JJK: I am the real villain

STRIKE!

A green-haired girl swung her staff, shattering the defense of a… panda?

The strike unleashed a gust of wind that blew against a white-haired boy with half-lidded eyes, his collar pulled high to cover his mouth.

The panda crashed into the ground, a web-like pattern splintering out from the impact.

"Oi, don't you think you overdid it?" a boy with a calm expression asked, his spiky hair jutting in all directions.

The green-haired girl adjusted her glasses, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Yeah, you're right on that one. But you can't argue, we're expected to hit hard at the Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event."

"Ain't that right, Inumaki?" she asked, turning to the white-haired boy.

"Salmon roe," he replied with a thumbs-up.

THUD!

A dull sound echoed through the training yard. All heads turned toward a short girl with brown hair, gripping a hammer tightly.

"Shit, I put too much cursed energy into that strike…" she muttered, clearly disappointed.

"You see? Even Nobara's overdoing it," the green-haired girl, Maki, said. "Besides, the event's starting soon. We're just waiting for the Kyoto students."

"What?! That early?" the brown-haired girl, Nobara, shrieked.

"Yeah. According to Gojo, the event was moved up due to... unforeseen circumstances."

"That sounds shady. What do you think, Maki?" Nobara asked, suspicious.

"Doesn't matter," Maki spun her staff with smooth control. "We're coming out on top. No room for failure. Right, Megumi?"

"For sure," Megumi agreed, glancing at Nobara, who nodded.

Either way, we won't sit back and mourn the loss of Yuji Itadori… That's not what he'd want. We'll keep pushing forward. Keep proving ourselves. Megumi thought to himself.

---

In a traditional Japanese room, five individuals sat with calm expressions, except for one certain white-blindfolded idiot.

"Why the hell is he smiling like that? Did he smoke something?" a traditionally dressed woman asked the blue-haired woman beside her.

"I'm not the one to ask. It's Gojo Satoru. He's always high, on something," the blue-haired woman, Mei Mei, replied under her breath.

"You can't say that, Mei Mei," Gojo chimed in. "Utahime won't understand. But I know you do."

"What the hell does that mean, 'I won't understand'?" Utahime muttered.

"See what I'm talking about?" Gojo gestured toward her, grinning.

"Screw you!"

"Enough with the childish banter," an old man interrupted, sighing. His eyes were buried in shadow. "We're here to oversee the event, not this nonsense. Yaga, please coordinate those under your watch."

"Gojo," Yaga said sharply, but Gojo just picked at his ear, settling back into his seat.

"I don't even know what pissed her off…" Gojo shrugged. "Anyway, now that we're all here, the task is simple: Monitor the event and prevent any... unfortunate incidents."

"Glad to see you're at least paying attention," the old man muttered.

"I've got my crows ready. We'll be able to monitor the entire area via residual cursed energy," Mei Mei stated calmly.

"That's good," the old man said, rising. "I'll be checking in with my students."

"A word with them, huh…?" Mei Mei said with a knowing smile.

---

Maki checked her gear, ensuring everything was in good condition. Her staff rested in hand, while the rest of her weapons were stored inside Megumi's shadows.

Panda stretched his chubby frame, sliding on his knuckle bracers, while Inumaki took a throat pill, essential for his technique.

Nobara arrived carrying a pink bag slung over her shoulder.

"Finally," she huffed, exhausted. "You wouldn't believe what it took to drag all this here."

"Huh? Why'd you bring luggage?" Maki asked, a teasing smile spreading across her face.

"What? You told me it starts at 12 sharp! We're here at 9:30 so I thought—"

"No, no, nooo," Maki interrupted, chuckling. "It's being held here. You thought we were going to Kyoto, didn't you?"

"What?! Isn't it called the 'Kyoto Sister Goodwill Event'?" Nobara cried, feigning a tear.

"Nope. It's here." Panda pointed to the ground.

"Ughhh…" Nobara groaned.

"And where's that blindfolded idiot?" Maki growled.

"He was supposed to be here by 9," Megumi noted, checking his watch. "It's 9:47."

"Shit!"

Suddenly, a group of students approached, clearly from Kyoto, their attire distinct.

"Ooh~ What do we have here? We meet again, you slut," a girl who looked strikingly like Maki said mockingly.

"I swear, I'll kill you if you call me that again," Nobara snapped, her voice venomous.

"Try me."

"Stop it, both of you!" Megumi interjected. "We have a whole event where we can release this tension. Let's save it for then."

"Yeah, exactly," Panda agreed. "Save it for later."

"I agree," another Kyoto student stepped forward. "Mai, stop embarrassing us."

"Heh. Taking sides already, Noritoshi?"

Noritoshi narrowed his eyes but said nothing, his gaze shifting to the figure approaching from behind the Tokyo students.

"Goooood morning!" Gojo announced dramatically, striking a ridiculous pose.

A staff flew straight toward his face, only stopping just before impact. Maki's doing.

"Uh oh… Someone's pissed."

"Yeah, whatever," Maki muttered. "What's in the box?"

"This?" Gojo gestured grandly to the trolley he dragged behind him. "Allow me to present! But first, souvenirs!"

Utahime joined the group, looking around for Miwa but instead locking eyes with her personal tormentor, Gojo.

"One for you! And you! Can't forget you, Maki!" Gojo handed out handmade dolls resembling each student.

"And there's none for you, Utahime~!" he cackled.

"I didn't want one!!"

---

Meanwhile, on Yaeyama Island in Okinawa...

Kenjaku and Arata walked a forested trail through lush greenery. After several winding paths, they arrived at a moss-covered shrine.

Inside sat a weathered tombstone.

Kenjaku brushed away the leaves. Arata watched, curious.

"Who is this guy?" Arata asked.

Kenjaku pulled out five talismans and charms from his bag.

"Someone to give us more manpower. Not overwhelming, but enough for the tasks ahead."

Arata narrowed his eyes as Kenjaku began chanting.

> "That which is darker than black,

Purify that which is impure."

The air turned pitch black, veiling the shrine in darkness and shielding it from the outside world.

Kenjaku placed the charms and summoned a cursed spirit. It manifested, a grotesque being with a massive head, bloated belly, and four arms.

It gagged violently, then vomited a body, a woman.

Kenjaku resumed his chant.

"No matter the era, no matter the chains that bound you to earth,

As long as soul exists in time, come forth."

He clapped. A sigil lit up on the woman's body.

"It should take effect any moment now," Kenjaku said.

Suddenly, her hair turned white. Every strand shimmered with ancient energy.

So chants can be any set of words? Or do they have a fixed form...?

Arata pondered.

He looked to Kenjaku and asked, "What exactly are chants? Do they have to follow a formula to trigger cursed energy?"

Kenjaku, his monk-like demeanor clashing with his tracksuit, replied:

"Not exactly. These words have been passed down for centuries. Their repetition has built a strong association with cursed techniques. Changing or mixing them may alter the effect, or render them useless. It's essentially a binding vow, and it always consumes cursed energy."

Arata nodded thoughtfully.

"Got it… So theoretically, a chant can be personalized, but you'd need sigils, charms, and talismans to reinforce it."

Kenjaku glanced at him, intrigued.

"Seems like you're growing. What's sparked the change?"

"Oh! Nothing much, really. Just… been teaching myself a few things."

The white-haired woman stirred. Her eyes opened, wide and dilated.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

Kenjaku turned toward her, smiling. Arata peeked from behind him.

"We mean no harm. And I don't need to remind you who I am… do I?"

Kenjaku's smile widened as he pulled the string from his head, revealing a pulsating brain, cursed marks etched across it.

The woman fell silent, her tense posture relaxing.

"Kenjaku-sama…"

Arata, horrified, recoiled.

What the hell...? That brain… That was under a string? I thought it was a tattoo!

His mind scrambled as he looked at the woman again, now fully awake and, though naked, radiating a powerful cursed presence.

"You there. What the hell are you staring at?" she snapped.

"N-Nothing! In fact, I'll be on my way," Arata stammered.

Kenjaku chuckled and tossed her a folded set of robes.

"Hurry. We don't have much time."

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i think it's all coming together, and what are your own applications of his cursed technique, it's not like I ain't creative with it, but it's always nice to see others interpretation of his ability