Bird.

Toad.

Rabbit.

Toad.

Rabbit.

"You all right back there? You're still fidgeting, take it easy. You've already completed a few Grade 1 missions without me needing to step in."

I lift my head, my fingers still in the middle of contorting into the next hand sign. I look at Geto in the rear view mirror.

"I'm not fidgeting," I retort, "Just warming up is all..."

"Warming up. Sure. You've been warming up since you got in the car." Geto joked. I look out the window, the sun is almost about to set. It was noon when we set off so we've driven pretty far. I'm surprised they let the two of us travel on our lonesome, especially in a car. I didn't think that young Geto had acquired a license. I suppose that's Jujutsu Sorcerer privileges for you, but he still probably had to learn how to drive anyways.

"We're almost at the site, get ready."

I clap my hands, "I'm ready, I'm ready."

The car slows. I open the door and see what kind of place we're dealing with. An abandoned house. I think I saw something like this on the news a while ago. A father went crazy and offed his wife and son. Figures a sorcerer would be sent here.

"Geto, any idea what I might be dealing with?"

"Tsk tsk, you should do better research." He steps out of the car after me. "It's stigmatized property, a murder suicide a few months ago. The government didn't know if a cursed spirit developed here so we sent a Window to check. He didn't see anything either but the amount of cursed energy here..."

Nothing I didn't already know. "A vengeful curse..."

"Perhaps," Geto hums a bit, "Either a Grade 1 or a cluster of Grade 2."

He steps to the side, "You know the procedure."

"No safety alarm spirit this time?" When Geto would proctor a mission with me, he'd send a cursed spirit with me that synchronized with another so he'd know if I was in any danger.

"You never needed one anyways," Geto replied. "This is your final mission anyways, complete this flawlessly and you'll be a Semi-Grade 1 sorcerer."

I exhale and brace myself. He's right. I lift my right hand up, make a fist, and extend two fingers.

"Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness." I chant. "Purify that which is impure."

The air shifts. Even in the dusky sky, I can see the formation of the barrier. An inky mass drips from the sky and begins to cover our surroundings. Day turns to night and the density of cursed energy thickens.

"Excellent work, you know what to do now." Geto praised.

I inhale and relax. My hands shift into the next sign, stretched out with the thumbs intertwined in the form of wings. A round creature emerges from my shadow and leaps up, perching itself on my shoulder. As the shadows slowly flow off its body, its appearance becomes more apparent, green body, yellow beak, red wings.

"Natu. I choose you."

This is my cursed technique, the Ten Shadows. The Zenin clan's prized technique corrupted and in the hands of someone that probably won't live up to its legendary potential. That's right, instead of shikigami that take the form of animals, it's instead Pokemon. I found my way to this world through some mysterious circumstances. I really do hope Arceus is real but the only proof that the Original One even exists might lie in my technique. Somehow this alternate world of Jujutsu Kaisen I dropped into doesn't have Pokemon.

I didn't even get the dignity of isekaing as a child so I could develop my skills, nope 20+ years old here. According to Gojo, some people can just develop the ability to use Cursed Energy spontaneously. I’ve climbed through the grades quickly, sure, but only because I already knew how my summons worked. Sorcery was a con man's game and I was truly faking it as hard as I can.

I think Geto picked up on this. The kid was already special grade when we met and it was a little humiliating having someone more than five years younger than me teach me the basics.
I thank my lucky stars that I found myself in this world before the Hidden Inventory arc. All before everything went to shit. I can't single-handedly take down Kenjaku or Sukuna but if I could get Geto to stick around instead of becoming a terrorist, then I think I can make a brighter future. Baby steps and all.

Speaking of steps. I make it to the door of the abandoned house.

"Natu, future sight." I command. The round bird's eyes glow and a strange sense begins to occupy the back of my mind. It feels a lot like daydreaming but a little more solid.

Future sight. Instead of Nue the man faced bird that shoots lightning, I get a psychic bird with a penchant for precognition. It's not all powerful, it just gives me a hint of what's coming, like a Spider-Sense. Natu can do way more but Future Sight is most useful right now in this situation.

As I begin to reach for the door, I feel a prick in the back of my mind. I scowled, there's probably a cursed spirit ready to ambush whoever opens the door. How annoying.

"Natu, be my second eye." I channel cursed energy into my legs and feet and kick the door down.The wood splinters and the door flies off a few feet. I look around while Natu looks straight ahead. The prickly feeling is gone but there's no dissolving corpse either.

"Well then, into the belly of the beast." I begin to walk in, stepping past the door I just caved in.

The first room I walked into was the living room, ironically named considering what went down here. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the cleaners did a good job. Made me feel a little bad about breaking down the door, but the cursed energy here was way denser. This was where the cursed spirit was born but it didn't go into a rampage afterwards.

Unusually coherent birth, I mentally noted, for what might be a vengeful spirit.

Natu hasn't reacted to anything so I continued forwards.

As I continued through the hallway, Natu suddenly chirped and looked at the door to my left. A closed door so I reach for the doorknob, no pricks. It swings inwards and I look in. Stairs leading to the bottom.

“Basement,” I murmured. "It is always a basement."

Stepping any further into a curse's domain would be risky, so let's turn it into my own. I stop at the top of the stairs. I form my hands in the shape of a mouth, thumb, index, and ring all touching at the point. My shadow hazily lengthens as a short figure emerges.

"Croagunk, I choose you."

A dark blue bipedal frog appears at my side, its yellow eyes sharp and attentive, ready to take orders.

"Croagunk, we're going to fumigate the basement." I ordered. Croagunk nods once and starts inflating the sacs on its cheek. A purple gas hisses out of its mouth and begins to creep down the stairs.

At first, nothing. And then a sharp shock went through my mind, Croagunk stiffened.
I threw up a block with my arms, preemptively reinforcing it with cursed energy as a dark limb rocketed from the depths out of the poisonous smoke and struck me. The impact rattles my bones but I brace myself.

"Gotcha!" I grab the arm and brace myself against the wall, preventing it from traveling back down. "Croagunk, Poison Jab!"

Croagunk darts between my legs, its hand glowing with toxic energy as the frog punches the arm. Whatever is in the basement screams in agony as it tries to break its hand free from my grip.

"Natu! Get down there and show me what you see!"

Natu, who was on my shoulder, leaps down and slides down the elongated arm. In a matter of seconds, it reaches the bottom and visions flicker in my mind, I can see the cursed spirit. It's humanoid and sickly looking, even more so because of my poison. And it is long, its head and knees touching the ceiling while it sits in a fetal position.

Its arms however are long and boneless. No wonder the Window didn't see anything, it trapped itself in the basement somehow and its arms are its only means of interacting with anything within the house. This is going to be pretty simple, as long as it keeps itself in the basement.

But of course, it's never that easy. As soon as I thought that, the house began to rumble. Natu informs me that the other arm of the creature is starting to thrash while the arm I'm holding on stretches out and knocks me against the wall. My grip loosens and it travels back down the stairs.

Shit.

My last vision of the creature is of it clawing and punching the collapsing ceiling of the basement. It's trying to escape. Natu rapidly hops out of the stairs and gets back onto my shoulder.

"Croagunk, we’re moving." The frog nods its head and three of us make for the entrance.

Outside, Geto’s sitting calmly on a folding stool.

“I can still feel the spirit,” he says with a half-smile. “Throwing in the towel already?”

"Not at all, change of plans. Do you want this thing for your collection?"

The side wall of the house bursts open and the cursed spirit breaks free. Its body unfolds grotesquely. As its body straightens out, its long arms remain dragged on the ground.

I get into a fighting stance while Geto sighs, floating upward atop a winged cursed spirit he’s just summoned. “I’ll stay out of the way for now."

The cursed spirit has stood straight up, it's humongous. The spirit is easily thirty, maybe forty feet tall. It's a grade 1 in size for sure, what cursed technique does it have? It definitely grew compared to what Natu was showing me. Does it have some sort of growing technique?

"Shit." I mutter. “All right then. You had your chance to die quietly in the basement.”

I channel cursed energy into my limbs while Croagunk leans down low. “Now we’ll have to do it the hard way.”

The cursed spirit’s head twitches, then snaps toward me. A flicker and a prick in my mind as a fist whips towards me. I leap up to dodge the strike.

"Croagunk, use Venoshock!"

Croagunk puffs out its cheeks and sprays a thick gunk at the arm. The toxin clings to its body like glue, sizzling where it touches the cursed flesh. A quick analysis tells me that this thing isn't as poisoned as I thought it would be. Venoshock would've chewed through the flesh and bone if it was.

I watch the cursed spirit ready another punch, looking like it's compressing its arm to shoot out like a bullet. It must think I'm defenseless in the air, too bad for it.

When another fist shoots out at me in the air, Natu’s eyes flare with psychic power, and my body jerks sideways midair as Natu pulls me clear of the blow. I land on the arm, the whole thing pulsates with my impact, balancing myself as it returns to the spirit.

Pressing my feet against the arm, I leap up with Natu's psychic assistance. The thing's face looks even more grotesque up close. I grimace at the sight of the repeating faces dotted within the skin of the cursed spirit. They must have been the family that ended up birthing this abomination.

"With me, Natu!" Natu's eyes glow and with it, my fist. I throw a psychically enhanced punch at the spirit's face. The impact sends the cursed spirit stepping back a few steps. I safely drop to the ground as Croagunk dashes up to rejoin me.

"As one! Croagunk, Low Kick! Let's bring this guy down!" Croagunk darts forward with me as our legs glow with cursed energy before we stomp into the cursed spirit's ankle with a wet pop and crack. The creature howls an indescribable noise as its knees buckle and crashes to the ground.

"Now, Toxic!"

Arguably the strongest Poison move. It took a while to teach Croagunk that something like this was possible, a sure poisoning attack that rapidly increased in deadliness with time. The trade-off: it required a monumental charge-up. But this opponent was slow, I had time.

Croagunk rapidly inflated and deflated its cheek sacs as it churned a deadly toxin within. Meanwhile, I whaled on the creature's face to keep it off balance. It's grade 1 in durability for sure.

A prick in my mind caused me to stop, Future Sight was still active and it was warning me.

"Stop churning Croagunk! Leap away!" I quickly ordered. Croagunk's bright yellow eyes widened as it quickly sidestepped out of the way. Just in time, a fist rocketed out of the ground where it just was.

The cursed spirit screeches and rages at the missed blow. Its arms twist and contort like serpents, pounding the ground in frustration.

“If you’re so eager to die! Then I’ll finish this quickly for you!” I hissed. This thing’s durability was insane, Toxic could finish it off but I’d rather just get it over with. I form a fist over an open hand, a hand sign for summoning the Divine Dogs of the Ten Shadows Technique. But in my case, it’s the everloyal companion:

“Pikachu,” Shadows coil and spark around my feet. “I choose you.”

Shadow erupts into static. Electricity crackles through the air. A diminutive shape forms itself at my feet into the iconic yellow mouse of the franchise.

“Thunderbolt.”

And the world ignited.


Geto lands beside me, dusting his uniform with the same calm he started with.

“Not bad,” he says, glancing at the smoldering corpse. His curse technique activates, the dissipating remains forms into a small black orb in Geto’s hands. I watch as he swallows the ball, seeing if I can spot his expression break from the taste. I don’t see much of anything.

“You handled it well.”

“Well?” I pant. “I'd say that was flawless.”

He smirks. “That is very true. Then allow me to be the first to commend you for a job well done. Congratulations, Semi-Grade 1 Sorcerer Anon.”

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Pub: 30 Oct 2025 19:58 UTC

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