CH 6: SO WHAT IF IT ISN'T MY WORLD?

After his weird question, Gojo had been surprisingly silent for a while. 

Momo and even Toshiro had been a little worried. After all, even though it has only been a few hours since they knew him, they could see that he was somewhat shocked. 

Gojo, of course, remarked that he was worrying them. But he was simply too busy thinking to care. 

After asking Momo a few more questions, he was sure that the two of them had without a doubt lived and died in Japan. Though he was surprised to learn that they died during the feudal era. They lived in Japan without a doubt. 

It was one thing for them to not learn about curses when they were alive, since jujutsu sorcerers always did their best to hide things from the normals. But it was weird for Momo to not know about it after entering an academy that formed soldiers. 

Then, he deducted two possibilities. 

One, curses were a high-grade secret that first-year students couldn't know. But the existence of hollows made this impossible. 

Then, the second and most likely was that he was in the afterlife of a parallel dimension. 

When you erase all possibilities even the most impossible become reality. 

Once his thoughts reached this conclusion, he couldn't help but feel à little lost. 

One of the reasons he had decided to become a shinigami because he wanted to see what happened in the living world. But now that this goal was most likely impossible, he didn't know what to do. 

"Gojo-San? Are you alright?" 

Hinamori knew it was a stupid question, but she couldn't help it. 

Giving a reassuring smile, he patted her head, "Do not worry. I am more than alright."

Moping was useless. Reality couldn't change just because he was unwilling to accept or unable to advance. 

What's more, if he landed here, it meant that it wasn't impossible to do the opposite. 

Wasn't it just traveling through dimension? He was Satoru Gojo and there was nothing impossible to him. 

'I still need to first become a shinigami to have more access to information or secrets. I also need to recuperate Limitless.'

"Well, let's go."

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Meanwhile, at the place where Gojo eliminated the hollow, a group of 6 people wearing black kimonos with Kahana sheathed at their side examined the scene. 

One of them, a blond petite girl with grey eyes asked, "Vice-captain Shiba, what is happening?" 

The man named Shiba, a tall man with spiky black hair was frowning as he looked at the scorched earth all around him. 

"From the trace of battle, it's clear that the enemy was a hollow… As for the one who erased him, he should at least be between the third seat and vice-captain level."

Shiba couldn't help but frown. 

For one, a hollow shouldn't have appeared in the first district. But this could be chalked to inattention. 

The problem was the one who erased this hollow. 

Reiatsu was like an identity card or a digital imprint. There were no two completely similar Reiatsu. 

Since he was a vice-captain himself, he knew the Reiatsu of all seated officers from the Gotei 13. Be it, Captains, vice-captains, or lieutenants. 

He briefly considered the Kido corps or the secret force, but it was close to impossible since they didn't leave the Seireitei without a very good reason.

What's more, there should be no one of such level in the Kido or secret forces aside from captain Soi Fon or her vice-captain Marechiyo Omaeda. 

"This is troubling."

Murmuring under his breath, he began to scratch his hair. "Well, let's enter the 1st district. Vice-captain Rangiku should still be stationed there. We will ask her if she detected anything wrong."

"YES!"

All the shinigami present saluted before vanishing from where they stood in a burst of speed. 

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[1st west district] 

The 1st district wasn't particularly different from the previous one, in his eyes, it still looked like a feudal village. 

What really surprised him though was that at the end of the village, on the other shore of the river, one could already see some building of what he supposed was the Seireitei. 

Pointing in the direction, he asked, "Hey, Momo, is that the Seireitei? If so, why does no one here enter?" 

Momo gave a bitter smile, "Even though it looks like this, if anyone tries to intrude, a great barrier would appear. There are four gates, one for each district, and each gate has a gatekeeper."

At the mention of the gatekeeper, her smile became happier, "He is called Jidanbo Ikkanzaka. He is a little brutish, but he is really liked by most people here. Well, you will learn all that when you enter the academy."

Raising her head, she looked at the setting with scrunched brows, "It's becoming late. What should I do?" 

Toshiro, who had stayed silent until now, knew what was worrying her, "Go make your report. I will take care of him. Grandmother won't object since he saved us."

Hinamori hesitated for a short while before turning towards Gojo, "Gojo-San, what do you think?" 

Gojo didn't particularly care, either way, even sleeping under the stars didn't bother him. "I am good."

"Then," Bowing towards him in a full 90° bow, "Thank you for saving our lives."

Raising her body, she waved as she began to run, "Shiro, Gojo-San, I need to make a report, see you later." 

Watching her leave like this, Gojo shook his head while giving a slight smile. He was having a serious headache recently. Even though his new body seemed stronger, keeping the Rokugan active without any blindfold or the like was really draining on his mental faculty. 

"So, Kid, Let's go?" 

Toshiro nodded quietly before walking ahead. He was someone quiet by nature. The only reason he had been so rash at first was because his emotions were still high after nearly facing death. 

Watching the young and small back in front of him, Gojo raised his head before letting out a sigh. 

Soon, he would enter the academy, making him one step closer to his goal.