CastAway

Chapter 4

"This is really deep in the mountains!" Itadori exclaimed as we walked up the long driveway leading to the school.

"Even Tokyo is like this in the outskirts." Gojo clarified.

I was starting to feel a strange sensation like someone running a finger along my skin, only it was inside my head. It reminded me of when someone tried to get inside my head, but there's usually more force behind it. As far as I knew, no one in this world had telepathic capabilities. Except . . . could it be Sukuna? He's technically communicating to Itadori through telepathy, can he contact anyone that way? It's a difficult ability for humans to learn, but I mastered it easily once I knew I was capable of it.

"Where's Fushiguro?" Itadori was starting to remind me of Gojo. They were always asking questions and would not shut up.

"He's been treated by a sorcerer, and now he's fast asleep. Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School. It's one of only two jujutsu educational facilities. On the surface, it's known as a private religious school. Many jujutsu sorcerers continue to use it as a base after graduation, so it's a pillar of the jujutsu community, not just in education, but for support and mediation in missions. Anyway, you're about to have an interview with the principal." We were standing in a courtyard surrounded by gorgeous buildings when Gojo finished explaining everything to us.

"The principal?" Itadori sounded scared. Poor thing.

"Screw it up and he could reject your admission, so go all-out." Gojo was just as casual and flippant as normal.

"Huh?! And what then? Immediate execution?!" Itadori exclaimed.

"What? So you're not the boss? Any hierarchy other than strength is worthless." Sukuna criticized the self proclaimed strongest sorcerer alive.

"Sorry, sensei. He pops out sometimes." Itadori apologized after smacking his cheek while I felt someone brushing against my mental barriers again, this time with more pressure.

"What an amusing body you have now." Gojo stopped walking and turned to look at Itadori, holding his chin as he thought about the implications of Itadori being Sukuna's vessel.

"I owe you a favor, you know. Once I make this brat's body my own, you'll be the first one I kill!" Sukuna's mouth popped up on the back of Itadori's hand, prompting the boy to cover it.

"It's an honor to be targeted by Sukuna." Gojo sounded amused about the idea of Sukuna trying to kill him.

"This guy's really that famous?" Itadori asked in bewilderment.

"Ryoumen Sukuna is a fierce imaginary god with four arms and two faces." When Gojo called Sukuna an imaginary god, I scoffed given we both knew gods were real. He glanced at me then continued walking into the school as he finished talking. "But he's actually a human that really existed, though that was over a thousand years ago. In the golden age of jujutsu, sorcerers gathered up all their might to challenge him and failed. Crowned with the title of Sukuna, we couldn't even destroy his grave wax as he traversed the ages after death as a cursed object. Without a doubt, he is the king of curses."

"Who's stronger, you or him?" Itadori's question was directed at Gojo.

"Well . . . if Sukuna regained all of his power, it might be a little draining." Gojo must either be the strongest sorcerer alive like he claims to be, or hubris is clouding his judgement.

"Would you lose?" Itadori was so ignorant I wondered how he made it this far in his life.

"I'd win." Gojo responded with the same causal confidence he usually exudes.