GLASS BEAD [JUJUTSU KAISEN X OC]

EP 38 - Excursion

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EP 38

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"You know," he added; "as much as I want to praise Yuri for being quite ruthless with cursed spirits and curse users." Swiping through her yellow-case phone, filled with images of her friends as recent as 2016, was the teacher she injured. Gojo Satoru.

"She's grown quite soft hasn't she?"

"Don't you know that yourself?"

"I'm asking you because you can pick up on it directly," he glanced towards the student he had transferred.

Indeed she could. Her innate cursed technique increased her so called 'emotional intelligence' even further, readjusting the grip on her dull blade. She bit her inner cheek. 'What kind of hallucinations are making you more than just 'yellow'? And why am I not affected?' Confusion and red presented themselves in her thoughts as she saw the 1st year being held like a damsel in distress by the googly-eyed furby looking cursed spirit. They were going to fly away too.

In the meantime, Yuri was trying to hide her flushed cheeks and maintain composure. She'd be damned if she wasn't still: what she saw was the lie. Any instant-kill move she had could be directed at the others if she didn't discern their cursed energy properly.

"There's no way, Yuta's infront of me," she scoffed. Also a lie.

The sudden change in cursed energy instantaneously made Natsume click her tongue. "Aoi! Swap me!" Swinging her machete with rage flashing in her eyes as another timed clap pervaded through the area. This cursed womb can only affect one person at a time by touching them. Unable to register her presence, the cursed spirit with googly eyes dissipated from the violent cursed energy that ensued with her blade.

Landing on the ground without any scuffs, she walked over towards the 1st year who only applauded her. "Nice save, Tami!"

"Thanks."

Onto the next problem: The car. More specifically, the seating arrangement. As you may have realised about... more than a dozen chapters ago, a typical company car from the Jujutsu Colleges was in fact a 5 seater. And on sight, there were currently... 7 people. Which honestly wouldn't have been a problem if Natsume just dealt with the situation herself.

But due to the unfavourable circumstances (the manager being in Kyoto, having to travel to Kyoto from Tokyo using the Hikari Shinkansen) she had promptly invited our hopefully lovable brunette to keep her focused who also brought Okkotsu Yuta along. He was patiently in the backseat of the car, wondering when the curtain would be dispelled while lightly reinforcing his energy from crashing under the stress and pressure of two soundly sleeping 2nd years leaning onto his left shoulder. "Nana-san, are you going to call for another car?" he asked in curiosity.

"No. There's nobody to drive them," she deadpanned. "If we did, you wouldn't be asking." Hence the current scenario in which the more conscious and experienced students were discussing outside with no more inkblot curtains placed in sight.

YURI: So...

YURI: What are we gonna do?

Nana had jokingly stated to get in the trunk or boot of the car. Or "let Nishimiya and Kamo sit on one of your laps 'cuz they're injured." After a few minutes of shuffling around, they found a compromise.

Nana as the designated driver of the group; Todo at the front passenger seat or what some called the cockpit (honestly never understood it); Natsume secured Nishimiya on her lap directly behind Todo Aoi or the left backseat; Kamo was in the middle, nobody had the energy to move him or get rid of the mess he made, also known as the worst spot; and finally, Ma Yuri was sitting on Okkotsu Yuta like it was nothing.