"Teacher Yaga said Reverse Cursed Technique can be learned and mastered later, but he doesn't know it himself," Geto Suguru added, wiping sweat from his brow. "So, we can only ask you."
"Geto's Cursed Technique puts him at a disadvantage in close combat, yet he prefers hand-to-hand," Shoko analyzed. "Learning it would help him significantly. But you, Gojo Satoru—you have the Limitless and never get injured. Why do you need it?"
A rare, earnest look crossed Gojo's face. "There are some special applications I want to try. They're impossible without Reverse Cursed Technique."
"Alright," Shoko relented with a playful smile. "But I'll teach it; I won't guarantee you'll learn it." She extended a finger, tracing vague circles in the air. "It's like... you take your Cursed Energy like this, then like that, and then—whoosh—it becomes like this. Understand?"
"..."
Gojo and Geto exchanged a long, blank stare.
"So that's what 'teach, not guarantee' means," Gojo deadpanned. The two of them were utterly speechless.
Footsteps sounded at the entrance just then, and Kamo Itsuki walked in, a bag of cold drinks in hand. He had gone to buy refreshments and had overheard the tail end of the conversation from the hallway, deliberately slowing his steps to let the comedic lesson reach its natural conclusion.
"Itsuki, perfect timing!" Shoko called, her eyes glinting. "Do you want to learn Reverse Cursed Technique, too? These two seem to have zero talent for it."
"Hey! Have a conscience, Shoko!" Gojo protested.
"Reverse Cursed Technique?" Kamo set the drinks down casually. "Oh, no need. I already know it."
A synchronized triple-take followed. "Huh? Since when? How did you learn it?" they asked in near-unison.
"If I had to say," Kamo mused, feigning seriousness, "it might be because Blood Manipulation has a high degree of compatibility with Reverse Cursed Technique."
He wasn't being entirely truthful. While his clan technique did grant him an innate understanding of bodily fluids and healing—accelerating clotting and tissue repair—that alone didn't explain his proficiency. In truth, he had taken a shortcut.
Over their months together, Kamo had discreetly obtained blood samples from both Geto and Shoko. Through the esoteric depths of his Blood Manipulation, he had absorbed and replicated the foundational blueprints of Cursed Spirit Manipulation and Reverse Cursed Technique. He had hoped for a chance at Gojo's Limitless and Six Eyes as well, but the infuriatingly untouchable Gojo never seemed to bleed.
The replicated techniques, however, were only in their most basic forms. Reverse Cursed Technique required relentless practice to refine, and Cursed Spirit Manipulation demanded a vast collection of spirits to become truly powerful. Kamo valued the healing art deeply, but the spirit manipulation was merely a tactical supplement—a way to diversify his options. One lifetime was barely enough to master Blood Manipulation alone.
"Talent again? Why is my talent just the Six Eyes!" Gojo lamented, throwing his hands up in mock despair.
"What you're saying is making me feel awkward," Geto muttered from the side.
Shoko, however, watched Kamo with a physician's discerning curiosity. "Since you can rewire Geto's taste perception for swallowed curses," she began, her voice thoughtful, "could you... directly make someone learn Reverse Cursed Technique? Neurologically, I mean."
The question hung in the air, and Gojo and Geto immediately fixed hopeful eyes on Kamo.
"Don't be absurd," Kamo replied, a hint of practiced scorn in his tone. "Altering sensory feedback for taste is one thing—it's just manipulating the body's own signals. But a Cursed Technique is an innate, metaphysical construct. If I could just grant those to people, I'd be a god."
"In other words," Shoko pieced it together, "the curses are still objectively disgusting. Geto just experiences them as coffee now."
"For Itsuki to directly bestow a technique," Geto reasoned, "the difficulty would be akin to directly changing a curse's fundamental nature. It's logically impossible."
"Still," Shoko said, a warm, teasing smile returning to her lips as she looked at Kamo, "when it comes to you, Itsuki, I always get the feeling that if anyone could achieve the impossible, it would be you."
"Thank you for the overwhelming vote of confidence," Kamo replied with a polite, slightly wry smile.
The three of them dismissed the idea as fantasy—if Kamo Itsuki could casually gift Cursed Techniques, the entire balance of the Jujutsu world would shatter. Yet, inwardly, Kamo had to admire Shoko's sharp intuition. Her casual conjecture had, without her knowing, brushed perilously close to the heart of his secret.
The thought was a seed planted deep within him: one path of his evolution indeed pointed toward the ability to grant or reshape Cursed Techniques in others. But that road was far more treacherous and distant than any of them could conceive. For now, it was an impossibility—but impossibility was not a permanent state. It was a horizon, not a wall.
The secret black casket had yielded rare techniques hoarded by generations of the Kamo Clan, and Kamo Itsuki himself was an avid collector. His arsenal now spanned nearly the entire spectrum of jujutsu. Yet, to him, these were never ends in themselves. They were instruments—means to refine, to expand, to perfect the ultimate expression of his lineage: Blood Manipulation.
To grant a technique… to sculpt another's innate power… What would that make him? It would be a force capable of redrawing the very map of the jujutsu world. A power of strategic, era-defining magnitude.
"Blood Manipulation," he murmured, almost to himself. "There are still too many possibilities waiting to be unlocked."
"Itsuki, you're always full of surprises," Gojo cut in, his earlier frustration already forgotten, replaced by a spark of competitive intrigue. "I'm seriously curious how strong you are now. How about a spar?"
Kamo returned from his thoughts, a soft smile on his lips as he shook his head. "No thanks. Fighting you is… tedious."
Without a Domain Counter or a special tool that nullifies Cursed Techniques, I can't even scratch your defenses. I'd have to be insane to take that match.
"Then fight me," Geto Suguru offered, his eagerness palpable. Freed from the visceral revulsion of his technique, a brighter, more assertive side of him had emerged—one with a distinctly combative edge.
"Your Cursed Spirits are a precious collection," Kamo declined again, his tone pragmatic. "It'd be a shame to waste them."
Watching the exchange, Ieiri Shoko tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Then why not make it pure hand-to-hand? No Cursed Techniques allowed."
A gleam lit her eyes; she, too, was curious. Among the three already being called the 'Strongest of Jujutsu High,' who truly reigned supreme in raw physical prowess?
The suggestion immediately ignited Gojo and Geto's interest.
"Shoko," Kamo sighed, a note of affectionate complaint in his voice. "You really do love to stir the pot." Yet, despite his words, a keen, competitive light flickered in his own gaze.
Since inheriting the evolved form of Blood Manipulation, his body had undergone profound reinforcement to bear the weight of countless techniques. A faint, metallic sheen seemed to lie beneath his skin; his musculature was dense and fluid, humming with contained power. His senses were preternaturally sharp—he could track the drift of air currents, the subtle tremor of the ground, even the distant murmur of a crowd. His physical defense was formidable; most blows would scarcely leave a mark. And, of course, he possessed the Reverse Cursed Technique.
Internally, Kamo assessed the field. In pure physical combat, only one being might surpass him now: the fully realized vessel of Heavenly Restriction, Zenin Toji. And soon—with the coming of the Star Plasma Vessel incident and the chance to obtain Toji's blood—that last threshold would be crossed, cementing his absolute, physical invincibility.
Beyond sheer physiology, Kamo Itsuki was also a master of combat technique, his movements refined to lethal efficiency. He looked at his two eager friends, a calm, confident smile settling on his face.
"Alright," he said, his voice quiet but clear. "Hand-to-hand it is.
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