”
The shadow of death completely enveloped Kenjaku. He realized that this body could not be saved. If he hesitated any longer, even his own core soul might be dragged out by Gojo Satoru following the technique link!
In the nick of time, Kenjaku made a decision.
“Tch… so troublesome!” He shot a venomous look at Gojo Satoru, and deeply imprinted Xue Yang’s appearance in his mind.
The next moment, a stitch-like mark on the center of Geto Suguru’s forehead suddenly split open! A bizarre-looking entity, resembling brain tissue, shot out at extreme speed, flying toward the edge of the rooftop without hesitation!
“Trying to run?” Gojo Satoru reacted instantly, his other hand immediately condensing “Red,” ready to blast the strange brain-like entity to pieces.
However, the moment Kenjaku’s core detached from Geto Suguru’s corpse, it seemed to activate a special life-saving technique. Its speed suddenly increased to an unbelievable degree, and its aura instantly became extremely faint, as if it had merged into the air.
The energy beam of “Red” grazed the edge of the brain entity, annihilating a small portion of it, but the main body vanished like a ghost into the dark night sky of Shibuya, impossible to track.
Gojo Satoru’s hand remained inside ‘Geto Suguru’s’ chest, feeling the body rapidly lose its last trace of warmth. He slowly withdrew his hand, watching his best friend’s corpse slump to the ground, once again becoming a cold shell.
The night wind blew, carrying the heavy scent of blood and a hint of absurd chill.
Xue Yang walked to the edge of the rooftop, looked in the direction Kenjaku had disappeared, then looked at the silent Gojo Satoru, raising an eyebrow. “Ran away? How boring. That thing looked truly disgusting, though.”
Gojo Satoru stood still for a long time without speaking. His best friend’s corpse lay before him again, yet the culprit who desecrated him had escaped. Although he had saved many people and crushed most of the enemy’s plan, an indescribable weariness and anger still lingered in his heart.
His first battle after being freed, while demonstrating invincible strength, also left behind deep regret and a dangerous, fugitive enemy.
He turned his head, his ‘gaze’ beneath the blindfold falling on Xue Yang. This unexpected visitor from another world—dangerous and hard to control—had nonetheless helped him greatly in a crucial moment with his unique methods.
The path ahead seemed even more confusing because of his appearance.
“…Let’s go back.” Finally, Gojo Satoru simply said, bending down and carefully lifting Geto Suguru’s corpse into his arms.
Xue Yang watched his movements, pursed his lips, but said nothing, merely following silently behind him.
Under the night sky of Shibuya, two powerful figures of vastly different styles, carrying the embers of a costly victory and an unsolved mystery, disappeared through the rooftop entrance.