So he really brought her here.
Miyagi Prefecture. Sendai City. Sugisawa Municipal High School No. 3.
Mahiko stood beside Kenjaku on the rooftop of a building across from the school, gazing down at the campus below. Kenjaku had laid a concealment barrier around the area, so there was no risk of being spotted by ordinary people or the jujutsu sorcerers patrolling the neighborhood.
Not that it would stop Satoru Gojo's eyes for a single second, but that was beside the point.
The campus was completely ordinary — indistinguishable from any other run-of-the-mill Japanese high school. Classroom buildings, a sports ground, a ball court, a running track, a handful of trees at unremarkable heights. After-school students drifted around in loose clusters, some chatting, some shooting hoops.
Mahiko's gaze drifted to the athletic field.
A boy with pale pink hair was running across the field, working through what looked like shot put practice. He took his approach, wound up, and with a single explosive twist of his arm——
The shot rocketed off his hand.
Oh my god. That thing flew.
Like a mortar shell.
Absolutely not a distance any normal high schooler should be capable of throwing.
"...Huh."
Yeah, okay. That had to be Yuji Itadori.
The protagonist of Jujutsu Kaisen. Host body of Sukuna. A boy blessed with a physique so absurdly optimized for combat that he punched his way through the entire story by sheer physical force — the most powerful athlete in the history of fiction, basically. People called him a 'sports kid' as a joke, but honestly, Yuji Itadori really was built different. His body alone was already reaching sainthood even now, before he'd ever set foot in the world of jujutsu. And right here, in this moment, the signs were already impossible to miss.
"So," Mahiko said, tilting her head toward Kenjaku. "What's this 'interesting thing' you mentioned?"
*You dragged me out here to watch a kid throw a shot put?
Kenjaku smiled. "Wait two or three hours and you'll see."
Two or three hours?
Your sense of scheduling is something else. Two or three hours ahead of schedule?
Mahiko dropped onto the rooftop ledge with an air of exaggerated impatience — fine, it wasn't entirely exaggerated, she genuinely was impatient — and dangled her legs over the edge, swinging them idly back and forth. She puffed out her cheeks like an aggrieved pufferfish. "That's so long... this is so boring——"
But inside, she already knew exactly what was coming.
She knew what was about to happen.
The opening arc of the original story — at Yuji Itadori's high school, the older students of the occult research club had gotten their hands on one of Sukuna's sealed fingers. The moment they broke the seal, it drew a swarm of cursed spirits. Megumi Fushiguro arrived from Jujutsu High to retrieve the finger, and in the ensuing chaos, Yuji swallowed it to protect the people around him — and became Sukuna's vessel.
From that moment on, Yuji Itadori was pulled into the world of jujutsu, and the whole story began in earnest.
And that finger — the one that had 'happened' to appear at this particular high school — while the original manga never spelled it out in close detail, it was ninety-nine percent certain that Kenjaku had arranged it.
Of course he had. He'd arranged Yuji's very birth. You think the finger showing up was a coincidence? Please.
Kenjaku had choreographed everything. The finger appearing near Yuji. Yuji swallowing it in the critical moment. Sukuna successfully taking root as a vessel. This was the opening move in Kenjaku's thousand-year plan.
So today, he was here to personally confirm that the first piece had been placed on the board.
And he'd brought Mahiko along with him.
Mahiko sat there with nothing to do but wait.
And as she waited, her thoughts began to wander.
Sukuna's finger... In the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, that thing was classified as a "Special Grade Cursed Object" — indestructible on a physical level, impossible to break by any conventional means.
But from the perspective of her own Technique?
Each finger contained a fragment of Sukuna's soul. And her Idle Transfiguration was precisely the kind of technique that operated on souls. If she were to directly touch the soul embedded in that finger——
Nah. Probably not happening.
Sukuna was the King of Curses. The most powerful cursed spirit of a thousand years ago — a monster so overwhelming that even the Six Eyes had to take him seriously at his peak. Even a soul fragment the size of a single finger was almost certainly out of her league at this stage.
And supposedly, Sukuna could use his own Technique to protect his soul — even within a single finger.
Forget it. Not worth thinking about.
Mahiko let her gaze wander aimlessly over the street below, skimming past pedestrians, cars, utility poles, a convenience store——
And stopped.
A figure had appeared on the street near the school.
Long black hair. Dark green eyes. Clean, sharp features with a cool, distant quality. A slender build. Dressed in the Jujutsu High uniform — the girls' version, with its little skirt.
The moment Mahiko saw her, her eyes lit up.
Oh, well, well, well. If it isn't Megumi Fushiguro.
The Megumi Fushiguro she had personally gender-swapped.
The long-straight-black-hair girl version of Megumi Fushiguro was currently walking down a Sendai street with an utterly expressionless face, heading in the direction of Sugisawa No. 3 High School.
Coming to retrieve Sukuna's finger. Right on schedule — the original story was officially kicking off.
Mahiko couldn't help the smile that spread across her lips.
Her masterpiece... it really did suit her own taste, didn't it.
So pretty, hahahaha...
............
Fushiguro Megumi — no. Fushiguro Maki, as she was now — walked down the streets of Sendai feeling absolutely terrible.
To be precise, she had felt absolutely terrible for the past two days.
Ever since being attacked — no, 'attacked' wasn't quite the right word. 'Reconstructed' — by that blue-haired cursed spirit, her life had plunged into a uniquely suffocating kind of awkwardness the likes of which she had never experienced before.
First: the body.
Shorter.
Lighter.
Center of gravity, wrong.
Every single thing felt off. Walking required slightly more care with her stride. Running had a completely different rhythm. Even standing up from a chair made her stumble because the shift in balance was nothing like what her muscle memory expected.
Which had, naturally, given Satoru Gojo — that completely irresponsible excuse for a teacher — an enormous amount of material to laugh at her with. For a very long time.
Damn him.
Then there was the matter of clothes.
All of her clothes were a size too big. Completely unwearable. She'd had no choice but to go to the school administration and request a new uniform. The woman in charge of uniforms took one look at her and handed over a girl's set without a single word of discussion — no amount of explanation got through to her, and there was no option but to put it on.
Only the gods knew how many rounds of verbal combat she had lost, and how much psychological preparation she'd had to go through, before she could bring herself to actually wear it.
Small mercies — Jujutsu High's uniform wasn't one of those traditional ultra-feminine JK styles. If they'd handed her something frilly and cute, she would have preferred death.
"...Haah..."
And her name had been forced to change as well. She needed a new ID — after all, she looked nothing like her original self, and the old gender marker was entirely wrong now. Jujutsu High's connections with the government meant a new identification could be processed quickly, but she obviously couldn't keep going by the name Megumi Fushiguro.
So she was Fushiguro Maki now.
"...Damn it..."
Damn that cursed spirit...
She was grinding her teeth as she passed a group of delinquents crouched outside a convenience store smoking, and every single one of them swiveled their heads in unison to stare, eyes going glassy.
"Whoa, that girl is cute as hell..."
"Long straight black hair in a school uniform — is she from a school around here..."
"Haven't seen that uniform before, doesn't look local... should we go ask for her contact..."
Fushiguro Maki's temple throbbed.
She quickened her pace and walked past them, pretending she hadn't heard a word.
But the sensation of that burning, sticky gaze plastered to her back made every inch of her skin crawl.
I can't take this. I literally cannot take this.
She had never been looked at like that in her life. Back when she was a boy, pedestrians' eyes would glance past her and move on without lingering. Nobody looked twice.
But now she had become — in Gojo-sensei's deeply unhelpful words — "a ridiculously good-looking girl," and walking down the street had turned into moving through a spotlight. Eyes following her everywhere she went.
...Insufferable.
I'm wearing a mask next time I go outside.
But the real, central, most critical problem was this: there was no way to reverse it.
Shoko Ieiri had been perfectly clear. Reverse Cursed Technique was useless in her case, because her body had not technically sustained any 'injury.' Her soul had been rewritten from the outside — its shape altered — and her flesh had simply followed, faithfully reflecting the new configuration of that soul. To change back, the soul would have to be rewritten again. And the only known entity capable of doing that was the blue-haired cursed spirit.
Which meant she had to find that thing again and make it change her back.
...Assuming that thing was willing.
The moment she pictured that blue-haired girl laughing and hollering "Let's see if you ever chase me again!" as she fled — Fushiguro felt her blood pressure spike.
You didn't just take something from me — you had to rub my face in it, didn't you. You absolute...
Haah... but none of that mattered right now. All of it would have to wait.
She had a mission. Gojo-sensei had dispatched her to Sugisawa No. 3 High School in Sendai to retrieve a Special Grade Cursed Object — a finger believed to belong to Sukuna. Whether she was currently male or female was irrelevant. The mission had to be completed.
Fushiguro Maki drew a slow, deep breath, and raised her eyes to the school gate standing before her.
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