Jujutsu 101 . 柔術の基本

"I'm going to make her stronger. Stronger than any of you ever thought possible."

(Don't mind the italics font...)

The Gojo estate was eerily quiet as Satoru walked through the large hallways. The usually indifferent clan elders were gathered in a meeting room, waiting for him. The air was thick with tension, and Satoru could already tell how this conversation would go. He entered the room, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with something unreadable. Several high-ranking members of the Gojo clan sat at a long wooden table, their expressions grim.

An elder, sitting at the head, was the first to speak. "We heard about what happened."

Satoru's jaw clenched. "A talisman disappearing, a curse appearing in broad daylight, and yet your sister—despite being a Gojo—was helpless." Another elder sighed, shaking his head. "It's unfortunate, but as we've always known... Naomi has no cursed energy. She's just a normal girl."

"A disgrace," another one muttered. "A Gojo who can't fight. The blood of our clan is wasted on her." Satoru's fingers twitched, his nails digging into his palm. He knew this was coming, but hearing it out loud still pissed him off.

"She lost her best friend," he said, voice calm but dangerously cold. "And that's all you have to say?" A few elders exchanged glances before one of them scoffed. "Emotions don't change the facts, Satoru. She is weak. She has no potential, no power. What could she possibly be, except a liability?" Satoru's lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in his expression. "You all really love to talk big from behind closed doors, huh?"

The room fell silent. "She's my sister," he continued, "and if any of you think you have the right to decide her worth, then you're dumber than I thought."

Another elder frowned. "You're too soft on her. She should've been trained properly, forced to learn. Maybe then, she wouldn't have been so helpless." Satoru took a step forward, his presence alone making some of the elders tense. "Let me make something clear: Naomi is not some tool for this clan to use. She's not a soldier, and she's definitely not your problem."

A pause. Then, a small chuckle escaped him. "But if you still have a problem with her... well, you can take it up with me." The silence that followed was deafening. One elder sighed heavily. "You're being reckless again, Satoru."

He grinned. "And you're being annoying."

The silence in the room was thick, the weight of his words hanging in the air. The elders shifted uncomfortably, their expressions a mix of disapproval and unease. Satoru could feel their judgment pressing down on him, but he didn't care. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he paused at the door. Without looking back, he spoke, his voice steady and firm.

"You're all so quick to dismiss her... but you forget one thing." The elders glanced at each other, waiting for him to continue.

Satoru turned his head slightly, his striking blue eyes glinting with something unreadable. "Naomi can see curses now."

Murmurs broke out among the elders. "What?" "Impossible—" "Are you sure?"

"Tch." Satoru smirked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I saw it myself. It's only a matter of time before she realizes what she's truly capable of." One elder scoffed. "And what does that change? Even if she can see them, she's still powerless. She's still weak."

Satoru's smirk widened, but his voice turned ice-cold. "You think so? Then watch closely." He tilted his head slightly, letting his next words sink in. "I'm going to make her stronger. Stronger than any of you ever thought possible."

The murmuring stopped. Some elders looked skeptical, others wary.

"You can keep sitting here, acting like she doesn't matter," Satoru continued, his voice laced with amusement. "But sooner or later, you'll see. Naomi isn't just my little sister." He took a step forward, his presence alone sending a chill through the room. "She's a Gojo. And I'm going to make sure the whole world knows it."

Without another word, he turned and walked out, leaving the elders in stunned silence.

Naomi sat on the bed, her fingers absently tracing the fabric of the blanket draped over her legs. The reality of everything still felt distant, like a fog she couldn't quite navigate through. She could see curses now—what did that even mean for her? Across from her, Megumi stood with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable as always. Yuji, on the other hand, was sitting on a chair beside her, spinning it back and forth slightly. The awkward silence stretched between them until Yuji finally broke it.

"Sooo... you're Gojo-sensei's little sister, huh?" he asked, tilting his head. "Can't believe he never mentioned you before. He talks about himself all the time."

Naomi blinked at him. "I'm not surprised."

Megumi sighed. "Can we focus?" He turned his gaze to Naomi, his voice softer. "How are you feeling?"

Naomi hesitated. "I don't know." Her eyes dropped to her hands. "Everything feels... off. Different. I don't even know how to explain it." Yuji leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Well, waking up and suddenly seeing creepy monsters everywhere would do that to you."

"That's not helping, Itadori," Megumi deadpanned.

"I was trying to relate!" Yuji defended himself.

Naomi let out a small chuckle despite herself. The lighthearted exchange was a welcome distraction, even if it didn't erase the hollow feeling inside her.

She turned to Megumi. "You saw her, didn't you?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Megumi's posture stiffened. He didn't need to ask who she meant. "Yeah." There was a beat of silence.

"I'm sorry," he finally said, his voice quieter than usual.

Naomi swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. She appreciated it, even if words didn't feel like enough. Yuji glanced between the two, sensing the shift in mood. Deciding to lighten the atmosphere, he clapped his hands together.

"Okay, okay, I feel like we need to shake off this gloom!" He turned to Naomi, a grin on his face. "So! Since you're new to the whole 'seeing curses' thing, do you wanna hear about the time I punched one so hard it exploded?"

Naomi blinked. "What—"

"I mean, technically, Sukuna helped, but I still count it as my win!" Yuji continued enthusiastically.

Megumi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please stop talking."

Naomi sat cross-legged , staring blankly at the two boys in front of her. Yuji had drawn an absolutely ridiculous diagram on a whiteboard, complete with stick figures and random arrows pointing in every direction. Megumi stood beside him, arms crossed, looking like he had already given up on life.

"Alright, Naomi!" Yuji clapped his hands together. "Welcome to Jujutsu 101, taught by the amazing Professor Itadori and his grumpy assistant, Fushiguro!"

Megumi shot him a glare. "I'm not your assistant."

"Assistant, co-teacher, whatever. First lesson—curses are bad!" Yuji dramatically pointed at the whiteboard, where he had drawn a scribbly stick figure labeled "BAD GUY" with fangs and evil red eyes. "They look gross, smell bad, and try to kill you. Any questions?"

Naomi raised a hand. "Why are you teaching me like I'm five?"

"Because you are five—in Jujutsu knowledge!" Yuji grinned.

"That doesn't even make sense."

Megumi sighed. "Okay, let's be serious. The way jujutsu works is—"

"WAIT!" Yuji suddenly interrupted, holding up a hand. "Before we start the technical stuff, we need to check something important!"

Megumi gave him a tired look. "What now?"

Yuji leaned in close to Naomi, eyes narrowed. "What's your anime power-up phrase?"

Naomi blinked. "My... what?"

"Your cool phrase! You know, like—'I am the one who will surpass my limits!' or 'I will protect my friends!' Or—" Yuji suddenly stood up, striking a dramatic pose. "BANKAI!"

Naomi just stared.

Megumi sighed. "Stop. Talking."

Megumi and Yuji had spent the last ten minutes trying to explain what exactly a "curse" was, but so far, all she had learned was that:

Curses exist. They are bad. They sometimes look like mashed-up nightmares.

"Okay," Naomi sighed, rubbing her temples. "Let me get this straight. Curses are made from negative energy—like bad vibes?"

"Not 'bad vibes,'" Megumi corrected. "Negative emotions. Fear, anger, hatred—all that builds up and creates them."

Yuji nodded. "Yeah! It's kinda like when people believe a place is haunted—it actually makes it haunted. Pretty messed up, huh?"

Naomi frowned. "So... ghosts?"

Megumi shook his head. "Not exactly."

"Demons?"

"No."

"Poltergeists?"

Yuji scratched his head. "Uhh... kinda?"

Naomi groaned and slumped back. "Okay, whatever. Not the weirdest thing I've heard today. But let's focus on the real question—" She turned to Megumi. "WHY are you involved in this?"

Megumi avoided her gaze. "It's just something I have to do."

"That's not an answer."

Yuji quickly stepped in, sensing Megumi's reluctance to talk. "Basically, Megumi's super cool and has these shadow dogs that can eat curses."

Naomi blinked. "...Shadow dogs?"

Yuji nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! They come out of nowhere like—" He made a dramatic summoning gesture with his hands. Nothing happened. Naomi stared. "Was something supposed to happen?"

Megumi sighed. "He doesn't have shikigami."

"Aw, man!" Yuji pouted. Naomi shook her head. "So... you fight these things? Like, regularly?"

Megumi nodded. "Yeah."

"And you've never told me?"

"Would you have believed me?" Naomi opened her mouth, then closed it. Fair point.

"Okay, fine," she muttered. "I still don't get everything, but whatever. I'll just pretend this is one of those weird things I don't need to be involved in." Yuji and Megumi exchanged a look.

"What?" Naomi asked.

Yuji rubbed the back of his neck. "Well... you kinda already are involved." Naomi frowned. "What do you mean?" Megumi hesitated before answering, "You saw the curse, Naomi. That means something changed." Naomi stiffened at his words. A chill ran down her spine as she recalled the horrifying moment in the forest—the monstrous creature, the eerie whispers, and Riri...

Her hands clenched into fists.

"I don't care what it means," she muttered. "I just want to forget it." Yuji gave her a sympathetic look. "We get it, but ignoring it won't make it go away." Naomi bit her lip. She knew he was right, but that didn't make it any easier to accept. Megumi sighed, standing up. "Let's drop it for now. It's a lot to take in."

Yuji grinned. "Yeah! And besides, we can't tell you everything yet—Gojo-sensei would kill us."

Naomi tilted her head. "Gojo-sensei?"

Megumi nodded. "Yeah. He's our teacher here at Jujutsu High." Naomi stared at them for a long moment before deadpanning, "Please tell me you are not talking about my idiot brother."

Yuji blinked. "Oh, yeah! You're Gojo's sister!"

"Unfortunately."

Megumi smirked. "He's actually a decent teacher, believe it or not."

"That's even harder to believe." Yuji laughed. "I dunno, I think he's kinda cool! Did you know he—"

"STOP." Naomi held up a hand. "I don't need to hear Gojo fanboying from you too."

Yuji pouted. "Aw, you're no fun." Naomi sighed, shaking her head. Her brain felt overloaded with new, strange information. Curses, sorcerers, her brother being a "great teacher"—it was all too much. But one thing was for sure—her normal life was slipping away, and she had no idea what was coming next.

Naomi was still trying to wrap her head around everything when the door suddenly burst open.

"NAAOOOOMIIIIII~!" A loud, obnoxious voice echoed through the room, and before Naomi could even turn her head, she felt a shiver run down her spine. Oh no. There, standing in the doorway like he was about to give a TED Talk on how to be annoying, was none other than Gojo Satoru—her menace of an older brother.

"Did you miss me?!" Gojo grinned, his arms outstretched like he was expecting a hug.

Naomi narrowed her eyes. "No." Megumi and Yuji, who had been in the middle of explaining something about curses, exchanged amused glances. "Aw, c'mon! That's so cold, Naomi!" Gojo pouted dramatically. "After everything I do for you? No hug? No 'I missed you, big brother'? Where's the love?!"

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Gojo, if you don't get to the point in the next five seconds, I will personally throw you out the window."

"Ooo, so violent! Where did my cute little sister go?!" Gojo gasped, clutching his chest like she had personally stabbed him. Yuji chuckled. "Man, your sibling dynamic is something else."

"It's a nightmare," Naomi deadpanned.

"You love me." Gojo winked.

"I tolerate you," she corrected.

Megumi sighed. "Gojo, why are you here?"

"Oh, I just came to check on my precious baby sister! " Gojo said, plopping himself onto the chair next to Naomi's bed. Naomi tensed slightly. She didn't want to think about last night. The memory of Riri's lifeless body was still fresh in her mind. Gojo noticed but didn't comment on it. Instead, he leaned back, grinning. "Also, you weren't answering my messages. I was worried~."

Naomi scoffed. "You sent me 47 texts, and they were all memes."

"Emotional support memes," Gojo corrected. Naomi shot him a look.

Megumi sighed. "Just get to the point." Gojo hummed, his playful smile never leaving. "Fine, fine. Naomi, I actually need to talk to you about something important."

Naomi blinked at the sudden shift in his tone. "Huh?" Gojo's smile remained, but there was a certain weight behind his words now.

"Meet me later," he said simply. Naomi felt something uneasy settle in her stomach. "...That's ominous."

"It's nothing bad! Well... maybe a little shocking," Gojo smirked, standing up and stretching. "But for now, just rest up, okay?" Naomi didn't know why, but she had a bad feeling about this.

Yuji, completely oblivious, turned to Megumi. "Does he always do this?"

"Unfortunately," Megumi muttered.

And just like that, Gojo walked out, leaving Naomi with more questions than answers.

Supppp guyss hope u r enjoying the story.. well it is just getting started. also don't mind the font-some are in italics and some are in bold i get it..u don't have to worry about it.

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