[+]Chapter 89

"So let me make this clear, you mean to say that this is a whole different world and that there are beings that will make sukuna look like a clown and you want me to work for you to establish a jujutsu organization."

"Umu!"

"Don't 'umu' me you retard!" Kento couldn't help as he cursed out, releasing his pent-up frustrations as he glared at the carefree-looking youth in front of him.

To him, Tom looked and felt just like a younger version of Gojo, for some reason, the image of the two overlapped.

Though he did notice some differences, like how he could not help but somehow feel respect for this seemingly messed up kid.

Now kento didn't have respect for many people, so Tom really secured a spot in that sense.

"Huff… this is too much, what if I refuse!" Asked Kento as he folded his arms over his tattered clothes.

His wounds had already healed courtesy of Tom giving him one of his healing potions.

"Hmm, if I am not wrong, you will go back to the last moment you came from, though even if you agree, you will still be able to return to the place you came from, though there are a few differences…"

Then Tom began pointing out all the differences between the two options, for one, if Kento agrees, he can possibly get stronger in this world and then go back to his own world to take care of whoever he was up against.

Or he could just deny Tom's request and go back as it is, atleast his body was already healed so it wasn't all gone.

After asking a few more questions, Kento finally became quiet, Tom felt a little weird sitting in silence.

"Umm, can you hurry it up, I have a few things I need to take care of," Tom smiled awkwardly as he stared back at the glaring Kento.

"Huff, this is a pain,….I agree, brat!" Kento put out his hand, which Tom shook with excitement.

Kento Nanami was a bonafide Jujutsu sorcerer and Tom could learn a ton of things, plus he might end up teaching the newer recruits.

"But I have a few conditions," Kento spoke.

"Ofcourse you do, let it all out," replied Tom as he poured himself some soda.

"One, I will only be working from 7 to 5 no matter what, or else I want extra payment," Kento stopped to look at Tom.

"Nice, I agree, good workers should be paid their worth, next," Tom ushered.

"Two, You will help me deal with my situation, no matter if it's by making me stronger in ways you said you could or any other way," Kento gave his second condition making Tom think hard.

This wasn't simple like paying Kento to work for him, this was very different and rather Dangerous, Although Tom knew that this scroll could be used to reverse summon him to the jujutsu world, he frankly didn't want to die at the hands of those crazy lunatics.

After a moment of silence, Tom finally nodded with a heavy heart, seeing him think hard, Kento couldn't help but feel positive about this young man in front of him.

It showed him that the other party knew the responsibility of his actions and his promise to him.

"Then we have a deal!" The two men finally accepted the deal and the summons scroll was fully activated.

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Tom didn't beat around the bush and let Kento go through all the curse tools, items

, and other things he had.

"Take anything you fancy, I can even give you some powerful things once I get my hands on them," Tom smiled ear to ear as he handed over a scroll to kento which had details of everything Tom owned.

After a few moments, Kento finally chose a few weapons and a few cursed items for himself, he wasn't shy about it either.

Though Tom was not at all bothered by this, The more Kento was prepared, the better it was for him, plus he might even help him fulfill the second condition.

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While Kento and Tom were busy getting themselves equipped to fight the curses, the curses were growing ever so stronger.

A particular curse was even undergoing a sort of evolution, if Nanami were here, he would probably be able to figure out that this was definitely a special-grade curse, one that was very adept in performing jujutsu.

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Fury PoV:

Here I was, minding my own business, keeping an eye on the earth, the recent threat of the curses was breathing down my neck like a venomous snake.

I haven't had a good nights sleep ever since we were given those weapons to deal with the curses.

I can't help but feel tremendous fear and despair when I see those things, perhaps thats why that magician calls them beings made of negative emotions.

"Director!" Suddenly Agent Hill barged through the door followed by a very pale Coulson.

"What's the matter!" I couldn't help but feel something in was probably going out of our control.

I haven't seen her go this frightful in a while.

"A curse!"

"Speak clearly"

"It's a curse, according to what the magician has told us, this one is probably a special grade curse or a grade one curse," Agent Hill handed me a file.

I looked at the file

'Mental Ward Case.'