『Felix Karl Grimm』
"So uh... hi."
Gojo stared at my nervous expression with a light smirk as if he found my nervousness amusing. And why I was nervous was pretty self-explanatory; I could pull out my entire army, and this guy could still kill me in less than a second, and that was a generous estimation.
"Hi, indeed, young man, I haven't seen you around before. But judging by how you are sweating buckets right now, you seem to know me."
Ah fuck, think. What do you say to this guy? Was he likely to kill or hurt me? No way, this is the same guy who got sealed because he expended all of his stamina trying to spare civilians.
Let's consider all variables. Do I claim to be a lost student? My identity can be easily confirmed with my school records. I cannot explain how I have my abilities in a satisfying way.
But then again, ridiculous powers like Yuta's already exist. What are the chances I'd be let into Jujutsu High to learn? Would the higher-ups try to kill me? Unlikely, I have Lese Majeste, and none of my powers are exactly that unorthodox.
Speaking of Lese Majeste, it certainly applies to Gojo, right? He was a teacher, the strongest sorcerer, and the head of the Gojo clan after all.
Honestly, if possible, I'd like to avoid having too many secrets. Having too many secrets is how you get tangled up in them, trip, and fumble in the worst ways. And they were tiresome too.
...Wait, would I even NEED to hide? Come to think of it? Hiding doesn't really make sense here in the first place. I am the gambler, I should act like it.
"That is indeed a good question, Gojo-san. Maybe we can discuss it over a drink instead of in an abandoned building? The decor here is really demotivating."
Gojo's eyebrows furrowed for a moment in consideration before he shrugged his shoulders.
"Sure, why not? But I'm warning you, as handsome as I am, I'm not into men."
"And neither am I."
He chuckled lightly and cracked his neck before walking towards me. From this distance, he looked much taller than I had assumed, having over half a head over me. Not noticing my aversion, or more likely not caring, Gojo extended an open hand towards me.
"Well, I'm glad we established that, Chains-kun. Since you know who I am, mind taking my hand? I know a coffee place near here."
I shrugged my shoulders and took the outstretched hand. If Gojo had any ill intentions towards me, I wouldn't be here. In a single moment, it felt like my world lurched as we went from an abandoned building and into the stall of a public bathroom in a single moment. Almost like how the Dealer used to teleport me into and out of the inventory.
Noticing that our hands were still interlocked, I gave Gojo a look.
"You are not making a great argument about not being into men right now."
"Hah! You're funny, but I was not bothering to set up a veil just for this. I knew no one was here anyway."
Not minding the banter, Gojo opened the door of the stall, and we both walked out of the bathroom into a cozy cafe. He ordered a sweet coffee with way too many words in way too many different languages, while I just asked for a black coffee.
Sweet coffee was still ruined for me due to the "sweeteners" used in Night City tasting like a mixture of burnt plastic and burnt caramel. One sip ruined my taste buds for a week.
We sat by a window seat, and despite his blindfold, I felt like Gojo could see into my very soul. But I did not appear phased. A Nekomata Sniper Rifle could kill me just as fast as Gojo could, but I was not pissing my pants every single time a bullet passed centimeters from my forehead.
I took a sip of my drink and looked him in the eyes, or at least where I assumed his eyes to be through the blindfold.
"So, Gojo-san, I suppose you could call me a... traveller of sorts. I'm in Tokyo because I wanted to go to Jujutsu High and learn Jujutsu there. As you can see, while I can use my abilities, I can't exactly use them efficiently, nor can I hide my energy."
Gojo rubbed his chin and nodded.
"I see, I see, so, are you a cursed user? Or a rogue sorcerer? In either of those cases, you would be far more well-informed, but you are not." He waved his hands in a placating manner as if trying to prevent a misunderstanding. "Ah, I'm not really trying to needle you or anything; you don't seem like a bad guy to me. Just that you really aren't making a good case for yourself right now."
I crossed my arms and leaned back into my seat.
"Then... how about we make a Binding Vow? I'll truthfully tell what and who I am. In exchange, you won't leak this information anywhere, at least not without my permission."
While I knew this was a rather risky maneuver, I knew that with the type of person Gojo Satoru was, it was probably a good one. Even if I did not know how to make a binding vow, this verified the truth of my words and would give a lot of credence to what I was going to say. Basically, it was the fastest way to earn trust in my position.
And it seemed like this was not lost on Gojo as he raised his eyebrows and whistled.
"Now that's an idea, a bit of an extreme measure, don't you think? Most people aren't so ready to take binding vows off the bat. Why are you that eager?"
I waved my hand.
"Why don't you take the binding vow and find out? Though you'll have to be the one who makes it since I don't know how."
Gojo only thought for a second before nodding. He extended a hand, and I got the message as I extended my hand to take his, and I felt a warm sensation wash over me, similar to when I used my abilities.
"Whatever you are about to explain right now, you will do so without trying to deceive me, and in exchange. In exchange, I will not share any of what you will explain right now without your permission. Do you agree?"
"I agree."
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It felt like invisible chains briefly wrapped around my soul before Gojo nodded with a slightly more serious expression.
"Alright, now, with all of this foreshadowing and secrecy, whatever you're about to reveal better be something cool. Or I won't be held responsible for what I do next."
"I am not from this world. I am not Japanese. And I am not a Jujutsu Sorcerer, nor am I a Curse User. I have never intentionally used Jujutsu in my life."
For a moment, it was silent as Gojo stared at me, as if expecting me to croak right here and now, but nothing happened. A bomb like this was needed to start the conversation on the right track.
He stopped leaning back and leaned forward with an expression of clear surprise, even through the blindfold.
"Alright, now you've really got my attention. Either you are really mentally ill and actually believe what you are saying, but are wrong, or you really are an alien. Do you have a UFO? Can I ride it if you have one? And if you are an alien, is that a skinsuit?"
I rubbed the bridge of my nose and sighed. I was too used to dealing with the hyper-grungy people of Night City that dealing with this upbeat but overpowered guy felt weird.
"I'm not an alien, at least in the traditional sense; I am a human, from a different Earth. Do you perhaps believe in the Multiverse theory?" He nodded, gesturing for me to go on. "I come from a world similar to yours, but without Cursed Spirits or Cursed Techniques. Well, I have something similar in theory, but I just call them abilities."
To demonstrate, I picked up a napkin and froze it while Gojo watched.
"I'll be, seems like you really aren't lying, Ice Powers, and those chains you used against me. They have a different feel, though not completely different from cursed techniques."
He seemed to contemplate before looking up and laughing.
"Oh man, this really is wild, huh? Not unbelievable, I know firsthand how out there cursed techniques can be. I can't rule out the Multiverse when my own technique works of mathematical impossibilities. But it really is exciting to learn, how different is your world, ET-kun?"
ET? Was this guy really calling me ET?
"My name's not ET. Since you never bothered to ask, it's Felix Karl Grimm; you can use any of those as my name, it doesn't matter all that much. As for my world... well, I've been to one that was similar to this without any Cursed Spirits or Cursed Techniques, essentially how normal people everywhere live, and one where it's the same but technology is a hundred to two hundred years ahead."
His mouth opened in the shape of a 0 as he listened raptly like a child before grinning.
"That sounds pretty cool, Karl-kun."
My eye twitched.
"Sigh, never mind, my bad, just call me Grimm. And, if you need any more convincing proof other than my word on the matter..."
I reached into my coat and pulled out two things: the [Tome of the Way of the White] and a [Deadshot Daiquiri]. The Daiquiri I actually had to put in my pocket on the way out, just in case, while the tome seemed to just... appear whenever I needed it to appear.
Probably a way that the gacha ensures I dont lose my items.
...Wait a fucking second, what happened to my fridge full of Deadshot Daiquiris back home?
Damn.
"Ooh, what are these? Alien artifacts?"
"That one is a grimoire, or a tome, whatever you wanna call it; it has several ingrained spells that anyone can learn as long as they have a proper body, mind, and soul. It's from a different world, try it. And the other one is alcohol that makes you better with guns."
He picked up the book and started flipping through the pages at great speed, which looked rather comical with a blindfold on, but his expression made it anything but comical.
He handed the book back to me before he extended his arm and looked surprised when a yellow glow, the same I had when I used heal covered it. What wasn't a surprise was how he needed less than a whole minute to get the spell down.
"This... is practically the opposite of Jujutsu; it uses Positive Energy, but instinctively, this could change the whole Jujutsu world, I mean, assuming people dont take years to figure out how to use it, that is, I already knew how to do Reverse Cursed Technique. Some pretty interesting things were written there as well, Lordran? Gods? Loyd? You've been in strange places. Mind telling me more?"
If I didn't know any better, and I actually don't, I'd say Gojo looks like a fanboy right now. Which felt weird considering he was all but a god in flesh with his powers, and I was a man who was very good with a gun and had angel wings.
"Maybe later, remember about me asking you to help me get into Jujutsu High? If I do get in, I'll have plenty of time to talk."
Gojo pursed his lips and nodded.
"Right, right, priorities," he snapped his finger. "So, you talk about going to a lot of worlds, Grimm-kun, why here? And why Jujutsu High?"
The crux of the matter, I didn't want to reveal the whole Inventory thing just yet, so I decided on a plausible story instead, which wasn't wrong either. I just didn't want to expose myself too much.
"Because I haven't been doing this whole thing for a while, and I could really use some formal training. Other worlds I have been to weren't so... accommodating in terms of training. Things like Binding Vows and Barriers would be great to have on hand. I won't be staying here for too long anyway."
Listening to my words, Gojo got up from his seat and stretched with a smile of anticipation.
"Alright, you've convinced me, and totally not because I want to keep you around to see what more cool multiverse stuff you have on you. I'll take you to Jujutsu High, though it's up to you to get accepted yourself. Unfortunately, for your case, Principal Yaga is a very principled man."
Downing the last of my coffee, I got up too and shot Gojo a look.
"I'm not paying for the coffee, I just got to this world. And what you are saying shouldn't be that much of a problem, right?" I admit, I didn't remember all that much about the earlier parts of Jujutsu Kaisen, so I didn't know how my admittance would go.
But Gojo just waved it off.
"It's fine, it's fine, I'm vouching for you anyway. Besides, Hakari and Kirara managed to get in. You'll manage. ...probably."
That does not inspire confidence.
A/N: Gojo"Ah yes, the negotiator" Felix meets Gojo and pulls off the best performance he could have, which is securing THE strongest in the world you are in as your ally by being mostly honest with them. Yes, THE strongest.
This chapter got a bit wordy because Gojo and Felix naturally banter a lot, and I dislike cutting out explanation stuffs when writing, hopefully it didn't feel too drawn out for you guys. What did you think? Did you like Gojo and Felix's dynamic? I'd love to know.
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