A couple days passed in a blur of pain, muscle cramps, and... YouTube.
Yeah, I wish I was kidding.
Apparently, in a world with curses and domain expansions, YouTube tutorials were still a thing. I watched hours of janky, low-res videos with titles like:
> “How to Manifest Cursed Energy in 5 Steps (No Sukuna Needed!)”“Cursed Energy for Beginners: Chakra but Make it Angry”“Why You Still Suck at Black Flash – Here’s Why!”
Combined with Gojo’s training, Megumi’s brooding, and some surprisingly detailed manga panels, I got the hang of it.
I could now coat my fists with cursed energy like they were gloves forged in rage. I hadn’t figured out Reverse Cursed Technique yet, but hey, I wasn’t dead—so that was good.
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A New Ally (or Menace)
“Alright, kids,” Gojo said one sunny afternoon, sunglasses sparkling like the cocky maniac he was. “Time to pick up our third first-year.”
“Oh, we’re getting another one?” I asked.
“Yup. Her name’s Nobara Kugisaki. She’s loud, violent, and thinks she’s a fashion icon.”
“…So like you but shorter,” Megumi muttered.
We went to downtown Tokyo, into one of those chaotic areas where buildings touch the clouds and businessmen walk like they’re being chased by deadlines.
We spotted her immediately.
Short hair. Orange-brown. Stylish clothes. One massive attitude.
And she was absolutely berating some poor salaryman.
“I HAVE THE BONE STRUCTURE OF A MODEL!” she shouted, shaking him by the collar. “YOU ASK HER TO MODEL AND NOT ME!? DO YOU HAVE EYES, SIR!?”
“Ma’am, I-I didn’t mean any harm—”
“I WILL NAIL YOU TO A CROSSWALK, YOU CREEP!”
Gojo sauntered over like this was all perfectly normal. “That’s her!”
Nobara turned around, letting the terrified businessman scramble away like a rat. “Tch. He wasn’t even cute anyway.”
“I’m Gojo Satoru,” he said, adjusting his blindfold. “This is Megumi, and this guy here’s Yuji.”
She glanced at me. “Nice hair, Pinky.”
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“Nice hammer, Thor’s intern.”
Gojo clapped. “Alright! Let’s go to Tokyo.”
“Wait, we’re not in Tokyo?” Nobara asked.
Gojo didn’t answer. He just smiled.
But I knew what was coming. The cursed building.
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Welcome to Your Curse Practical
The place we pulled up to looked abandoned, derelict, and reeked of cursed energy.
Megumi had his hands in his pockets. “Same drill as before?”
I nodded, flexing my fingers. I could feel the cursed energy flowing beneath my skin like crackling electricity.
“Alright,” Gojo said, “get in there, rookies.”
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We stepped through the shattered doors.
The air felt dense, like breathing through a wet towel dipped in fear. Shadows flickered in the corners, and the walls were warped like something had melted the building with hatred.
“Showtime,” I muttered.
The cursed spirit slithered into view. A grotesque mass of limbs, spikes, and twitching eyeballs. It hissed and lunged.
Nobara reached for her hammer.
But I was already moving.
“Let me take round one.”
I charged with cursed energy surging through my fists.
BAM!
My punch landed dead-center on its jaw, snapping its neck sideways with a sick crunch. I followed with a left hook, then a right straight—Muhammad Ali-style.
Equal lefts. Equal rights.
I drove it through the wall, bricks exploding outward.
We crashed into the next building over. The curse flailed, screeching. I felt something hit my chest—its arm, falling off from the impact.
“Oh we’re just getting started.”
I kicked it into a wall, dashed forward, and unleashed a barrage of punches.
One. Two. Three. Four.
It screeched again, but its voice was muffled under the rapid-fire uppercuts I was feeding it.
Then I heard it:
“RESONANCE!”
A nail glowed midair, piercing the arm I’d broken off. The curse spasmed violently—Nobara’s technique was activating through the detached limb.
Another nail. Another scream.
“Yeah, team effort!” I shouted, still beating the curse into the floor like it owed me rent.
Nobara hurled another nail into the wall—bam—and cursed energy erupted from inside the monster. Its body contorted, eyes rolling back.
“Get ready,” she called.
“I got this!”
I raised my fist, cursed energy swirling blue around it, and dropped it like a divine hammer straight through the spirit’s head.
BOOM.
Cursed spirit, exorcised.
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Victory... and Sushi?
We stepped out of the ruined building, clothes torn, hands bruised, breathing heavy.
Gojo stood outside—recording us.
“Wait… were you filming that?!” I asked, pointing at the phone.
“Of course! My phone’s imbued with cursed energy. I can see everything! I do it with all my phones!”
Nobara blinked. “Your phones? Like… plural?”
Gojo smirked and pulled out three more phones from his pockets.
“All my phones are cursed-energy enhanced.”
Megumi leaned in and whispered, “He buys four every year. Drops them all in rivers.”
I stared at him.
“Why?”
“Because,” Gojo said, “I live a dangerous life.”
“…You're just clumsy, aren’t you?”
He clapped his hands. “Enough banter! You three did well today. Let’s go eat some sushi!”
Nobara perked up. “Ooh, good sushi or convenience store sushi?”
Gojo smiled. “The good kind. I’m paying.”
That’s all we needed to hear.
We followed our insane, overpowered, multi-phone-owning teacher down the street. For now, we were just kids. Kids with cursed fists, magic hammers, demon kings inside us, and stomachs ready for raw fish.
