GBP Chapter 293 Cosplay as Yuji Yuji
Chapter 293 Cosplay as Yuji Yuji
Note: This chapter is a two-in-one chapter
June 2018, at night, on the top floor of the teaching building at Sugisawa Third High School in Miyagi Prefecture.
Fushiguro Megumi's face was covered in blood, but at the moment he had no intention of paying attention to it. Instead, he was fully focused on the difficult situation in front of him.
A nearly two-meter-long hole was blasted in the reinforced concrete wall, and the bridge connecting the two buildings was split in half in the middle. Stone fragments fell down, and the railings were crooked and could no longer provide protection.
The fiercely attacking cursed spirit was defeated by a single punch and fell heavily to the ground, with black and purple residue splattered all over the ground and a foul-smelling black gas emanating.
Standing in front of him was a strong, pink-haired man.
The dark clouds covering the full moon dissipated, revealing his face clearly.
Domineering, arrogant, unscrupulous, and filled with the evil aura of curse.
After tearing off his clothes, he stretched out his arms freely and laughed wildly. The shrill laughter was transmitted to Fushiguro Megumi's ears without reservation: "Hahahahaha..."
Megumi Fushiguro's heart sank to the lowest point.
This person is not Yuji Itadori, but Ryoumen Sukuna, the King of Curses who countless sorcerers challenged and challenged thousands of years ago but failed to defeat him.
He had to support his exhausted body and start thinking about the current countermeasures.
The cell phone was still in my pocket, and it was obviously too late to call the people who could solve the problem.
Shadow also has two special-grade cursed tools for self-defense. With his physical skills, will they be enough to deal with Ryoumen Sukuna?
Damn it, if I had known earlier when choosing classes, I wouldn’t have skipped two physical training classes every week just because they were too troublesome.
These thoughts only flashed through Fushiguro Megumi's mind for a very short time. He let out a slight breath, and assumed the starting posture of ten kinds of shadow magic, preparing to take out Youyun first and fight a desperate battle with the opponent.
At this moment... Gojo Satoru appeared behind him without anyone noticing, and asked in his usual frivolous tone: "Hey, what's going on now?"
"Teacher Gojo!"
When he saw the familiar person, Fushiguro Megumi's tense body relaxed slightly in an instant. He found himself subconsciously letting go of his hands that were forming seals, and his mood was no longer as heavy as before.
However, I originally thought that this person who came to help would first think of the whereabouts of Sukuna's finger, but who would have thought that after he took out his mobile phone, he actually took a lot of photos of Fushiguro Megumi's embarrassed appearance.
Not only did he make strange laughing sounds, but his body was also swaying in a very random manner.
“Hehehehehe… Yoshi, I’ve already taken the picture.” Gojo Satoru said, “It’s a limited edition battle-damaged photo of Fushiguro Megumi. I’ll show it to the second years when the time comes. Hehehehe… Oh, and that guy, maybe he’ll even pay to buy it from me.”
"Hey, Gojo-sensei." Fushiguro Megumi frowned deeply, "You shouldn't be that boring. And, this is not the point!"
"Oh, yes, yes... Ryoumen Sukuna's finger." After pressing the send button, Gojo Satoru put away his phone contentedly, and asked as if he had just woken up from a dream, "So you got it?"
"Uh, that." Itadori Yuji, who had been listening to the conversation quietly on the side, finally raised his hand and said very sincerely, "I ate it."
Gojo Satoru: “Eh? Is this true?”
"real."
Just as Fushiguro Megumi was about to explain what happened, Gojo Satoru threw the Kikusui'an bag hanging from his elbow into his arms: "Megumi, take this boy to hide in the back first. It seems that there is a guest over there."
The two looked in the direction Gojo Satoru was looking.
A girl, with her head half lowered, slowly walked out from the destroyed wall.
She was about twenty years old, about 1.7 meters tall, with long pink hair blown by the wind, revealing a pair of dark brown eyes.
He was wearing the uniform of Jujutsu High School, but the collar was red, which was very conspicuous.
The most important thing is that she looks exactly like Yuji Itadori.
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As the title says, I cosplayed as the gender-changed Yuji Itadori.
I was clearly at the amateur finals of the cosplay competition just a second ago.
There was a lot of noise around me, and countless cosplayers were walking around me, discussing the makeup and costumes that suited their characters.
The next second, without even any special effects of transition, it arrived here silently.
My view was blocked by a wall. I glanced to the side and saw towering mountains and forests, dark clouds and slight vibration sounds coming from under my feet outside the tall building.
It seems.....it's on the rooftop of a building.
There are remnants of the fight between cursed spirits and sorcerers. Judging from the degree of damage to the building and the cracks underfoot, the intensity of the battle was at least level two or above.
"Yuji Itadori...I will purify you here..."
"Eh?"
A familiar voice came from not far away.
The lines are not unfamiliar, probably from someone I know...but who exactly?
Damn, my head hurts.
The complicated and overwhelming memories rushed towards me like an unstoppable avalanche on the top of a mountain. Compared to last time, the amount of information has almost doubled.
The pain was so severe that I felt cold all over, my eyes were bloodshot, and I could hardly speak.
Stop... Stop, stop, stop, stop now! It hurts!
Who is speaking...why can't I tell...which memory it is?
Natsuyu Kiyoshi, Fushiguro Shinji, Gojo Kiri...Ahhhhhhhhh...it hurts, stop now! ! ! !
The back of his head hit the stone heavily, and his light pink hair was dyed red by the bright red blood, which flowed over the sharp and uneven edges, winding like a stream.
The world before my eyes blurred into blocks of color of varying sizes, the sky and the earth were turned upside down, the distorted space kept spinning, the deafening tinnitus swirled around in my head, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on my forehead.
If I stay here any longer, I will definitely be discovered.
I bit my lip, struggled to stand up, and staggered toward the wall, toward the stairs connecting the rooftop and the downstairs.
But after a few minutes, he sat down weakly against the wall again.
What on earth happened...why do I feel like I have lost many fragments of my memory?
In the world of Gojo Kiri...what happened?
My last memory is of that day when I was having the cold war with Gojo Satoru in his apartment.
I remember...after the quarrel, I hid in the bathroom and typed long paragraphs into the mobile phone I brought from the three-dimensional world.
Don’t forget—don’t come to Comic-Con.
Yes, I clearly said that, and I attached evidence that I am Suzuki Yuri... Where is the evidence?
My head was dizzy, and I took out my cell phone tremblingly and opened the memo.
Don't forget - you must come to the comic convention. There is only this short sentence, and no more information.
One word difference.
How could this happen....I clearly didn't write it like this...
What I want is to completely forget everything here after I leave, so that they can all continue to live well in the cursed world without having to experience the pain over and over again.
How could this happen... Who deleted the following content? Who changed that sentence?
Many people in this world are already dead.
Tenriko is dead, Haibara Yuu is dead, Fushiguro Jyou is dead, Geto Suguru is dead, Tsumiki is cursed again, why did you ask me to come here… why did you ask me to come here? ! ! ! !
Is my existence just to make them die over and over again?!
Jay died again...
I hugged my arms and leaned against the wall, shivering all over. I tried hard to suppress the urge to scream and go crazy, but tears were already flowing out of my eyes, soaking my clothes.
Is it fun for you to reenact this tragedy?! Do you just want to see me go crazy?
Or do you just want me to die? You will only be satisfied if I die, huh?!
Fuck you, fuck you!
I grabbed my phone and threw it against the wall.
With a heavy "bang", the glass screen shattered into four or five pieces, the battery flew out, and the plastic shell was scratched.
This phone is totally broken.
"Miss over there, you seem to have been there for a long time. Isn't it time to show up?"
It was Gojo Satoru. He found my hiding place.
No, I looked up and laughed sarcastically.
He probably discovered that I was here early in the morning.
I got up, lowered my head, and slowly walked out holding on to the wall and stood in front of them.
Megumi Fushiguro stood next to Yuji Itadori, and both of them looked at me with confusion and you wouldn't be able to understand.
I glanced at a few people lightly, but suddenly stopped in front of the glass window beside me.
I saw my body.
Long pink hair, fair skin covered with black lines, two slit eyes near the cheeks, the eyeballs rolling slightly as if staring at me.
This is not Yuji Itadori, this is...Ryoumen Sukuna who is parasitic on him.
Could it be that because I drew two lines on my cheeks, my physical body also came through?
This is so weird.
I stretched out my hand expressionlessly, smashed the entire piece of glass, and then stood there without any more movement.
"I said, you........"
It’s Gojo Satoru.
It's Gojo Satoru who can move, talk, run around the world and cause trouble... It's the living Gojo Satoru.
He was about five meters away from me, and he was wearing a blindfold, so I couldn't see his expression clearly.
But judging from his movements and posture, he seems to be getting a little serious, and not as relaxed as he was when facing Yuji and Fushiguro just now.
So.....how many fingers do I have now?
"Excuse me, are you the young man just now........"
"Kill me." I didn't care what he was asking. I stared into Gojo Satoru's eyes and whispered softly, "Kill me, Gojo Satoru."
There was hardly any joy of reunion after a long separation.
My pupils dilated slightly, blood flowed rapidly throughout my body through my blood vessels, and emotions born of pain, anger, disappointment, boredom, annoyance and bitterness rolled in my chest, burning my soul like flames.
Very tired, really tired. Every time I have to face strange eyes, every time I get the same result, I am forced to delete the reminder and repeat the process.
So, Gojo Satoru, please kill me and give me freedom.
If it's you, I think I can accept it.
"Huh?" His eyebrows slightly raised, revealing a surprised expression, as if he felt that this development was extremely unexpected. "Wait a minute, why should I kill you?"
Using Ryomen Sukuna's technique was not more difficult than Gojo Satoru's. I twisted my neck and retreated without saying a word, with dark-blue cursed energy surging from my body.
"Kill me!" I rushed straight towards him. "If you don't kill me, I will kill you, your students, and everyone you care about."
"Wow, you have a bit of a bad temper." Gojo Satoru asked as he parried my attack, "You know my name and that I'm a teacher. Do we know each other?"
After missing the first blow, he grabbed my arm and said, "How about calming down for a bit?"
"I told you to kill me!" I struggled to get away but failed. I asked angrily and loudly, my tone was sharp and piercing, "Don't you understand what I'm saying?!"
A "release" shot out instantly from the fingertips, carrying with it a fierce gust of wind and force, and shot towards him.
The slash went straight through Wu Bottom and approached Gojo Satoru without any hindrance. He tilted his head slightly, his eye mask fell to the ground, his snow-white hair flew up, and the remaining sharp blade scratched his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.
I paused, he let go of my hand and gently touched the bloodstain.
“Wow,” he said. “That’s incredible.”
No lower limit has failed...How can no lower limit fail?
I never thought of killing him.
I put my hands down in a daze and took a step back.
"I say..." Gojo Satoru seemed to be about to say something, but was interrupted by another voice.
"Satoru."
I was shocked all over and felt so numb that I couldn't make any movement.
I watched the person jump off the four-winged pelican and walk towards me from behind.
Wearing the same teacher's uniform as the one at Jujutsu High School, with a bun on his head, fox eyes, and only a wisp of bangs showing on his forehead, it's Geto Suguru... and he's still alive.
"Oh, it's really strange that he actually got himself injured." Xia Yujie took out his cell phone and said with a bit of gloating, "If Gaozi saw it, she would definitely laugh to death."
"Tsk." Gojo Satoru waved his hand nonchalantly, "Jie, why are you here too?"
"Isn't Kei here to retrieve Sukuna's finger? I thought you might not have time to come over, so I was planning to come over after the mission was completed."
I listened to their conversation in silence, as if I was thinking seriously, or as if I was in a daze or absent-minded. In fact, I didn’t know what was in my mind.
"So what's going on here..."
Xia Youjie said, turned his head and looked at me, but he didn't finish his words. He paused and asked, "This lady..."
"do not come!"
I retreated four or five meters in an instant, ran to the edge of the floor, stood still, and repeated again: "Don't come over!"
Logically, I should be happy that Jay is still alive...but I'm not at all.
It's just another loss.
I took a deep breath, walked up to the railing, and looked at the dark ground below.
"Hey, I mean, you're not planning to..." Gojo Satoru asked.
"None of your business." I interrupted him.
I looked up at the moon and saw its bright light shining on the rooftop. It was a beautiful night scene.
"......Goodbye." I said softly.