.. I have to say, the person with the most confidence in Jujutsu Kaisen is Gojo Satoru. He is so confident that he can boldly call out to a soul from a corpse; he won't let that brain roll out of Xia's body, he wants Xia to wake up himself.
I've basically read almost all the fanfiction for this CP now. I'm running out of things to read, so I'm considering whether I should write one myself.
Chapter 35
Sakaguchi Ango, who had rushed over because of a plea for help from a friend, had just stopped his car when he saw two people, one large and one small, sitting side by side on the steps in front of the house at the meeting point.
"Don't tell me that 'force majeure' you mentioned, Oda Sakunosuke, was just forgetting your keys." Seeing that Oda Sakunosuke and the child beside him seemed to be in decent spirits, appeared to have no injuries, there were no signs of a struggle nearby, Sakaguchi Ango slowed his pace. He finally stood before the two of them with his hands in his pockets and made a joke.
“Ango, you're here.” Oda Sakunosuke breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the newcomer. After spending the whole day helping Nakajima Atsushi uncover the truth, he had returned to find two buildings had collapsed, he had even accidentally learned a friend's little secret. Today's experiences had been far too intense for him, he felt somewhat mentally exhausted.
Beside him, Nakajima Atsushi stared curiously with his golden-brown eyes at Sakaguchi Ango, who wore round-rimmed glasses, had his hair meticulously combed, exuded an air of elite professionalism; this was a type of person he had never encountered before.
This is Atsushi, the child I've taken in." Although Uchiha Obito was the one who brought Nakajima Atsushi back, looking at his appearance, he clearly wasn't prepared to raise a child, so Oda Sakunosuke decided to keep Nakajima Atsushi by his side to raise him. "This is Sakaguchi Ango, he is my friend.
"Hello, Sakaguchi-san." Nakajima Atsushi greeted him obediently, his body tensing slightly as he moved closer to Oda Sakunosuke.
Hello, Atsushi." Sakaguchi Ango looked down at the thin, white-haired boy, "I'm sorry I arrived in such a hurry today and didn't bring a gift; I'll make it up to you next time.
"No, no need, it's too much trouble for you." Hearing this, Nakajima Atsushi didn't know where to put his hands or feet, his eyes darting around. He was like a startled bird; having just come from an orphanage, he had absolutely no experience with kind gestures from others.
Sakaguchi Ango pushed up his glasses, smiled at Nakajima Atsushi, turned his head to look at Oda Sakunosuke.
“What exactly is going on? You were so vague on the phone,” he asked.
Oda Sakunosuke glanced up at him and pushed open the half-open door behind him.
As soon as the door was pushed open, Sakaguchi Ango saw that the building opposite him was missing a wall, not to mention that the interior was filled with furniture wreckage, with not a single piece left intact, there was a person lying on the bricks.
“Someone planted explosives in your house?” Sakaguchi Ango was clearly shocked by the scene of devastation. “Is this person alright?”
After saying that, he felt he had spoken nonsense; with Oda Sakunosuke's personality, if something were wrong, he would have sent the person to the hospital long ago rather than leaving them there waiting for him to arrive. He took a step forward, placing his hand against the wall, silently activated his ability, [Fallen Philosophy], to read the memories remaining on the object.
He slowly lowered his head to look at the black-haired youth lying on the ground.
“Who is this?” Sakaguchi Ango’s expression was subtle. His ability told him that the seemingly frail Nakajima Atsushi could transform into a tiger, that most of the destruction in this room was caused by this person lying on the floor.
"If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the last Uchiha I'm able to pick up," Oda Sakunosuke answered cautiously. Without receiving a direct admission from the other party, he could not be one hundred percent certain that this was indeed an Uchiha.
"Oh!" Sakaguchi Ango raised an eyebrow, walking in a circle around the person on the ground. Having made so many identity documents, this was the first time he had been this close to a member of the Uchiha Clan.
“Should I be grateful that I finally get to see what the person on my upcoming identity certification looks like?” he remarked with a click of his tongue.
Sakaguchi Ango had originally harbored many grievances against the Uchiha members who had significantly increased his workload, but after walking a circle around the person lying on the ground, his resentment toward the Uchiha gradually faded. There was no helping it; that face was simply too handsome to allow anyone to stay angry.
Thinking back to the Uchiha identity documents he had made, the members of this clan were simply too good-looking; every single one of them was far above the average standard of beauty.
Their strength was also excessively high, their origins were completely impossible to trace. If it hadn't been related to his good friend, he wouldn't have accepted the identity documents so easily at the beginning.
Who knew that those Uchiha would keep coming one after another, resulting in getting deeper and deeper into the mess. Sakaguchi Ango, a government official who was already incredibly busy, was driven to near-baldness by the sudden, massive workload, he still hadn't been able to find detailed information on these Uchiha. This current opportunity, however, would serve as an excellent breakthrough.
“Oda Sakunosuke, don't bother going to any hotel; why not stay at my place for a few days instead?” He gave Oda Sakunosuke a slight smile and made the suggestion naturally.
"That wouldn't be appropriate, would it?" Oda Sakunosuke hesitated.
"What's so bad about that? It's just helping you move something; it's not a hassle at all. Besides, there's no one else in my house, I actually find living alone a bit lonely," Sakaguchi Ango said generously.
"It's not that I'm afraid of the trouble, it's that I'm worried about your house!" Oda Sakunosuke started to say but hesitated. However, since this Uchiha has already become like this, nothing should go wrong, right?
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Author's Note: Shipping this CP made my period come early.
Gojo and Geto's CP is so toxic, it's too much.
Chapter 36
"Naruto!" Uchiha Sasuke jolted awake from his dream, sitting up abruptly in bed and gasping for air.
The last image in his memory was that of the human who had transformed into a white tiger lunging at him.
But the sight that appeared before his eyes left Uchiha Sasuke utterly bewildered. There was no gloomy dungeon as he had imagined; far from having tight security, there wasn't even a single person in sight. It was just an ordinary room, where he could see the morning sunlight refracting through the glass window and spilling into the room.
What kind of place is this? Uchiha Sasuke's extremely calm black eyes scanned up and down, attempting to determine his current location from the objects around him.
Immediately after, a question mark appeared in Uchiha Sasuke's mind, because he found that despite his extensive experience traveling through various Ninja Villages throughout the years, his knowledge was completely insufficient to determine where in the Shinobi World this room's style belonged.
After failing to reach a conclusion, Uchiha Sasuke shifted his attention back to himself, observing the hand propped up on the bed; when he had woken up this time, he discovered that his previously broken hand had been reattached so perfectly it was as if it had never been broken at all.
Not only was he not killed or imprisoned, but his hand had also been healed for him; such treatment, which could almost be described as friendly, caused another question mark to pop up in his mind.
Just as his mind was about to be filled with all sorts of question marks, a faint creak sounded, that was when Oda Sakunosuke pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Hearing the sound, Uchiha Sasuke turned his head warily, his eyes meeting those of the red-haired youth who had just walked through the door.
You're awake. Eat something first; you've been sleeping all day." Oda Sakunosuke lowered his head and asked with complete naturalness. "Is there anything bothering you?
"Who are you? Why do you act like you know me so well?" Uchiha Sasuke watched silently as the red-haired young man placed a bowl of porridge on the table.
“Don't look at me like that. I don't even know how you got here; I just happened to find you near my front door.” Oda Sakunosuke calmly ignored the man who was radiating doubt. Being an experienced veteran in dealing with people, he had already blurted out a long explanation before Uchiha Sasuke could even ask a question.
My name is Oda Sakunosuke. Your surname is Uchiha, isn't it? You look quite a bit like your family members.
Family? Although Uchiha Sasuke was even more confused by what Oda Sakunosuke said, he did not deny it.
“Since you are also an Uchiha, then do you know Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui?” Oda Sakunosuke listed six Uchiha names in one breath.
These names left Uchiha Sasuke stunned. Weren't these people long dead? Why would someone ask him if he knew them? For a moment, he even began to wonder if he was still in a dream.
"I know them." Uchiha Sasuke stared at Oda Sakunosuke with a serious expression, attempting to deduce information from what he would say next.
“That's good. If you want to contact these people, I can provide their contact information here.” Oda Sakunosuke glanced at Uchiha Sasuke's expression. Good; judging by the facial changes that were almost identical to those of the previous few Uchiha, the other person likely wouldn't want them.
"No thanks." As expected, Uchiha Sasuke declined. Overwhelmed by the massive amount of information coming from the red-haired youth, he brought the bowl to his lips, intending to take a sip of porridge to calm his nerves.
"Pfft!" Uchiha Sasuke nearly spat out the porridge the moment it touched his mouth, his handsome face contorting as if he were about to say the porridge was poisoned.
“What's wrong?" Oda Sakunosuke asked nervously, looking at the other's unsightly expression. He had made this porridge himself, it had never left his sight during the process; theoretically, there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.
Uchiha Sasuke held the bowl of porridge in his hands, appearing as if he wanted to say something, but he did nothing.
Clearly, there was nothing wrong with the porridge, otherwise Oda Sakunosuke wouldn't have doubted that the other person's fist would have already swung at him.
If there was nothing wrong with the porridge, then seeing that all-too-familiar expression, another possibility surfaced in Oda Sakunosuke's mind; he remembered himself the first time he had eaten a meal personally prepared by Uchiha Izuna.
Oda Sakunosuke asked Uchiha Sasuke with a hint of sudden realization and disbelief:
"You don't like sweets?!" Are you even an Uchiha!
Uchiha Sasuke's failure to refute this statement was a clear admission, leaving Oda Sakunosuke in shock. If it weren't for that face, which looked far too much like Uchiha Izuna's, Oda Sakunosuke would have seriously doubted whether the other person was even an Uchiha.
How could there be an Uchiha who doesn't like sugar!
The first Uchiha Izuna he encountered left a deep impression by adding sugar to every single dish he made; he was a savory person!
Later, several members of the Uchiha Clan deepened the characteristic of the Uchiha preference for sweets. Aside from medicinal ointments, the thing most spent on these Uchiha was sugar.
So, when making porridge for Uchiha Sasuke, he didn't hesitate to add several large spoonfuls of sugar, never expecting that the sugar content, which he thought was standard for the Uchiha diet, would actually be an overkill.
Uchiha Sasuke understood the unspoken meaning in Oda Sakunosuke's words; it seemed the other man did indeed have a certain understanding of the Uchiha, even knowing that the Uchiha Clan had a sweet tooth.
"I left home at a relatively young age." He thought for a moment and explained tactfully; this was indeed one of the reasons. Although he was naturally averse to sweets, everyone in the Uchiha Clan loved them, he would occasionally be stuffed with desserts by his clansmen while walking down the street. If he had stayed in the clan's sweet-loving atmosphere forever, he might have been assimilated.
It was just that, later on, no one would ever feed him sweets with a smile again.
"Then let me get you a different bowl." Oda Sakunosuke brushed the look of surprise from his face and prepared to get another bowl for the young man.
"No thanks." Uchiha Sasuke shook his head and picked up the bowl to slowly finish the porridge, which had several large spoonfuls of sugar added to it. The rising steam obscured his expression, but Oda Sakunosuke suddenly felt an indescribable aura of loneliness emanating from the young man before him.
He must have gone through a lot, Oda Sakunosuke thought.
"Thank you for the porridge." Uchiha Sasuke set down the bowl, a rare, friendly expression faintly touching the corners of his mouth. Once he was certain that Oda Sakunosuke could be trusted, Uchiha Sasuke pursed his lips and asked a question.
“Oda-san, did you only save me?”
"It was only you. Are there any other questions?" Oda Sakunosuke keenly sensed that the other person's words seemed to imply something more.
“Then have you seen someone with blonde hair, around my age?” Uchiha Sasuke added, “I have a companion who should have come with me.”
Before he lost consciousness, he had been exploring the Kaguya Ruins with Naruto. Then, the Sage of Six Paths appeared from nowhere, gave them both a slight smile, he lost consciousness. Since he appeared here, Naruto should also be around here.
“Sorry, I didn't see anyone with blonde hair; at that time, you were the only one around.” Oda Sakunosuke shook his head.
Having not received the answer he wanted, Uchiha Sasuke was somewhat disappointed. Where had that guy Naruto gone? Surely nothing bad had happened to him.
Nine-Tails: "This place is small enough as it is, yet someone actually dares to compete with me! Just watch, I'll teach him a lesson!"
“Kurama, calm down! Don't start fighting in here! This is my mental world!” the blond youth screamed, his head feeling like it was splitting apart.
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Author's Note: I'm frantically binge-watching Jujutsu Kaisen to ship my favorite couples; this show hits all my favorite tropes.
I absolutely love crazy beauties.
Satoru x Geto, Sukuna x Fushiguro, Itadori x Kugisaki are all so good to ship.
I don't want to stop either, but the ships are just too good.
Chapter 37
Three people lay on the ground, barely clinging to life, surrounded by scattered furniture and messy bloodstains. To an uninformed outsider, such a scene would look exactly like a murder scene.
There was only one blond boy standing, a little girl crying loudly.
The blonde youth was none other than Uzumaki Naruto, who looked at the chaotic scene before him and couldn't help but rub his forehead with his hand.
What on earth is going on here!
Just a few minutes ago, this place was an elegant courtyard.
Dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono, Mrs. Izumi quietly organized the belongings, occasionally casting a gentle gaze toward the little girl beside her, who was also wearing a kimono and playing with dolls.
"I'm back." With a lighthearted male voice, Mr. Izumi appeared before his wife and daughter.
"Daddy!" The little girl dropped her doll in surprise and rushed to Mr. Izumi's side.