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I'm practicing ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!
Author: Yiluo Dajiaozhu
Summary:
"If you still want to read the author's spells, please search for "I Make Heat Weapons in Spells", a pure world of spells.
Don't invite, I've already crossed over.
Coming to this world where only crazy people can survive, but with the Ninja World System in Naruto;
How will Summer Sunset survive?
Become a madman and go crazy with a bunch of cursed spirits,
Or do you just want to be an ordinary person?
Chapter 1: Both parents are dead, no car or house
pain!
it hurts!
My eyes hurt!
My eyes were feeling hot and something was gathering in them, as if ants were gnawing at the blood vessels in my eyeballs.
The intense pain woke Yu Chenluo up instantly from his deep sleep. He then covered his eyes with his hands and couldn’t help wailing.
He didn't understand why his eyes hurt when he was sleeping. Could it be that he looked at his phone too much?
He shouted, "Liu Yang, my eyes hurt, call 120 quickly."
But no one responded to him. The surroundings were extremely quiet, with only the breeze blowing gently ruffling the black hair at his temples.
Yu Chenluo thought he was sleeping too soundly, so he continued to shout, "Stop sleeping, Liu Yang, help me call 120."
"Liu Yang?"
Liu Yang's lack of response made Yu Chenluo feel weird. They were clearly talking about their ideals and future before going to bed, but when he woke up, he was gone and his eyes hurt so much.
Just as I was about to get up from the bed, I touched the grainy ground. When I touched around, I felt a sticky feeling, as if it was some liquid that still had residual heat.
He withdrew his right hand that was soaked by the liquid and brought it to his nose to smell it. Finding that there was no smell, he subconsciously put it to his mouth and licked it. A slightly salty but rusty smell rushed straight to his heart.
As a medical student, he knew that this was the smell of blood, but why was there a dead person nearby when he slept? Could it be Liu Yang's?
Do not!
impossible!
This is a medical school, and everyone has a bright future. How could they kill someone? Also, the touch of the floor is different. The dormitory has neat floor tiles, but here it is gravel.
Where am I?
Where is this place?
An inexplicable feeling of fear made him shut up immediately. He dared not speak loudly anymore, fearing that the murderers had not gone far and would come over to kill him.
Yu Chenluo endured the severe pain in his eyes and continued to feel around, slowly sorting out the current situation.
After all, no matter how much pain your eyes suffer, it won’t be fatal. If the murderers come back to clean up the scene, they will definitely die!
I must leave quickly. I am only 18 years old and have a bright future. How can I die here? I must leave quickly!
He touched the stone wall with both hands and moved them around. Perhaps because of his inner panic, he accidentally touched the steps and slammed hard to the ground, causing a dull sound.
Done!
This happened to touch Yu Chenluo's head, and warm liquid slowly flowed out from his forehead. In a trance, many memories that did not belong to him appeared in his mind.
A kind and gentle-looking woman, and a man who read a newspaper all day long. They spoke fluent Japanese and looked at her with kind eyes.
what is this?
He was like an audience member in a movie theater, looking at this memory that did not belong to him, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, and the pain in his eyes slowly dissipated.
He didn't know how long it took, but he finished watching the memory that belonged to "himself" from a third-person perspective.
His parents died tragically at the hands of a monster, but he killed the monster in return. But why did that monster look familiar?
Yu Chenluo slowly opened his eyes and looked at the tragic scene in front of him. The air was filled with black gas. He didn't know what it was and didn't want to touch it. After all, that was where the monster died.
The only thing that made him feel a little relieved was that he was safe at the moment and there was no murderer. However, he didn't know whether there were any more such monsters nearby.
Looking at the damaged house and the bodies of his "parents" lying on the ground, Xia Rilu only raised his eyebrows slightly, but tears flowed out of his eyes. His lips opened uncontrollably and he said, "I'm sorry, I can't save you."
This "I'm sorry" may have been due to the memory of the original owner, which made this body feel sad, and he began to become fearful unconsciously.
Just as I squatted down in the corner to rest, a light voice came from the side:
"Yo, you killed your parents?"
In the silent night, these words were like the fuse that ignited explosives, frightening Yu Chenluo who was already feeling sad. His black pupils instantly turned scarlet as he stared at the person who came, his right hand tightly grasping the broken bricks on the ground.
He was tall, his eyes covered by a white cloth, and his silver-white hair fluttered in the wind. He slowly overlapped with the anime image in his memory.
"What the hell? Gojo Satoru?!"
Yu Chenluo said this subconsciously.
"Oh! You know me?"
Gojo Satoru looked at the boy in front of him with a little surprise. A black magatama was spinning in his red pupils. He could feel that there was a great deal of cursed power gathered in those eyes.
very funny!
"Hey, do you want to join the Jujutsu High School?"
"Conjuration college?"
Yu Chenluo let go of the broken bricks in his right hand, looked at Gojo Satoru in front of him, and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know if it was because of his eyesight, but he could clearly feel that his vision had slowed down just now, but now it has returned to normal. He now understood what kind of world he had come to. This was:
『Spell War』
A world where cursed spirits are created by negative emotions, but why are we here?
The opportunity for time travel doesn't seem right. Other people were brought here by trucks, so why did I come here for no apparent reason?
Forget it, none of this matters. Join the Jujutsu High School first, otherwise you will die miserably later. Seeking shelter is what you need to do now.
Yu Chenluo took a deep breath, looked at his parents lying on the ground and said, "Can you let me bury them?"
"Yeah, of course."
Gojo Satoru looked at the young man who was carrying the body. There was no desolate hatred in his eyes. His eyes were calm, and his originally scarlet pupils turned black. The cursed energy gathered in his eyes flowed back into his body.
I really didn't expect that I would meet such a good seedling when I went out for a midnight snack late at night. If he is cultivated, he will definitely be very strong!
Yu Chenluo picked up the shovel in the room and dug the blood-stained ground bit by bit. Halfway through, he remembered that it seemed that a death certificate should be processed for the deceased.
"..."
He turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru who was watching nearby and asked, "Can you help me organize a funeral for my parents? I'm not very good at this."
"Ah? A funeral?"
Gojo Satoru rubbed his head, thought for a moment and asked, "Are there no relatives or elders?"
"Relatives..."
Yu Chenluo closed his eyes and checked the memory of the original owner of this body. He found that those relatives did not live in Tokyo, and he did not even know their phone numbers. How could he get a death certificate?
Now we live in a society ruled by law. When someone dies, we have to go to the local government to get a death certificate, but how do we say this?
supernatural event?
His parents died out of nowhere, but he survived?
and many more……
It seems that this situation is the responsibility of professional sorcerers like them!
Yu Chenluo looked at Gojo Satoru and said, "How should I explain this? Say that my parents were killed by an extremely ugly monster?"
"How cold-blooded! Your parents just died in front of you." Gojo Satoru grinned, showing his white teeth, and asked, "Could it be that they treated you badly?"
"Not really," Yu Chenluo shook his head and said, "They are very good to me. It's just that I feel sad at the moment, but I just can't cry. It's a very strange feeling."
"It's like this..."
Gojo Satoru took out his cell phone and dialed a number. He gave the address and hung up. He then asked the boy in front of him, "What's your name?"
Yu Chenluo directly said the name of the original owner of this body:
"My name is Summer Sunset,"
……
The author's words:
"Read the book rationally. The author wrote it according to the comics. This world only has Jujutsu Kaisen, no Naruto or One Piece, etc. Please don't comment from the perspective of anime."
Chapter 2 Zenin Maki
Day two.
At noon, the sun was shining brightly. Xia Rixiu, wearing a black kimono, kowtowed three times to the remains of his parents. The scene was full of nearby neighbors. They all stood aside in silence in black suits.
After the moment of silence, he walked up to me and said something encouraging like "You'll be the only one at home in the future, so act like a man."
Looking at the neighbors who I am not very familiar with, I don’t know why they show such sadness when they are just neighbors.
Emotional resonance?
Maybe he had a bad opinion of his parents in his previous life, no, he hated them to the extreme. Maybe he studied medicine and was more open-minded about life and death. Or maybe he felt from the bottom of his heart that these two people were not his biological parents at all, so he could not feel sad, but watched everything as a bystander.
This world is full of threats. Although I don’t know which plot point I’m at in Jujutsu Kaisen right now, and I’ve almost forgotten most of the plot, I will never die if I follow this invincible guy Gojo Satoru.
After all, being open-minded about life and death is one thing, and wanting to die is another. Who would want to die when they are living a good life?
As the funeral ended, the onlookers left one after another.
Xia Luoluo looked at her parents' tombstones, took a deep breath, walked up and gently touched the words on it, and whispered, "I'm glad to have parents like you. I will cherish this body and take a photo to commemorate it."