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Jujutsu Kaisen: Save The Honored One

Warning: JJK manga spoilers A 16-year-old boy, Ken, died due to excessive rage and stress after reading the 236th chapter of the hit manga, Jujutsu Kaisen. "Are you kidding me? Now Gojo and now I'm dead?" Thankfully, he was given the privilege to resurrect and create the ending he desires in a replica world. "I can choose my cursed technique when I go there? Cool, I choose Limitless." "Wait, it's impossible? Then whatever the hell Sukuna has!" "Still impossible? Tell me I can at least get Ten Shadows." "ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHAT CAN I GET?" When he woke up, he was given a cursed technique at random. "I have to stop Sukuna with this? I'm fucked" *** GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU-

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Your Type

"Hoh?"

Kenjaku stopped in his tracks.

"Ehh, Geto, why did you stop?"

A human-looking figure with stitches on his face asked the old sorcerer.

"My cursed spirit has been exorcized."

"Of course, what did you expect? You should have let me kill him and not rely on some random fodder."

"That boy didn't exorcize the cursed spirit. It looks to be the doing of a jujutsu sorcerer, one capable of instantly shredding a semi-grade 2 curse.

But it is a shame. I wanted to let the curse in Fujimoto Cafe grow to its full potential before absorbing it.

Now that it met a sorcerer of that caliber, it will have no chance in a direct confrontation."

A figure with a volcano for a head stared dead in Geto's eyes.

"Are you telling me the human lived?"

"Yes, he looked to be in poor condition but nothing life-threatening."

"HOW ARE YOU KEEPING CALM ABOUT THIS? WHAT IF THAT BOY REPORTS OUR PRESENCE TO THE JUJUTSU SORCERERS?"

"Cool down, Jogo. It's fine, I already sent another curse after him."

"Say, Geto, how many curses did you send after him in total?"

"Two. I first gave him directions to Fujimoto Cafe where a wild curse lived, and sent a semi-grade 2 to finish the job if the boy turned out to be a jujutsu sorcerer and defeated the cafe curse.

However, in case those two fail to finish him, the 3rd curse will.

It's a first-grade spirit capable of stealth and thought influence. It will ensure that he keeps quiet about us."

"I still think you should have killed him then."

"That wouldn't work. Someone strong is in Kyoto as of now."

"?Si taht ohw su gnillet dnim uoy dluow(Would you mind telling us who that is?)"

"Well, she is a special grade sorcerer, the same grade as all of us. She's very strong.

Her name is-"

***

'Aoi Todo'

That was the name that struck Ken the moment he heard that line.

Yet the silhouette was wrong, it didn't match his tall and muscular physique. The voice didn't sound right, too.

'Wait a minute'

Todo had a mentor whom he had inherited the line from.

If this is the same person, then.

"Boy, what's your type." She repeated the question.

"I, uhh"

Ever since he had heard the line from Todo, he pondered the answer to it every now and then.

The conclusion every time was that he was boring.

If Todo beat the shit out of Megumi for wanting a nice personality, he would absolutely go ballistic on him.

So in a way, his mentor, Yuki Tsukumo, asking that question was a blessing.

The memory of the girl who called the police on his grandparents flashed before his eyes.

"Uhh, I like girls… who would go out of their way to help me if I ever need it."

Boring. He could almost hear that word from the end of the world.

He quickly added some random stuff he thought on the spot.

"And preferably with a pretty face and a dominant demeanor but that last part can be adjusted."

"Hmm." 

He couldn't see her face due to the light behind her but he imagined her to be deep in thought.

"You look like you are in trouble."

Yuki took a step and approached him calmly and steadily as if trying to pacify a feral animal.

"Since you like girls who help you, how about I help you?"

He saw his face as she got closer and closer, a confident smile plastered on her face.

She reached with her hands and offered a handshake, to which Ken accepted.

"I'd appreciate it."

"By the way, my type is the tough type."

"Ok."

Maybe it was because of her overwhelming confidence and presence, whatever strength he had in him left.

His knees buckled and he collapsed on a pile of rubble.

"Oww."

What a great first impression.

Another short chapter today.

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