Chapter 3: My Eyeballs Turn Into Microwaveable Hot Pockets
The second Gojo's blindfold came off, the robotic voice in my head chimed, and my world devolved into pure, unadulterated agony.
"The Mangekyō Sharingan is now being distributed..."
"Distributed" was a nice, polite word for what actually felt like someone taking a soldering iron, heating it to roughly the temperature of the sun, and shoving it directly into my left and right corneas.
I choked back a scream, dropped to my knees, and practically fell onto a nearby wooden chair. I clamped my hands over my face. Sweat burst from my forehead, dripping down my wrists.
It hurts! It hurts so much!
For a second, I thought my skull was going to split wide open. But then I remembered the Naruto lore. Uchiha clansmen usually had to watch their best friend get murdered, commit a small massacre, or drown in a pool of psychological trauma to unlock these bad boys. Compared to that, a five-minute eyeball microwave session was practically a spa day. I could handle it.
"Hey! What's wrong with you?" Gojo's voice lost its playful edge.
In a flash of black fabric, he snapped his blindfold back over his face. He looked genuinely startled, probably figuring that a normal human brain just couldn't handle the sheer, unfiltered information overload of staring at the Six Eyes for more than two seconds.
I kept my eyes clamped shut, riding out the waves of pain and—honestly—sheer, ecstatic joy. I waved a hand at him, blindly gesturing that I wasn't dying. Give me a minute, teach. Just downloading a patch.
Five minutes later, the burning subsided into a cool, thrumming hum behind my eyelids.
I dragged myself over to a cracked mirror on the wall, blinked, and stared. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face.
My boring, everyday black eyes were gone. In their place, my irises were a brilliant, glowing scarlet. Three black tomoe seals slowly spun around my pupils, accelerating until they bled into each other, locking into a beautiful, pinwheel-like Mangekyō pattern. It looked ancient, mysterious, and completely lethal.
Wait a minute. I squinted at my reflection. Is that... Obito's Mangekyō pattern?
Suddenly, the world looked entirely different. The room wasn't just empty space anymore. I could see the residual, purple-black cursed energy drifting through the air like cigarette smoke. I could see individual specs of dust suspended in the light, moving in slow motion. My perception had experienced a total qualitative leap.
I turned my head toward a cheap plastic cup sitting on a table across the room and gave it a sharp glare.
The air directly in the center of the cup began to violently warp, twisting into a localized spiral. Schloop. The space collapsed, and the cup vanished into thin air.
Kamui. It actually works.
With a mental flick, I brought up the system's ability panel to read the fine print.
[Kamui (Space-Time Ninjutsu):
Left Eye: Focused on offense. Distorts space at the precise point of your vision.
Right Eye: Focused on defense. Actively transfers the user or external objects into the Kamui pocket dimension. When attacked, the user's body automatically slips into the dimension, granting total intangibility and immunity to all physical damage.
Note: There will be no blindness or side effects once upgraded to the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. ]
I swallowed hard. This was broken. If I used the left eye correctly, I could delete an enemy's head from existence just by looking at it. And the right eye? Pure survival. I could phase through solid concrete, pass through a cursed spirit's claws, or just drop annoying people into a blank void and let them starve to death.
But that Note at the bottom was a nagging reminder. I needed the Eternal version. I really didn't fancy going blind before I even got to graduate high school.
Interestingly, I could feel my body naturally adapting. Maybe it was a side effect of transmigration, but my system had automatically wired my body to substitute cursed energy for Chakra. I could cast both ninjutsu and cursed techniques from the same battery.
"Wow! Is that your cursed technique? It's amazing!"
Whoosh. Gojo was suddenly hovering right at my shoulder, bending down to stare into my face with absolute fascination. I hadn't even heard him move. It looked like the strongest sorcerer in the world realized he had just struck gold in a random apartment building.
I deactivated the eyes, letting the crimson bleed back into normal black. "Well," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Thanks to you, I just awakened it."
Gojo stared at me through his blindfold for a long beat, then waved a hand nonchalantly. "Nah, has nothing to do with me."
He was right, of course. The Six Eyes were powerful, but they weren't a magical jumper-cable for other people's powers. In his mind, I was just a terrifyingly talented, natural-born sorcerer who hit puberty-level awakening at the perfect moment.
"Let's go, Gojo-sensei," I said, offering a small bow. "Please take care of me in the future."
Gojo's grin returned, wide and bright. "Oh, please take care of me as well, Kazuma."
He clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder. I could tell he was genuinely thrilled. In this era, cursed spirits were popping up like bad weeds, and the number of qualified sorcerers was abysmally low. Snagging a potential heavyweight student was a massive win for his faction.
As he guided me toward the window, I started doing the math. Are we going straight to Tokyo Jujutsu High, or...
Gojo had given me a brief overview of the world while my eyes were melting, but I still didn't know the exact date. Had the main plot started? Had Yuji Itadori already swallowed a mummified finger?
Gojo's phone buzzed again. He glanced at it, his smile tightening. "Your senpai called just now and said he was in trouble. Let's go over there."
Before I could say Wait, what?, Gojo grabbed the back of my shirt like I was a stray kitten. He stepped out of the window into thin air.
The next few minutes were a blur—literally.
Gojo was jumping across the city skyline like a human pinball, using his Limitless technique to bend space and shuttle us forward at supersonic speeds. The wind howled in my ears, pulling my hair straight back, but to my surprise, I didn't panic.
Thanks to the Mangekyō's passive physical buff, my reflexes and vision were entirely jacked up. Even though Gojo was moving fast enough to break sound barriers, my eyes could clearly track every skyscraper, every glowing billboard, and every street lamp we passed.
Gojo looked down at me, noticing my complete lack of terror. The corners of his mouth twitched upward. Gifted, powerful, and doesn't throw up when traveling via spatial manipulation. I could practically see the gears turning in his head. Is this kid going to reach Yuta's level? Is Jujutsu High about to get a brand-new Special Grade?
Personally, I was just thinking about my stomach. Flying across Tokyo works up an appetite.
I reached out a hand toward the bag he was guarding. "Gojo-sensei, can I have a piece of mochi?"
Gojo looked like I had just asked him to donate a kidney. He clutched the box closer to his chest, sounding deeply pained. "I'll only give you one piece."
***
CRASH!
We arrived at Sugisawa Third High School just in time to hear the glorious sound of structural damage.
Through a shattered second-story window, a pink-haired kid had just launched himself into the corridor with a brutal flying kick, slamming a massive, grotesque cursed spirit backward. Yuji Itadori had arrived, utilizing his freakish, Olympic-athlete-level physical strength to protect a couple of terrified occult club students.
Megumi Fushiguro, who was currently bleeding from his forehead and looking thoroughly exhausted, stared at him in utter disbelief. "Didn't I tell you not to come?!"
Megumi gritted his teeth, running down the hallway while weaving his fingers into a shadow-puppet shape. "Divine Dogs! Go save them!"
Two massive wolves—one stark white, one pitch black—leaped out of the shadows on the floor, their jaws snapping as they rushed the curse.
Yuji dropped the student he was carrying, watching the wolves tear the monster to shreds. "Is this the cursed spirit you were talking about, Megumi? It's... a little weirder than I imagined."
Boom. Megumi moved in, finishing off the core, leaving his Divine Dogs to greedily scarf down the remaining cursed remnants. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, trying to look cool despite the blood dripping down his face.
"I wanted to ask why you came," Megumi muttered. "You did a good job, but... aren't you scared?"
Yuji scratched his head. "I was terrified at first. But my grandpa died today, and he taught me one thing: I want to make sure the people I know get a proper death."
Yuji reached into his pocket and pulled out a dark, dried-up, mummified finger. The talisman wrapper had been completely torn off. "If I hadn't brought this back to school, none of this would have happened. My senpais wouldn't have been hurt. It's my fault..."
"Don't blame yourself," Megumi interrupted. "They're alive. But that thing is a Special Grade Cursed Object—Ryomen Sukuna's finger. Give it to me before a real curse eats it, or the consequences will be disastrous."
Yuji held it out. But before Megumi's fingers could close around the rotten appendage, a black vortex erupted from the ceiling.
A massive, pale hand shot out of the dark, aiming directly for Yuji's palm.
Megumi's eyes widened. "Run!"
BOOM!
A gargantuan curse crashed through the ceiling, resembling a mutated, colossal lizard made out of stitched-together human corpses. The raw, heavy pressure it exuded made the previous curses look like literal toddlers.
The shockwave blew Yuji backward, and the monster's tail slapped Megumi so hard he flew through the air, crashing hard into a concrete platform on the second level. The impact fractured the wall, and the school's power lines snapped, plunging the corridor into pitch darkness.
Megumi coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body refusing to move. He couldn't even summon his shadows. The lizard-curse lurked forward, its massive jaws opening to swallow him whole.
"Get away from him!"
Yuji leaped from the rubble, landing squarely on the monster's back. He rained down heavy, desperate punches on its skull, but his fists did nothing against the curse's thick hide.
"Cursed spirits can only be killed with cursed energy!" Megumi screamed, spitting blood. "You can't hurt it! Run, Itadori!"
But Yuji wasn't a runner. If he left, Megumi was a dead man.
Unfortunately, bravery doesn't close a power gap. Within seconds, the lizard-monster grabbed Yuji in a massive, crushing fist. It squeezed, hard. I could hear Yuji's ribs groaning under the pressure. Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, his vision blurring from the sheer stench of the monster's maw.
In his trapped hand, he still gripped Sukuna's finger. Megumi's words echoed in his brain. Cursed energy. I just need cursed energy, right? If I swallow this... I can save everyone.
"I just need some magic juice, right?!" Yuji roared.
"NO! DON'T!" Megumi shrieked.
But Yuji didn't hesitate. He tossed the thousands-years-old, rotten, dirt-covered finger into the air and swallowed it whole like a giant vitamin pill.
Megumi dropped his head into his hands, his voice dropping into absolute despair. "It's over."
Outside the school grounds, the building stood like a dark, ominous monolith against the night sky.
Yep, I thought, standing next to Gojo as I chewed on my solitary piece of mochi. This is the exact spot where Yuji becomes a container.
Right on cue, the robotic Siri voice buzzed inside my cranium, bringing up a brand-new set of life choices.
[A new mission choice has begun:]
[Mission Option 1: With the power of Kamui in hand, the world is your oyster. Use your spatial manipulation to completely rattle Ryomen Sukuna's mental stability.
Reward: Eight Inner Gates ]
[Mission Option 2: Transform into a literal cheerleader and shake pom-poms to cheer for Gojo Satoru.
Reward: Naruto's Talk no Jutsu ]
[Mission Option 3: While Gojo Satoru is fighting Sukuna, sneakily eat the remaining mochi in his bag.
Reward: Tsunade's iconic black stockings ]
[Long-term Mission: The higher-ups of the Jujutsu society are corrupt, decrepit old bastards. Refuse to ever work for them. Instead, establish the Akatsuki organization and recruit powerful sorcerers to your cause.
(Progress: 0/3 people)
Reward: Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan ]
I stared at the screen, my eyes widening.
The short-term options were wild. Option two was a direct ticket to social suicide, and option three—while hilarious—would probably get me killed by a sugar-deprived Gojo. But that long-term mission?
Create the Akatsuki? To get the Eternal Mangekyō?
My lips curved into a slow, mischievous smile as I looked up at the dark school building. The jujutsu world was about to get a lot more complicated.