Your Life As A Tokyo Jujutsu High Background Student

Chapter 6 - Ijichi, Shoko, and you make a good team.

Shoko clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"I hate it when people try to murder me. It really kills my vibe."

Jaw clenched tight, Ijichi weighed the gas pedal down. "No one's getting murdered today," he stated through gritted teeth. "I'll lose them."

You gripped Soulstring tighter. Ijichi was right. No one was going to get hurt, not on your watch.

The sharp spike of cursed energy signaled your pursuers closing in. Heart pounding wildly, you watched their black vehicle gaining rapidly in the side mirror. Ijichi's foot pressed the pedal even closer to the floor, tires squealing as the speedometer's needle climbed into road rage levels. Still, they kept perfect pace.

"How many are there?" Ijichi forced out, tendons straining in his neck from the tension.

The winding mountain roads barely left room to outmaneuver the other car. One wrong move could send you crashing over guardrails to your deaths. It'd be pretty embarrassing, kicking the bucket in a car accident when you should have died fighting curses. Gojo would hold a seance just to shit talk you. You pushed away your ridiculous intrusive thoughts.

"Two in that car on our tail. Probably four more not far behind." You replied, your voice taut.

"S-so that's six to three. We're outnumbered." Ijichi blanched.

You held back a biting retort at Ijichi's piss-poor analysis. The odds were far worse than six against three in reality. Shoko was no fighter. And Ijichi looked ready to faint dead away at just the thought of fighting.

So essentially, it would be six skilled sorcerers against one long-range fighter - you. If those bastards managed to flank you, things would get ugly real quick. In close quarters, if it's just you alone, maybe you could pull some tricks to get away. But with Shoko and Ijichi... You analyzed the situation with growing dread. The odds were shit for even one of you to get out of this alive. You absolutely couldn't afford to let them box you in.

"Can't this thing go any faster, Ijichi-san?" You urged tightly, glancing back at the rapidly gaining enemies. Their cursed energies batted at your senses - they would be within attack range soon.

"I'm trying!" Ijichi wailed hysterically. His hands shook so badly the whole car jittered. "Ieiri-san, please call for backup!"

"Ah, right." In the back seat, Shoko casually pulled out her phone, utterly unbothered by being ambushed in the middle of nowhere.

Principal Yaga picked up right away.

"Yes, sensei, we're on our way back... mm-hm... Mizuki-san sends her regards..."

Ijichi made a strangled noise like a dying animal.

"BACKUP, you have to ask for BACKUP NOW!" He half-wailed, half-demanded. "We have six curse users on our tail!!"

Shoko sighed, rubbing her temple. It seemed she found Ijichi's voice the only irritation.

As if on cue, a massive fireball exploded past Ijichi's window in a spray of glass shards. He released a shriek that could shatter eardrums, hastily throwing up a shield just in time.

"A fucking fireball?" You clenched your bow in frustration as you cast your own shield of cursed energy. Some random street thug could conjure flames while you didn't even have a boring innate technique? Life's so unfair.

"By the way, sensei, we're under attack." Shoko lounged back in her seat, phone cradled lazily against her ear. "Do send some assistance at your leisure."