Lost Paradise | BOOK 1

033 | 𝚄𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍

The ones that possess immense presence, are the ones hiding...

The ones already consumed by cursed spirits...

They're all resonating!

A finger bearer curse. Meaning it has consumed at least one of Sukuna's fingers.

When Itadori consumed the first finger that rendered him as the King's vessel in June, it released its cursed energy.

The only difference to the curse that three of the first years fought at the Detention center...

Fushiguro blocked the blow the Finger bearer sent at him with his sword, unfortunately breaking the blade in half.

.... This one was stronger.

The cursed spirit was fast.

Fushiguro was unable to the comprehend what was currently happening until he felt a fist make contact with his face.

The ravenette rolled onto the wooden floor of the training room.

"I win, again." Said Satoru, standing before him.

Megumi scoffs, slowly sitting up, as the white haired sorcerer expressed his surprise when the first year asked to train him.

"Are you feeling pressure about Yuuji's growth?" Asked Gojo "or Yu-chan's fulfilment?"

"Well," started the raven haired male, shrugging. "Beggars can't be choosers."

"You're restraining yourself Megumi," Yukiko spoke up as the male went back to his seat as the baseball game continues.

"What do you mean?" He asked, craning his neck to look at her.

He half expected her attention to be on him, but she was staring straight as the game proceeds.

"You're strong." The brunette compliments, nudging him with her elbow. "But that sacrifice bunt..." She pursed her lips as if contemplating which words to choose.

"Baseball, volleyball, basketball..." Yukiko counts.

"What do they have in common?" Turning her attention from the game, her calculating blue eyes stared directly at his— as if unravelling him.

"They're all team sports?" He grumbled, averting his gaze.

Yukiko hummed in acknowledgement. "On the other hand, being a jujutsu sorcerer is an individual activity."

Fushiguro opened his mouth to retort but the female continues with a dry chuckle.

"Sure collaborating with other sorcerers are important too," Yukiko took a deep breath sparing a glance at Osamu and Chuuya who were pulled aside by Satoru, the brunet and white haired men giggling like schoolgirls whilst the ginger haired man looked like he wanted to murder them.

"but at the end of the day, when you die..."

" You die alone " Satoru pointed out, flicking his forehead.

"You're underestimating yourself and others." His white haired teacher scolded.

"You're restraining yourself from spreading your wings." His brown haired classmate added.

"Winning by dying and winning even if you die are two completely different things Megumi." Said Gojo once again flicking his forehead.

"It's okay..." Yukiko whispered looking down at the turquoise pendant on her hand— he noticed she kept her bolo tie in her pocket rather than wear it that day. "... To be selfish sometimes."