Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

Chapter 326: One-day trip to Dreamland (End)

Ryomen Sukuna disappeared completely naked.

Although I’m not sure whether he will have clothes to wear after he returns, it doesn’t affect my gloating mood at all.

After letting out a sigh of relief, I turned back to the ward.

But I saw that Grandpa Yuji had taken off his hospital gown and was wearing everyday clothes. He looked much younger than before.

It's like going back to the state of more than ten years ago.

And Yuji next to him had returned to his childish state, with his two steamed bun-sized fists clenched tightly, leaning peacefully against the bed, already asleep.

"Let's go." The old man bent down, picked him up effortlessly, put him on his back, glanced at me, and said meaningfully, "My granddaughter."

I was taken aback.

Suddenly, I felt embarrassed as if my lie was exposed.

"So... you are..." I walked beside him after catching up with him in two or three steps and asked hesitantly, "It shouldn't be me."

"Of course not. What are you thinking about?" Yuzhang Yasuke said in a loud and confident voice, "He is dreaming. Did you eat poisonous mushrooms too?"

I:"........."

"I am just a composite image of this brat's memory," the old man explained. "Seeing me age and then rejuvenate in an instant, I think you should be able to understand."

"That's true..." I said embarrassedly.

However, his image is too three-dimensional and has too much autonomy, which makes people feel as if they are having a conversation with their own soul.

After all, this isn't the first time this has happened.

"He speaks harshly, is withdrawn, has a temper like a stone in a toilet, gets angry easily, has poor health and is stubborn." He said indifferently, "This is the entire impression he has of me."

As he said that, he snorted and said to me very reluctantly: "If you were my granddaughter, you probably wouldn't like me either."

"It's hard to say." I tapped my chin, thought for a while, and then answered, "Because there are many people with strange personalities around me. In comparison, you shouldn't be that difficult to deal with."

The fun-loving people who like to smoke and watch shows, the freaks with different thinking patterns from ordinary people, the scheming men with a lot of bad ideas, the guys who are greedy for money, the arrogant people who say one thing and mean another... and those in real life... wow, let alone those.

"Humph." The old man seemed unsatisfied with the answer. He weighed Yuujin on his back and said fiercely through his nose, "That's not necessarily true."

"Anyway, where are we going now?" I looked around and found that everything around me was covered in fog and mist. I could hardly see anything else. Only the road in front of me was real.

"Take him home." Yuji Yasuke said, "His dream is almost coming to an end."

"There's not much time left anyway, so just accompany me, an old man, for the last part of the journey."

"Okay." I nodded and followed him, my mind somewhat empty as I thought about what to do next.

Suddenly, I heard the footsteps stop, and the old man's voice rang out. He asked, "You should have heard the will I told him just now."

"........Are you talking about 'dying surrounded by people'?"

"Yes," he asked, "what do you think of that?"

"Opinion?" I was stunned, and suddenly remembered how I felt when I first turned on the computer and saw that conversation.

Although I often see people online making jokes saying that after seeing the death of Yuji's grandfather, they quit the show in time to stop watching.

But the early plot is really well-shaped, especially this key sentence, which runs through the entire work. Itadori tries his best to help others, and this sentence can be said to be a footnote to his subsequent series of actions.

But, after all, it is still...

"I... don't like this." After a moment of silence, I decided to speak out my true feelings. "I hope that others can have a proper death. I try my best to help others. It doesn't matter if I don't get any thanks. This kind of life is really too hard."

Itadori did this because he is kind by nature, but this should not become a shackle for him, nor is it a reason for him to feel guilty and blame himself in the future for not being able to help others.

"If it were you, what would you say to him?" The old man turned around and looked at me with wise eyes.

"........I think it's probably the same idea as someone else." I replied, "I hope young people can enjoy their youth, don't have to bear too many heavy things, just be themselves."

Anyway, after entering the society, there is a miserable life waiting for you. If you don’t enjoy yourself early, what are you waiting for?

"Yeah." Unexpectedly, Grandpa Yuji did not refute me. He just nodded and said, "You can indeed say that."

"But I can't."

I was stunned: "Hey, why?"

"Because I'm already dead." He patted the back of the little Yuhito, whose face was red from sleeping, and smiled calmly, "Don't be fooled by his lively and cheerful personality, as if he doesn't care about many things."

"In fact, he is a gentle, thoughtful and kind child." He elaborated, "After my death, his connection with the world will be greatly weakened, and it is inevitable that he will feel confused and helpless about the future."

“If you don’t know what to do or where to go, your life may become boring and you won’t know where your own value lies.”

"My grandson, I am afraid that he will live alone in this world in the future and repeat my mistakes."

“I want him to have bonds and connections with people in this world.”

"So..." He raised his head and looked deeply at a small house not far away, and said, "We must find a fulcrum for him, or we can say a driving force."

"That way, after I leave, he can work hard towards the goal I left for him."

“........” I lowered my head and listened quietly to everything he said.

So...this is what Yuji's grandfather thought?

Saying these words in a dream that represents the subconscious mind, does it also mean that Yuji actually understands his grandfather's intentions?

"But." He suddenly laughed again, stroked his non-existent beard, and said, "You also gave me a lot of inspiration."

"Beside him, there are people who think and care about him. Doesn't this prove that my words are not completely useless?"

"That's..." I touched my nose and said, "Around him, there are already a group of like-minded teachers and classmates. In this case, you can rest assured."

"Our Yujin." He suddenly stopped smiling, picked up the pink-haired boy, handed him to me, and said seriously, "I'll trouble you to take care of me from now on."

"If you have any inappropriate behavior, please don't hesitate. It doesn't matter if you hit or scold them or teach them a lesson."

Me: "........He is a good kid, and there is no need to beat or scold him......"

But, when I entered the juvenile detention center, did I give him a hard kick...? I suddenly felt guilty.

"Well, let's stop here." He nodded at me, turned around and walked in the completely opposite direction. Before leaving, he only said softly, "Goodbye."

And at this moment, the eye symbol belonging to Hisahito on my wrist suddenly swelled and began to move upwards.

It finally stopped at halfway point.

"Goodbye, Grandpa Yuji." I felt inexplicably sad. I sighed and said, "Good night, Hisahito."