Chapter 80 Chapter 69昏迷与苏醒
“Hey! Hayato! Want to go karaoke after school?”
Ooka sneaked up on Hayama from behind with a smile and pounced, grabbing his shoulder, pushing him off balance.
Hayama Hayato smiled helplessly and reminded him, “We have club activities later.”
“What’s the problem!” Kaburagi put his hand on Hayama’s shoulder from the side, controlling him together with Ooka, who had come in from the other side. “After winning the national championship, wouldn’t it be better to take a break and relax a bit?”
“That’s true, we really should relax after the two of you were preparing for the nationals and we never went out to have fun.” Yamato spread his arms like an ape, shaking his body as he walked towards them.
“Hey, don’t come over here, Yamato!”
The four of them immediately rolled on the ground, holding onto each other. The hard classroom tiles became soft, fragrant grass just before they fell.
Ooka laughed happily, tears flowing from his eyes. He lay spread-eagled on the grass, relaxed while Hayama and the others stood nearby smiling at him.
“Hey.”
“It’s great to become friends with all of you.” Ooka said with a laugh. “Don’t look for me too early okay.”
“What are you thinking? Of course, not.”
“Fool! I’m sure I’ll live much longer than you!”
“You’re the one who shouldn’t cry out from loneliness!”
They teased each other with laughter.
“Good.” A boy with chestnut hair lay on the grass, the breeze carrying seeds of dandelions gently brushing his face. He closed his eyes contentedly, as if sleeping.
…
A white cloth covered Ooka’s face, two people dressed formally carried the body away on a stretcher.
After more than an hour, Kiyotaka Ijichi came from Tokyo’s Jujutsu High School to Chiba.
Standing beside Yukinoshita Yukino, he listened to her about the technique changing the nature of the soul just by touch, and wrote down the information on a writing board.
“The kind of technique that can change the state of a person’s soul by simple touch, from what this person has done, it’s safe to say they are a curse user or cursed spirit,” Ijichi guessed. “At least Special grade, possibly even higher.”
He put away the board and bowed slightly to Snowy Yukinow. “I thank you for your cooperation today, Miss Yukinoshi… as well as Mr. Lin.”
“As for Ooka-kun, the official explanation for his death is sudden death, and your school will shut down for maintenance under the pretext of fixing classrooms. After all…”
Ijichi looked back at the destroyed corridor. “It takes time to repair a place like this.”
“I already checked your friend Miss Yuigahama and found no physical issues. She merely needs to wake up naturally.”
“I understand, thank you, Mr. Ijichi,” Yukinoshita nodded slightly, expressing her gratitude.
“Not at all, it is our duty as the supervisory team, despite your not being part of the High School Jujutsu society,” Ijichi replied. Then, he instinctively glanced around to check if Satoru Gojo was there before continuing, “Besides, working under you is far more comfortable than dealing with Mr. Gojo.”
“Yeah, yeah. Next time say that in front of that white-haired fellow,” Lin Qi laughed.
“Heh.” Ijichi wiped sweat from his face with a handkerchief.
“Do not worry. I protect you; that guy cannot defeat me,” he patted Ijichi with Yukinoshita’s hand.
Lin Qi’s words struck Ijichi like lightning. Many thoughts raced through his mind.
During their first meeting, if the two spent more than ten minutes apart, they likely had some sort of confrontation. Following this, Lin Qi joined forces with Yukinoshi in the school.
Did his recent words mean that Mr. Gojo lost to Lin Qi previously? Even if he didn’t, he certainly had fallen short in comparison.
It was hard for Ijichi to imagine the cocky, self-proclaimed strongest light-hearted man suffering defeat.
Moreover, the jujutsu skills and technique of Lin Qi closely matched those of Ryomen Sukuna as recorded, which Mr. Gojo had confirmed. Combined with the information that Itadori Yuuji, the host of Ryomen Sukuna, brought back after being involved…
Mr. Gojo’s thoughts were beyond the comprehension of someone with his job description; all he needed to do was focus on his own tasks.
Shaking away these complex thoughts, Ijichi bid farewell to the trio. “Well then, I shall leave.”
Once Ijichi left with the staff handling the aftermath and Ooka’s corpse, Hachiman Hikigaya, standing as background, finally spoke, “Who are these guys?”
Holding a business card from Ijichi given to him.
“People from Jujutsu High School. Treat them as related members of the jujutsu world; they are handlers of the aftermath,” Yukinoshita explained.
“Oh.” Hachiman nodded, now understanding who they were.
This had to be why Yukinoshi’s club president got pulled into another fight by Mr. Big Boss Lin Qi, encountering these professionals.
Considering this, he felt somewhat relieved. He had experienced only a few battles before, and those taken straight to fight by Mr. Boss Lin Qi numbered barely two.
Is this the kind treatment Big Boss Lin Qi has for me?
“We should probably head back.”
Yukinoshita arrived at the infirmary and looked at Yuigahama Yui lying in bed, sound asleep.
“Should we bring Yuigahama home? Do you know where she lives?” Hachiman hesitated, asking. “Regarding matters related to the jujutsu world…”
After a moment, Yukinoshita decided, “I’ll take Yuigahama to my house. I’ll also explain everything to her. Given the current situation, there’s no point in hiding things anymore.”
“That is the best course of action. Then I’ll head home. If I’m too late, my younger sister will worry,” Hachiman glanced out the window.
Night fell upon the city, the neon lights glittering like a sea of stars. Highways and elevated bridges crisscrossed, forming the city’s lifelines, turning roads into rivers of light and shadow.
Hachiman rode his bike home, and Yukinoshita, with a sleeping Yuigahama Yui on her back, called a taxi to the apartment she lived in alone, placing Yuigahama temporarily in the spare guest room. She then moved into the kitchen to tie on her apron and start making dinner.
Yuigahama woke up to the aroma of food.
Swaying and dazed, she rose from the bed and realized she was now in a strange room.
Where am I? How did I get here?
Isn’t this the service club?
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Leaving school and becoming a jujutsu sorcerer:
