Your Life As A Tokyo Jujutsu High Background Student

Chapter 28 - Maybe the real jujutsu is the brother(s) we gain along the way

This situation had gone way past your garden-variety wargames competition real quick.

No sooner had you, that ancient mummy Gakuganji, and Utahime crossed the threshold than you were greeted by some shirtless weirdo decked out in a fucking apron of all things.

Apron Pervert leered at your mismatched group, his expression twisting into a mask of disappointment souring his already punchable face. "Where's Gojo Satoru? I was promised that I could make a coat rack out of him!"

Oh, so it seemed your whackjob sensei had amassed yet another fan. Albeit this one carried a particular vibe that set off all kinds of alarm bells.

With Soulstring ready in your hand, you assessed Apron Pervert critically. This one was not the one responsible for that intricate curtain spell. Sure, he seemed skilled. But the kind of cursed energy wafting off him struck you as more of a mid-boss type at best. You were confident you could take this freak down even without the sure-hit effect of Soulstring .

Before you could put that theory to the test, Gakuganji raised a wizened hand, bringing the brewing confrontation to a halt with a curt gesture of authority.

"You two go get the students. I'll deal with him."

Apron Pervert was not pleased with being so rudely dismissed. A guttural growl spilled from his throat as he rounded on the three of you.

"At least let me kill the woman! Or the little brat." His leering gaze settled on you, eyes shamelessly roving up and down as he sized you up with open perversion. "Oh, you have nice skin. You would make a lovely scarf!"

You recoiled with a full-body shudder of disgust, fighting back the urge to puke. "No thanks, I'm good," you manage to grit out through clenched teeth.

But Apron Pervert was determined. With a feral snarl, he launched himself forward in a frenzied rush – only to be brought up short by Gakuganji. Despite his advanced age, he lung with a burst of blinding speed, deftly intercepted the clumsy attack.

In one fluid motion, Gakuganji shed his outer robes, allowing the garments to slough off around his waist. With a dramatic flourish, he produced... an electric guitar? As your mind reeled from the absurdity, Gakuganji settled into a battle stance, his gnarled fingers curling around the instrument's neck with a practiced grip. His technique, it seemed, centered around wrecking people's shit through the sheer destructive power of bass and wailing.

You couldn't decide whether to howl with laughter or submit to tinnitus-induced hearing loss. Either way, one thing was abundantly clear – this situation had already devolved into prime-time freakshow insanity. No one got the memo that this was supposed to be a "friendly" competition between allied schools.

Leaving Gakuganji behind, you and Utahime barreled into the arena. Immediately, an eerie sensation washed over you. The cursed energy permeating the air felt like a viscous fog that both suffocated and soothed in the same breath. You scrunched your nose, grimacing at the contradictory sensations prickling across your flesh.

Noticing your pinched expression, Utahime slowed her steps, her gaze inquisitive. "Can you locate them?"

"Sure, but gimme some time." You rolled your tense shoulders with a scowl. "This area is fucking huge."

Expanding your senses, you latched onto the familiar thrums of cursed energy, like beacons shining through the murk. With a tilt of your head, you jabbed a finger toward the left. "Mai and Nobara are over that way."

Your gaze lifted skyward, scanning the treetops. "I think Nishimiya got Toge. They're heading back to campus already."

Your brow furrowed as you honed in on the largest cluster. "The bunch of them are probably near that river."