That was the explanation that fit reality best. It was not scientific, but this was Jujutsu.
"Jujutsu uses curses, yet you go the opposite way. What kind of condition creates such a strange ability?"
"Do you really have the right to say that? Your 'Six Eyes' are already the strangest ability there is. We are even."
"You are right. I am the least qualified to say that." Satoru Gojo adjusted his glasses.
Satoru Gojo's unique talent, the "Six Eyes," was not a Jujutsu technique. It was an extreme enhancement of perception itself.
On a micro level, he could see atomic motion and structure. On a macro level, his vision worked like a telescope magnified dozens or hundreds of times, and on a mystical level, he could see the flow of curses and the essence of souls. Compared to that, microscopes and high-powered telescopes were nothing.
Its only flaw was that it could not be freely turned on and off like other eye techniques. Prolonged use flooded his brain with information, causing fatigue, which was why he wore a blindfold or nearly opaque Sunglasses to reduce incoming signals and prevent mental overload.
"Even if you might not need it, I should still remind you that abilities that are too unusual attract attention. People will want to use them, transplant them, or study them. My Six Eyes are the same. If I had not been born into the Gojo Clan, I would likely have been taken away before I grew up, or worse, had my eyes removed."
"Thank you. I will grow stronger as fast as I can."
Akira nodded. The moment Ralts had been seen by Akira, he had already considered this risk, which only strengthened his resolve.
Potential enemies were not limited to the Kamo Clan. They included anyone who coveted the existence of Pokémon.
That was why a place like Tokyo Jujutsu High, which treated people with genuine sincerity and where everyone was decent, was so rare. This was also why Akira was willing to work as an assistant instructor and spend so much effort guiding his classmates.
"Until I, no, until we truly grow up, please shelter us from the storm."
"Leave it to me. You and your mother already handle most of the teaching work, so I have time to play with those old fossils up top. They think I will not go to Kyoto, but do those so-called Grade Ones and special Grade Ones really matter?"
At this moment, Satoru Gojo showed none of his usual playful side. What remained was cold calm and confidence built on absolute strength.
Megumi Fushiguro's rebellious phase was not just puberty. It was also shaped by this foster father's quiet influence.
"Do not be careless. Everyone knows they cannot beat you head-on, so they will use underhanded methods. They might try to nullify your technique, or use special terrain, techniques, or Cursed Tools to seal you. I have looked into this. For the former, there is the 'Inverted Spear of Heaven,' also called the 'Ame-no-Nuboko.' For the latter, there is the relic left by a holy monk, the 'Prison Realm.'"
"You do not need to worry about the Inverted Spear of Heaven, and the Prison Realm has been missing for many years."
"Missing does not mean it cannot be found. If someone wants to deal with you, they will search for anything that could threaten you. Otherwise, who would bother provoking you? That would be suicidal."
"That makes sense." Satoru Gojo nodded. "So what should I do?"
"The best option is to keep such things in your own hands. If that is not possible, then at least understand their principles or activation methods and prepare countermeasures. Schemes only work when they are unknown. Once exposed, it comes down to raw strength, and who have you ever been afraid of in that regard?"
At last, Akira showed his true intent. He was not hiding it anymore. He had come specifically to give Satoru Gojo a warning.
From the moment he entered Tokyo Jujutsu High, he had been waiting for a chance like this. He could not exactly walk up and say that Satoru Gojo was not absolutely invincible.
In the original path, Satoru Gojo had been sealed because of a moment of carelessness, giving the villains their chance to act. As long as Satoru Gojo was around, even with several times the courage, Kenjaku would not dare move.
With Satoru Gojo present, their side had a foundation. Only then could Akira act without worries.
Kenjaku, and people like you. Jogo, Hanami, Dagon. And Ryomen Sukuna.
Along with all the named and unnamed Curse User and Cursed Spirit. Have you washed your necks clean yet?
If Akira was someone who always thought things through, then even with reminders from Kento Nanami, that way of thinking was not easy to change overnight. By contrast, Satoru Gojo had always been used to letting go of responsibilities, skipping class as a student and skipping work as an adult. Now that there was a willing thinker like Akira around, he was even happier to stop thinking altogether.
After all, maintaining his so-called invincibility kept his mental CPU under constant heavy load, and whatever capacity was left for Makoto was limited. Use it a bit too much and he would need to consume huge amounts of sugar. This was no longer normal sweet-tooth behavior, but something as strange as pure peach juice or that admiral's coffee, a bizarre kind of Domain Expansion.
He had just said, "I'll pay attention," and then immediately added, "Figuring out the principles and activation methods is also up to you."
Akira could not help making an incredulous sound. "This is for your own good. Can you put in a little effort?"
"Then why did you even look up this kind of information?" Satoru Gojo asked back, smiling but not quite smiling.
"Because I was thinking about how to punch you properly at least once." Akira froze for a moment, finding his first reason inconvenient to say and pulling out a backup instead.
"Then come and try it." Satoru Gojo clenched his fists. "I'd be very happy if you could hurt me."
"Are you some kind of masochist? Do you really have to get beaten up to remember?"
"Because after graduating from Tokyo Jujutsu High, I don't even get chances to be injured. With you, maybe I could."
"Definitely a masochist. Fine, I'll organize the materials later and give them to you. Remember to read them. As for how I'll hit you, heh, it'll be a way you'd never expect."
"I'll look forward to it." Gojo the Demon King was truly infuriating, tossing over a handsome profile as he turned to leave.
"Wait." Akira pointed toward Yuta Okkotsu and Rika Orimoto not far away. "What about their situation? Now that we understand Rika Orimoto's nature, about Curse Removal... actually, with how they are now, does Makoto really need Curse Removal? Could Curse Removal cause any bad effects for Yuta—"
Before he could finish, a finger pressed lightly against Akira's lips. Satoru Gojo's face suddenly moved close, and his voice dropped.
"That is not something for us to decide. The only ones who can decide are them. Whether it is a curse or lovers, an obstacle or a bond, what we say does not count, and it does not matter.