Transmigrated as Sukuna, but the Host is Yukinoshita?

Chapter 40: Beyond the Heian Period

In truth, for Yui Yuigahama to completely forget that memory, it would be the most suitable choice.

However, Hachiman Hikigaya wasn’t so tactless. After all, the current reality was that the girl with pigtails had already recalled every bit of that memory, and worrying over it again was pointless.

Moreover, she didn’t have a choice.

Regarding how to proceed, after the initial shock and helplessness had passed, Hachiman Hikigaya did not hesitate much once he had calmed down.

Just tell Yui the truth.

Yukinoshita Yukino had also been prepared to fully explain everything to Yui at the time, but due to the latter’s selective amnesia, these truths had remained concealed until now.

As for where to begin…

Taking a deep breath, Hikigaya said solemnly, “I apologize, actually, back then, Snow-under-the-Heaven planned to tell you the truth, but because you suddenly suffered from amnesia, she couldn’t do it.”

“In fact, we are jujutsu sorcerers.”

He intended to pin the blame on Lin Qi. In any case, the latter hadn’t appeared in quite some time, and no one knew what he was up to. Given his character, it was likely he wouldn’t hold these facts against them.

No, how could this be called blaming someone? He was merely stating the truth. It was originally because of Lin Qi that both him and Minister Yukinoshita took up the path of being jujutsu sorcerers.

“Do you remember Sensei Lin Qi from whom you haven’t heard in ages?”

After spending around thirty minutes, Hachiman described the series of events, including how he met the great master Lin Qi and the subsequent stories while withholding unnecessary dangers for the pigtailed girl. He explained everything from their first encounter to the fundamentals of jujutsu and jujutsu sorcerers.

During his recounting, Yuigahama silently listened, occasionally wiping her tears.

Only the faint sniffles from the other side interrupted his words. Such scenes caused Hikigaya significant disturbance as he had always felt uneasy when seeing girls cry.

“Well, that’s roughly how it happened,” he shrugged.

“Ah, so it turns out Sensei Rinn is the teacher Little Snow mentioned!”

Yuigahama’s emotions seemed to have calmed, only her slightly red eyes spoke volumes about her past tears.

“The missions of jujutsu sorcerers… aren’t they dangerous?” Yuigahama hesitantly asked, “When you were lightly touched by me in the afternoon meeting, it triggered such a reaction. Were you seriously injured?”

“Don’t worry. Although I was hurt, there are specialist doctors at the high school; I have already received treatment.”

Hikigaya explained, his hand subconsciously touching the rib where he was injured. The strength of the cursed spirit’s attack was indeed powerful; if it were a jellyfish-like familiar, it might have turned into a flail, nearly knocking him apart.

“You also saw me fall from the fourth floor, didn’t you? Look, here I am, all fine.”

“That really terrified me! I thought you might have died!” The pigtails girl looked him with reproachful eyes when speaking of it.

Not to mention the fragmented memories that had haunted her before her confrontation with Hikigaya, even now recalling it still brought a chill to her heart.

But after things settled down, thinking back on Hachiman’s determined thumbs-up despite landing on the ground messily, Yuigahama found herself genuinely laughing.

Ultimately, touching on the matter of a classmate’s death, neither wanted to delve too deeply into it.

Hikigaya had mentioned that the culprit responsible for Ooka-san’s harm had been “taken care of” by Yukinoshita. Though he did not use the word kill, Yuigahama wasn’t naive. She understood what he meant.

As an ordinary female high school student, it took a moment to adjust to the extraordinary identities of her two friends.

…

In a pricey high-end apartment in Tokyo’s Minato ward, the bandaged Juunagi, wearing summer casual clothes and having let down her ponytail, sat on the sofa. Unlike usual, she wore no Five-ties.

This particular room among many safe houses she possessed was bought using residual funds left by the Dicsordian Sect.

Sitting on the sofa with her head supported in her hands, she exuded an ominous presence, contrasted sharply with the calm demeanor of the young white-haired bob-haired girl pouring tea beside her.

“Why would Satoru Gojo appear at that place? It’s just too coincidental.” Juunagi spoke in a low tone.

Especially since she sensed his presence right after using cursed spirit manipulation, leaving residual curse energy behind and failing to clean up.

At the time, there was no way to tidy up his own traces, and worse still, doing so would have been pointless.

By the time he detected Gojo, the other would have definitely discovered him first.

But Jyunagi couldn’t comprehend why Gojo would be in rural Chiba so far away from Tokyo unless for saving two students from high school. When did Satoru Gojo start caring so much about his students’ safety?

Irrespective of all that, the critical point was that Satoru Gojo had undoubtedly discovered their identity as Ayase. This identity was what allowed them to confront the strongest enemy, which was why Gojo always kept her hidden from the school.

Now, however, the identity had been exposed.

So, the usefulness of this identity to seal Gojo became uncertain.

“So, what do you plan to do now that you’ve been exposed?” Lemil asked softly.

She wasn’t interested in how Juunagi handled Gojo, but rather in making Suou truly incarnate – a goal that led her to collaborate with Juunagi.

Furthermore, in Lemil’s opinion, Gojo was no longer the biggest obstacle to Suou’s incarnation, but rather the unknown imposter who threatened that position.

She couldn’t imagine how someone of the same caliber as Suou would be handled by anyone else.

After all, in her eyes, Suou was invincible.

Her gaze narrowed, and she masked her face with a smile before announcing their next move:

“Seize the opportunity when Satoru Gojo is not at the academy to assault Star Palace and destroy the celestial seal.”

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