WOUNDED HEART [ ✓ ] | Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 7: Training

"Okay, everyone, I think we've done enough. You wouldn't like to have Fried Satoru as your dinner later, right?" Reimi's eyes widened. The flames she released a while ago already extinguished but her opponent was nowhere to be found.

She looked down and saw a marking on the ground. She rolled her eyes. She turned around to see Satoru who was sitting beside his students already. His blindfold was back, too.

She walked towards the group.

"Are you really a third grade sorcerer?" Nobara questioned as soon as she's near them.

"No third grade can do that," Fushiguro commented.

"Well, it's what my I.D says," Reimi answered. "What's Fried Satoru, by the way? I've never heard of such dish. Is it delicious?"

"You were supposed to be forgetful, not slow." Reimi looked at Satoru with confusion as he tapped her shoulders.

"He's Satoru." Nobara pointed the blindfolded teacher. Reimi's eyes widened.

"What? Are you telling me his name is Gojo Satoru?" The students looked at her weirdly.

"You don't know your teacher's name? That hurts my feelings-"

"No, no. I know your name! Promise, I do know your name but I thought it was... Gojo Jojo." Reimi bit her lower lip after whispering the last words.

She heard them burst into laughter that made her face flushed. She turned around from them and covered her face.

"Gojo Jojo?" Nobara managed to say even if she was rolling on the floor while cracking up already. "Since when did you think that his name is Jojo?"

"Ever since my first day here," she replied.

"Ever since you've arrived?" Nobara wiped the tears on her cheeks. "You've always thought his name's Jojo?"

"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORAAAAAA!" The teacher punched the air continuously.

"Sensei, Gojo Jojo sounds like a villain from a cartoon!" Nobara said. "The monkey! Sensei, maybe you resembled him that's why she remembered it that way."

Once again, Nobara's laughter echoed throughout the field.

"Hey, Nobara, do I really look like a monkey?" Satoru asked to his student.

"I don't know, Sensei, try to ask Anna," Nobara suggested, her small giggles were still can be heard.

"Anna-chan~ I thought the only problem we have is your memory. It's understandable because of your old a-" Reimi glared at him. "Nevermind. Maybe I do look like a monkey. Should I wear a hat and cape next time?"

"Do whatever you like, Gojo Jojo-sensei, just destroy the Powerpuff Girls first before you plan to dominate the world," Reimi babbled.

"What happened here? It looks like a battlefield." The four of them turned to the second years who just arrived. They looked around to see what they were talking about and they were surprised to discover the field's condition.

Everything was a disaster. There was a huge hole in the center of the field. There were broken trees and there are some that were still covered by fire. Reimi and Satoru looked away. They whistled as they tried to walked away quietly.

"Hey, did the two of you do this?" Zenin interrogated them. The two stopped on their tracks.

"No, only Gojo-sensei. He was showing-off some new techniques. Right, Nobara?" Reimi looked at Nobara and sent her a look that Nobara understood immediately.

"Yes, yes." Nobara nodded aggressively.

"Don't you think it's too much? Are you trying to-" Panda tried to look for the teacher but he already vanished "-and he ran away."

Reimi spent her morning and afternoon training with her 'schoolmates'. The battle between her and Satoru was kept between the two of them and the other two who watched. When the night came, she met up with Satoru to see Itadori.

"What am I going to teach him?" Reimi asked.

"Whatever you like, I have explained the basics to him," Satoru replied.

"Can I teach him how to be evil? After all, he's the vessel of my best student back then."

"Can you? I don't mind bringing you to the higher-ups in exchange of Yuji's life."

"Nah, he's too pure. But I think it will be fun. Hey, Yuji." The pink-haired boy turned at her. "Don't you want to be a God?"

"God?"

"Don't you want to be praised by many?"

"Not really."

"Told you, he's too pure. If he became evil, he'll be the good one."

"Are you going to teach me some killer moves? Secret weapon?"

"Hmm... Maybe?" Yuji's eyes sparkled on her answer. "I have to assess you first and maybe I can think of your own deadly move with a cool name."

Yuji stood up to face her. He let his chest out and salute her.

"I'm ready for your order, Ma'am!" he exclaimed.

"Punch me," she commanded.

"W-What?"

"Punch me, anywhere you like with everything you have."

"O-Okay." He gulped and did what she said. His face became red when his fist went to her chest. "It's the G-Great Wall of China!"

"You! No more killer moves for you, kid. Not until you land a hit on this Great Wall."

For hours, Yuji just kept on punching and kicking her but he never managed to successfully land at least one hit.

"You got some strength, kid," Reimi complimented him. "Your strength alone is kind of inhumane. Once you mastered how to control your cursed energy, you're pretty much invincible by then. Let's call it a night."

She excused herself saying she'll go to the kitchen to drink some water.

"You know, I'm so grateful you're not an enemy," Satoru uttered. He was following her. "It will be fascinating to fight you seriously. However, it's too troublesome. I can only see your cursed technique, not the techniques you imitated."

"You got my word. I'll help you on keeping the evil away from this society. Even if you, yourself, is the evil, I don't mind eliminating you with my own hands."

"As a sign of my gratitude, take this." He lend an envelope towards her that she accepted. She grinned upon opening it. She took out the picture and stared at it fondly.

"Thank you," she mouthed. There was a short silence between them. "They already knew I'm here, the Black Foxes. They're watching me."

"I thought so. Then you must finish your business to them as soon as possible before they could even create trouble." Reimi nodded at him.

"Fujiwara-san, Gojo-sensei mentioned that you were over a thousand years old. What's it like to be a sorcerer on your time?" Itadori asked.

"What's it like to be a sorcerer on my time? Well, it varies actually. Would you like to hear mine?" Itadori nodded to her. "Then bear with me. It's kind of long but I'll make it short for you."

"One thousand and three hundred years-" as soon as Reimi opened her mouth, the kid already fell asleep. "HEY, I THOUGHT YOU WANT TO HEAR MY STORY?! HEY, GOJO JO-WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING, TOO? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO BACK IN SCHOOL? I FORGOT THE WAY HOME ALREADY!"

Reimi just shook her head and sat on the floor. She laid her head above the table. She held the photo and clutched it to her chest. A smile was etched to her lips as she fall asleep.