Jujutsu Kaisen: I Can Travel Back in Time-Chapter 31 - 25 When a Shinigami Walks into a Sorcerer’s City

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Tokyo was loud. Not just in the normal, bustling way, but in the way Ichigo Kurosaki had never quite experienced before. It wasn't the cars honking, the chatter of pedestrians, or the occasional sirens blaring in the distance. It was something else—something beneath the surface, thrumming through the air like an offbeat pulse.

He frowned. This wasn't the spiritual pressure of Hollows, Shinigami, or even Quincy energy. It was something entirely different. And whatever it was, it was making his instincts itch.

"Alright, spill," Ichigo said, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walked alongside the man who had, so far, been the single most irritating person he'd met in this world—and considering the company he usually kept, that was saying something. "What the hell is with this city?"

Gojo Satoru grinned, adjusting his sunglasses with an almost lazy flick of his fingers. "You mean besides me? Because, obviously, I'm the main attraction here."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. You and your giant ego."

"Glad we're on the same page!" Gojo strolled ahead, hands tucked behind his head. "But to actually answer your question—this is Tokyo Jujutsu High territory. Home of the strongest sorcerers, cursed spirits, and a whole lot of fun."

Ichigo scoffed. "Tch. Fun? I don't know what your idea of fun is, but if it involves whatever creepy energy I've been feeling since I got here, count me out."

"Oh, come on. You're a Shinigami, right?" Gojo stretched, tilting his head toward Ichigo with a lazy smirk. "You see ghosts. I see curses. Same thing."

Ichigo stopped walking. "It is not the same thing," he shot back, frowning. "Hollows are souls that have lost their way. Cursed spirits are—" He hesitated. "...Actually, what are they?"

Gojo turned, now walking backward as his smirk widened. "The manifestation of negative emotions. Fear, hatred, pain. All the ugly little feelings people try to shove down. They fester, grow, and then—poof! You've got a hungry little monster running around."

Ichigo's expression darkened slightly. That was different. Hollows were lost souls, driven by instinct. But this? Spirits born from the worst of humanity's emotions?

"Sounds a hell of a lot worse than a Hollow."

"Right?" Gojo clapped him on the shoulder, ignoring the way Ichigo tensed. "That's why I'm here. To keep this beautiful city of ours safe from ugly spirit things."

Ichigo sighed, shaking off Gojo's hand. "Great. Another overpowered idiot to deal with."

Gojo gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "Ichigo! I thought we were bonding."

"Yeah, that's definitely not happening."

Still, Ichigo couldn't quite hide the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Gojo caught it instantly, grinning wider. "Oh-ho? You do like me."

"I really don't."

"Sure, sure." Gojo waved him off. "Anyway, since you're in my city now, how about I show you around? We can check out some cursed spirits, grab some food, maybe even get you a pair of sunglasses so you can match my whole 'too cool for the world' aesthetic."

Ichigo exhaled sharply. "I would rather fight a hundred Hollows than match any part of your aesthetic."

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Gojo pouted. "Rude."

Ichigo ignored him, but deep down, he had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last ridiculous conversation he had with this man.