Hinata walked through the dimly lit streets, her hands tightening around the strap of her bag. She had no idea what Naruto must be feeling, losing his memories like that. If it were her… if she woke up one day with nothing but scattered fragments of who she used to be—would she even trust herself?
No. Probably not.
She exhaled slowly, steeling her resolve. She had to be more confident. She couldn’t afford to hesitate.
She had a plan.
Continuing her part-time jobs would only be a liability now. She had no idea what kind of information-gathering techniques Jujutsu Sorcerers had, but if they were anything like shinobi, then it was better to assume the worst. She couldn’t risk dragging innocent people into this mess—people who had taken her in so kindly despite knowing nothing about her.
So instead of heading to work, she pulled out her phone and typed a message.
—I apologize for the sudden notice. My family member, who had been in a coma, has woken up. We will be moving to another city to recover. Thank you for everything.
It was short. Simple. Believable.
A small lie to mislead anyone tracking her past movements.
Hinata hovered over the send button, guilt pooling in her stomach. She wished she could thank them in person, bid them a proper farewell. But she couldn’t take that risk.
Adding to that guilt was the lie she told Naruto.
She had told him she’d be going to work today. Instead, she was dedicating the entire day to investigating Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High.
Hinata glanced up, spotting the train station ahead.
She tightened her grip on her bag and stepped forward.
She had work to do.
Hinata moved through the streets, her gaze flitting to every reflective surface, every shadow stretching along the pavement. She wasn’t being followed—she was sure of it—but paranoia had been gnawing at her ever since she and Naruto fled her place.
She needed to know what they were dealing with.
Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High.
If Gojo Satoru had sought them out, then this place had to be important. But she wasn’t reckless enough to call the number directly. If they were anything like shinobi, she couldn’t risk leaving a trace that led back to her.
So, she would investigate in a way that didn’t tie back to her—or Naruto.
She had considered asking strangers to make the call for her, but that was too na?ve. She didn’t have the luxury of trusting random civilians, nor did she want to involve innocent people in whatever this was.
Instead, she decided on something more discreet.
The internet.
Hinata stepped into a dimly lit internet café, the faint hum of computers filling the air. The place was sectioned off into rows of wooden cubicles, each one narrow and private, enclosed by wooden dividers that were just high enough to keep prying eyes away. Inside, each station had a slightly worn-out chair, a desktop monitor, a keyboard, and a pair of bulky headphones hanging from a hook on the side.
She approached the counter, handing over a few bills.
"One hour," she murmured.
The cashier barely spared her a glance, handing her a slip with a station number. She walked down the aisle, slipping into her assigned cubicle. It felt a little cramped, but at least it was private enough.
Sitting down, she stared at the keyboard and mouse.
Hinata had used the internet a few times before, but she was still clumsy with it. The world she came from didn’t have this level of technology—at least, not for the average person. Taking a deep breath, she placed her hands on the keyboard and carefully typed:
Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School.
Her fingers felt stiff, hesitating over the keys, but her eye-body coordination made up for it. She pressed Enter.
The screen flickered, and a list of search results appeared before her.
Hinata scrolled through the search results, her pale eyes narrowing as she skimmed through snippets of information.
Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School had a sister school in Kyoto, though there wasn’t much detailed information about either institution. On the surface, the school was registered as a private religious high school, which made sense if they were trying to keep their real purpose hidden. But from what little she could piece together, this wasn’t an ordinary school—it was likely a training facility for Jujutsu Sorcerers.
So, Gojo Satoru wasn’t lying.
That didn’t make her feel any better.
Hinata tapped the keyboard, refining her search.
Jujutsu. Sorcerers. Curses.
She wasn’t sure what exactly she was looking for, but if Jujutsu Sorcerers were this world’s version of shinobi, then there had to be some kind of underground knowledge about them. Or at the very least, rumors.
She scrolled further.
Mentions of Curses were scattered throughout online forums, urban legend sites, and even social media threads. People described strange, supernatural occurrences—things that sounded suspiciously like the strange monsters she fought with—but the accounts were inconsistent. Some dismissed them as hallucinations. Others insisted they were real.
One particular forum thread caught her eye:
"Ghosts and exorcists are real???"
The original post had a blurry photo attached—something that might’ve been a person in dark robes, mid-combat with what looked like a… twisted shadow? The image was grainy, but there was something about the way the figure moved that reminded Hinata of a shinobi in battle.
She scrolled through the replies.
"Fake. Obviously edited."
"No way, my cousin’s friend saw something similar in Shibuya last year!"
"Guys, I swear I saw someone exorcise a monster downtown. The guy had white hair and a blindfold. No joke."
Hinata froze.
White hair. Blindfold.
She quickly typed Gojo Satoru into the search bar.
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The results loaded instantly.
What she didn’t expect… was that he had a social media account.
And not just any account. A verified one.
Hinata hesitated, then clicked on his profile.
Her screen was instantly filled with pictures of food… or just his own face.
Dozens of selfies.
Gojo Satoru posing with oversized desserts. Gojo Satoru sipping bubble tea. Gojo Satoru wearing sunglasses over his blindfold.
Hinata stared.
Yeah… He was a confirmed narcissist.
His latest status update read:
"Throughout Heaven and Earth, I alone am the Honored One."
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
Then exhaled.
That explained a lot about his personality.
Unfortunately, she didn’t find anything conclusive. There were no real details about Jujutsu High, no official records of what it actually taught, and nothing substantial about Jujutsu Sorcerers. If they were like shinobi, then it made sense—they wouldn’t advertise their existence openly.
It seemed even the internet had its limits.
Still, she had learned a few things.
And now, she had even more questions.
Hinata leaned back in her seat, fingers resting lightly on the keyboard. The glow of the screen illuminated her thoughtful expression.
This was a big opportunity.
Despite her conflicted feelings, she couldn’t deny the potential benefits of accepting Gojo Satoru’s invitation. If Jujutsu Sorcerers truly existed and wielded some kind of supernatural power akin to chakra, then perhaps—just perhaps—they also had the means to send her and Naruto home.
That slim possibility was enough to make her pause.
She had spent weeks surviving in this strange world, avoiding anything that could jeopardize their safety. But the more she learned, the more she realized that staying hidden forever wasn’t a viable plan.
They needed answers.
And if Jujutsu High could provide them, then wasn’t it a risk worth taking?
“Still… I need more information.”
If this was a shinobi mission, her next move would be clear—gather intelligence before making a decision. And what kind of kunoichi would she be if she didn’t exhaust every resource available to her?
With a quiet sigh, Hinata logged out of the computer and left the internet café, stepping into the bustling energy of the shopping mall. The air smelled of fried food, perfume, and artificial coolness from the air conditioning.
Her next step required a little creativity.
She adjusted her hoodie, slipped into a secluded corner, and activated the Transformation Technique. Her form shifted, her facial structure altering just enough to resemble an ordinary mall-goer—someone who could easily blend into the crowd.
With her Byakugan, she scanned the area, seeking out potential targets. Not for violence—just temporary borrowing.
She zeroed in on a businessman distracted by a phone call, his attention elsewhere as he held his device loosely. Hinata moved quickly, brushing past him with a carefully placed step. A moment later, the phone was in her sleeve, and the man hadn’t even noticed.
She repeated the process with two more people, pocketing multiple phones before slipping into a restroom stall.
Now, time to test the number.
Taking the first phone, she dialed the contact on the business card Gojo had given her.
It rang.
A moment later, a voice answered—not Gojo’s.
"Tokyo Jujutsu High. Who is this?"
Hinata kept her voice steady, shifting her tone to sound more masculine. "I have some questions regarding Curses and Jujutsu Sorcerers."
Surprisingly, they answered.
She learned about Curses—how they were manifestations of negative human emotions, how they lurked unseen by normal people, and how Jujutsu Sorcerers were tasked with exorcising them.
But when she subtly shifted the conversation, asking about supernatural abilities in general, they became tight-lipped.
"We don’t discuss that with outsiders," the voice stated firmly.
That was interesting.
Hinata tried a different approach. On the next call, she pretended to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer, vaguely alluding to being a freelancer.
"Which school did you graduate from?" the voice on the other end asked, clearly skeptical.
Hinata didn’t have an answer. But instead of hanging up on her immediately, the person on the line mentioned something unexpected—
"If you’re really a Sorcerer, you should already know where to look for information. Or are you telling me you’ve never visited the J-Net?"
J-Net?
The call disconnected before she could ask further.
Hinata’s mind raced.
J-Net.
A dark website? A private network?
It seemed like a place where Jujutsu-related information was exchanged.
Her heart pounded with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Now, she had a new lead.
Yet, she continued on testing the number a few more times… just to be sure.
Hinata exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around the phone in her grasp.
It was a simple, almost mechanical process at this point.
Steal a phone.
Make a call.
Interrogate.
Return the phone.
Repeat.
Each time, she altered her tone, accent, and speech patterns, making herself sound like a different person. A worried civilian. A curious researcher. An eager recruit. A skeptical rival.
It was a delicate game—gathering as much intelligence as possible without drawing suspicion.
Each call provided small but valuable pieces of the puzzle.
From what she could gather, Tokyo Jujutsu High wasn’t just a school. It served as a base of operations for Jujutsu Sorcerers—a central hub where missions were assigned and Curses were monitored. It was both a training facility and a base of operations.
And then there was Gojo Satoru.
When she asked about him, the reactions were… telling.
"He’s a first-year teacher at the school."
"You don’t want to get on his bad side."
"Gojo-sensei? The strongest."
"That guy? He does whatever he wants. But if you’re looking for power, you won’t find anyone better."
It was always the same. Fear. Respect. Wariness.
Even within his own organization, Gojo Satoru was a force to be reckoned with.
Hinata returned the latest stolen phone to its oblivious owner and quietly slipped away.
She needed to know more.
Finding another internet café, she paid for an hour and settled into a wooden cubicle, surrounded by the faint hum of computers and the muffled chatter of other users.
This time, her focus was entirely on Gojo Satoru.
With a bit more effort than usual, she entered J-Net.
Hinata blinked at the screen, fingers pausing over the keyboard.
A fan club?
She had spent the last twenty minutes navigating the dark website someone had tipped her off about—an underground forum where people discussed Jujutsu Sorcerers, Curses, and incidents that never made it to mainstream media.
But she had not expected to stumble upon an entire dedicated fan page for Gojo Satoru.
Her lips twitched as she read the thread titles.
"The Blue-Eyed King: Gojo Satoru Appreciation Thread #112"
"How Can Someone Be THIS Strong AND This Handsome?!"
"Gojo Satoru—A Blessing or a Menace?"
She clicked on one out of morbid curiosity.
The posts ranged from serious analysis of his combat skills to outrageous thirst comments about his looks.
One user wrote:
"Bro is so OP the higher-ups are terrified of him. If he actually wanted to, he could probably overthrow the entire Jujutsu Society."
Another added:
"I’d let him exorcise me any day if you know what I mean ( ?° ?? ?°)"
Hinata shuddered and quickly scrolled past that.
As ridiculous as some of these posts were, they painted a consistent picture of the kind of man Gojo Satoru was.
Hinata couldn’t help but compare him to Kakashi-sensei.
Like Kakashi, Gojo was powerful.
Like Kakashi, he had a mysterious covered eye.
Like Kakashi, he was a teacher.
But Gojo Satoru wasn’t just highly skilled—he was high-profile.
Too high-profile.
From what she gathered, Gojo had the power and influence to move the Jujutsu world just by existing. He was an anomaly—too strong, too unpredictable, too uncontrollable.
And yet… this was the man who had sought her and Naruto out.
Hinata leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowing.
“What exactly does he want with us?”
Hinata scrolled through the dark website, her Byakugan inactive but her focus sharp.
This place… It was nothing like the standard search engines she had used earlier. The website was barebones, mostly text-based forums and hidden threads, but the information here was far more revealing than anything she had found before.
Hinata leaned back in the stiff chair of the internet café cubicle, rubbing her temples. The dim glow of the computer screen illuminated her furrowed brows as she processed everything she had uncovered.
This type of information gathering wasn’t her specialty. She wasn’t an infiltration expert, a saboteur, or a spy. She had been trained in tracking, in combat, in sensory techniques—but not in digital research or deception. Her skill set was built for the world of shinobi, not modern Japan.
But that didn’t mean she would give up.
She worked hard making discreet phone calls through stolen devices, switching voices, accents, and speaking patterns to pry out more details about Jujutsu High. She scoured through dark web forums, piecing together fragments of rumors, leaked files, and hushed whispers about Jujutsu Sorcerers and their operations.
And in the end, she had her answer.
Going to Jujutsu High was too risky.
The place was more than just a school—it was a stronghold, a command center, and possibly a recruitment ground for Jujutsu Sorcerers. If she and Naruto walked in blindly, they would lose control of their situation. They would be examined, questioned, and maybe even detained under suspicion.
They had too many unknowns.
- Could Jujutsu Sorcerers detect their origins?
- Could they track chakra?
- Would they see Naruto’s Kyūbi as a threat?
There were too many possibilities—too many chances for things to go wrong.
And yet…
There was also an opportunity.
Jujutsu High was the one place with sorcerers strong enough to combat Curses on a large scale. If anyone had the knowledge or power to help them return home, it would be them. But they couldn’t go in recklessly.
If—and only if—they had Gojo Satoru’s personal backing, the risk would be significantly lower.
Hinata exhaled. That man was ridiculous, arrogant, and eccentric… but he also seemed powerful enough to throw his weight around. If he truly wanted them to come, he might shield them from suspicion.
But could they trust him?
Hinata shut the computer down, leaving the dark web behind. She would need to think carefully about their next move.
One thing was clear—they weren’t walking into Jujutsu High without a plan.