Scarlet Eyes (Gojo Satoru x OC)

❃ XXVII. pushing forward

"So Itadori-kun, how deep is your understanding of the Jujutsu world after two weeks?" Kumori was standing in front of Itadori with a new set of clothes in the basements of one of their houses. 

"Geh?" 😃<----Itadori. 

Kumori sighed. "Did you teach them anything in the last two weeks?" She turned to Gojo who was smiling. 

"Let's look at those juice cans instead," Gojo waved over two to colorful cans. He raised a hand, a shot a wave of pure cursed energy into the one on the right. The left he twisted it. Then he went about explaining it to Itadori, something he probably should've done two weeks ago.

"Satoru's technique is harder to visualize unless you're looking at red or blue," Then Kumori waved her hand in the air, allowing her shadow to materialize in the palm of her hand. "This looks like raw cursed energy, but it's actually raw shadow manipulated from cursed technique."

"So what's my cursed technique?" Itadori had a hand underneath his chin, very interested in learning to become stronger. 

"You don't have one," Kumori said plainly, and the boy literally deflated into a white blob on the floor, obviously disappointed. "You get your cursed technique imbued into your soul at the moment of birth."

This seemed to be even worse, as Itadori continued to flop even more. "But I wanted to do a rasengan or something."

So the kid watches anime. Kumori smirked. He's nowhere near weak however, he just needed utilize his talents right now before going into anything like cursed technique. And she didn't think he really needed to used cursed technique to do real damage. "Well moping won't do you any good. Get up. We're gonna train you on cursed energy output and fighting style," Kumori beckoned the boy to get up.

This snapped the boy out of his....whatever the fuck that was. He sat up and stared at them. "But I already know how to do that. I used this weird blue and black glow on that special grade," He said. 

"But can you do it on command?" Gojo asked. He raised a hand and pointed the other one to it. "Try hitting me now using raw cursed energy."

Itadori reeled his fist back, and launched it as his teacher's palm, expecting for their to be some sort of giant blast, only for nothing to come up. Gojo smiled at the boy while Itadori blinked at him in surprise. 

"Negative emotions triggers our cursed energy output. Non-shamans have that ability when they feel intense emotions, but that negative tends to leak out and become cursed spirit instead of a pliable weapon," Kumori explained. "You were probably feeling fear and rage right? That time you were fighting that special grade?"

"Ohhh, no wonder Fushiguro's always looks pissed..." Itadori observed

❃❃❃ Meanwhile on the field training ❃❃❃

An irk mark formed on Megumi's temple. "I'm irritated all of a sudden," Megumi grunted. 

"Huh?" Maki gritted her teeth. 

"No you senpai," Megumi sighed, rubbing his head. 

❃❃❃ Back in the Basement❃❃❃

"Not quite. Shamans are taught to utilize just a spark of emotions," Gojo said. "So we're gonna put you through the most gruelling of the training."

Itadori had his face set and ready for Gojo to pull out a torture weapon or something, but instead he pulled out a dozen CDs. "Movies." 

Itadori only blinked at him. "Huh?"

"And this thing," Kumori waved a sleeping cursed doll in her hand, with punching gloves. She handed the boy the cursed doll, and he inspected it.