Reincarnated as an Uchiha, Do I Have to Fight Sukuna Too? [4]

Half an hour later, Ikebukuro.

The street’s neon lights shattered into multicolored fragments across the puddled ground, while fine rain wove a translucent net through the air.

Someone like Gojo Satoru stood out in a crowd like a high-powered lightbulb, even while holding a completely ordinary black umbrella.

With the easy familiarity of someone who had known him forever, he slung an arm around Uchiha Ayato’s shoulders, leaning most of his weight onto him. The umbrella tilted crookedly over both their heads.

“Oh, don’t make that face, Ayato-kun~”

“Since you agreed to come to Jujutsu High, your teacher won’t treat you badly.”

Gojo’s voice bounced through the rain, so light and cheerful it made people want to punch him in the face.

“The hamburg steak set at the family restaurant up ahead is absolutely amazing. The sauce is so rich it makes your soul tremble!”

“Order whatever you want later. Teacher’s paying. Even if you order the whole menu, it’s no problem!”

Uchiha Ayato’s eyelids drooped. His usually captivating black eyes had become lifeless dead-fish eyes.

Uchiha Ayato: Okay, folks, I’ve been forced into this.

Still, the system prompt in his vision did patch up his forcibly conscripted heart a little.

[CAREER MISSION: ACCEPT HATAKE KAKASHI’S INVITATION AND JOIN TEAM 7.]

[STATUS: COMPLETE]

[REWARD: THREE TOMOE SHARINGAN]

Fine. For the sake of these eyes, this deal was barely not a loss.

“Sensei, did your sense of personal space get burned away when you awakened your Cursed Technique?”

Ayato grumbled and tried to slip out from under that arm.

What he got in return was Gojo pressing down on him even more enthusiastically.

“I don’t need something like that. My love is boundless, after all.”

The traffic light at the intersection ahead happened to turn green, the countdown numbers flashing through the rain.

“Hmm?”

Gojo, who had been talking nonstop, suddenly let out a puzzled sound.

Hearing it, Uchiha Ayato refocused as well and followed the other man’s gaze through the curtain of rain.

On the crosswalk, a blue-haired girl wearing an off-white top and a gray plaid skirt was staggering toward their side, crying loudly as she walked as if no one else were around.

She had no umbrella. She let the cold rain soak the twin-tails that had originally been arranged with meticulous care, leaving them clinging wetly to her cheeks and neck. The streetlights stretched her stumbling shadow into something rather slender.

Togawa Sakiko.

And the Togawa Sakiko who had just personally strangled CRYCHIC to death.

Uchiha Ayato recognized her with a single glance.

Sakiko crying in the rain here was practically a classic CG by itself.

At that moment, the system triggered again.

[SOCIAL MISSION: EARN THE FRIENDSHIP OF UCHIHA SASUKE.]

[REWARD: AMATERASU]

Uchiha Ayato: “???”

666. What the fuck, is this right?

If you’re Sasuke, then who am I?

Sasuke, that lucky bastard.

Still, earning her friendship, huh…

If this were the earlier Sakiko, that mission would be easy.

But the current Togawa Sakiko had already killed her weak self with her own hands. This would have to be considered carefully.

Better not worry about Sakiko-sensei for now.

Sigh. If only I knew Reanimation Jutsu. Then I could just revive the SakiMutsu ship directly. Why would I need to think so much?

“Are tragic little scenes like this popular among middle school girls these days?”

Gojo turned his head with great interest, watching the petite figure gradually dissolve into the depths of the rainy night.

“She’s crying so hard, and she doesn’t even have an umbrella.”

Uchiha Ayato looked away, slid both hands back into his pants pockets, and said flatly, “Who knows? Middle school girls these days are all pretty unhinged.”

“Maybe she thinks getting rained on will help her clear her head a little.”

Back in his previous life, one of Uchiha Ayato’s greatest regrets had been camping out every Thursday at 10 p.m. to watch Ave Mujica.

Shiichi Hiroichi—I’ll probably never forgive you as long as I live.

“Oh?”

Gojo was Gojo, after all. Even though Ayato’s tone was calm enough, he still picked out the faint trace of resentment inside it.

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze beneath the blindfold falling back onto Uchiha Ayato’s face.

“From that tone of yours, you know her?”

“Or is she a backup target in that marrying-in plan of yours?”

“Huh? Backup target?”

Uchiha Ayato let out a snort of laughter. His gaze paused briefly on that staggering blue figure before quickly moving away.

“You’re overthinking it, Sensei.”

“A kid who cries like the sky is falling would be way too heavy as a backup.”

“Besides, who knows? Maybe her family just went bankrupt.”

“I only happened to see her band’s live once at CiRCLE.”

Ayato stopped and turned slightly. With a faint tilt of his chin, his gaze passed over Gojo’s shoulder and landed behind the crosswalk.

There, at the entrance to the practice room, a green-haired girl in a Tsukinomori Girls’ Academy uniform, as delicate as a doll, stood stiffly in the rain.

She was clutching an umbrella tightly to her chest, her knuckles turning a sickly bluish white from the force of her grip.

Rainwater ran down her pale green hair and into the hollow of her neck, yet she seemed not to feel the cold at all. Only in those golden eyes was Togawa Sakiko’s resolute departure reflected in miniature.

“Compared to her, the girl behind her is a little more interesting.”

Uchiha Ayato narrowed his eyes. A scarlet gleam flashed through his pupils and vanished.

“She’s clearly holding an umbrella, but all she can do is stand there and watch her companion get soaked.”

“That kind of self-loathing and helplessness, knowing you can’t change anything, should stand out pretty clearly to your eyes, right?”

Gojo turned his head in the direction of Ayato’s gaze, and the frivolous smile on his face faded slightly.

He pulled down one corner of his blindfold, revealing that touch of azure once more. His gaze crossed the rain and empty space, sweeping over the girl with precision.

“Oh…”

Gojo let out a long sigh.

“What an enormous amount of negative emotion. It’s practically like she’s hiding mountains of corpses and seas of blood inside her body.”

“And that sense of self-restraint, locking all her pain and obsession deep inside herself…”

“That girl would be a very rare ‘unpolished gem’ with the potential to become an incredibly powerful sorcerer, even among those old-fashioned families in jujutsu society~”

“Not bad, Ayato-kun. Your nose is sharper than I imagined.”

Gojo looked at Wakaba Mutsumi, who stood unmoving as though rooted to the spot, and the corner of his mouth split into a nasty curve.

“Should we pick her up while we’re at it? You should be pretty good at guiding this kind of lost little puppet.”

“Spare her.”

Uchiha Ayato sighed.

“Ignorance is a kind of happiness.”

“It’s fine for her to sink into that girls’ make-believe drama full of smiles, tears, love, and tangled resentment. There’s no need for her to step into the real world.”

“One person in hell is enough.”

After saying that, Uchiha Ayato walked ahead on his own.

Gojo stared at Wakaba Mutsumi for a few seconds, then looked at Ayato, who was already heading toward the family restaurant, and let out a string of light laughter.

“Hey, Ayato-kun, wait for me!”

“When you order, remember to get the special strawberry parfait, okay? Three servings. One wouldn’t even be enough to get stuck in my teeth!”

T/N: ehuehuhe gojo

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