Transmigrated as Sukuna, but the Host is Yukinoshita?

Chapter 215: The Real Deal Approach

“Come to think of it, why did Fujinuma suddenly lose all belief in paranormal events right after Yukinoshita-senpai said we were part of the Paranormal Club?”

On their way to the 88 Bridges, Itadori Yuuji asked curiously.

“Isn’t this attitude shift too quick?”

“Probably because, no matter which school’s Paranormal Club is discussed, they generally give off the impression that these clubs are self-performed activities or casual gatherings,” Fushiguro Megumi said lightly.

He understood somewhat.

If he wasn’t a jujutsu sorcerer and didn’t know about curse spirits and curses, someone telling him he belonged to a paranormal group would likely be met with disbelief.

Perhaps someone who was initially skeptical might start thinking they imagined things after such an explanation.

“This has become a stereotype,” Itadori Yuuji said with an awkward smile as he pulled a corner of his mouth up.

He had been a part of the Paranormal Club himself before swallowing Sukuna’s finger and being transferred to High Specialized.

If it weren’t for finding the sealed Sukuna finger at school and handing it over to a senior within the club, he might still be attending Sugasawa Third High.

It’s unknown how the seniors are doing now.

Thinking of this, images of the two seniors surfaced in Itadori Yuuji’s mind, and his lips curled slightly.

The black car sped along the road, quickly reaching what was called the “suicide圣地,” the 88 Bridges.

After parking by the roadside, the four people got out.

According to Fujinuma Shizuo’s description, she must have been cursed and showed signs of imminent curse death. Yukinoshita Yukino had Kugisaki Nobara stay behind, who was knowledgeable about curse killings, to protect her stealthily.

The remaining members came to the 88 Bridges hoping to find something.

“Alright! Let’s get started!” Itadori Yuuji said energetically as he held a sturdy nylon rope.

“Where do you plan on starting your investigation?” Nitta Akira asked curiously.

“Haven’t Fujinuma Kyoji already stated that bungee jumping at the 88 Bridges used to be popular among mischievous teens?” Yukinoshita Yukino said calmly. “Naturally, we should try bungee jumping.”

What! Are we really using that kind of rope!?

A young assistant director with yellow hair looked shockingly at the nylon rope in Itadori Yuuji’s hand, unable to speak for a long while.

Although the nylon rope seemed sturdy, its elasticity was limited, right? Dropping straight from the bridge—

Before Nitta Akira could finish thinking, Fushiguro Megumi took the nylon rope from Itadori Yuuji, calculated its length and the bridge height, then tied one end to the bridge and the other around the leg of the pink-haired boy.

“Hey, Fushiguro, didn’t you get the length wrong?”

While starting with enthusiasm, Itadori Yuuji felt a primal fear when standing between the guardrails and looking down.

“Maybe,” Fushiguro Megumi replied coolly.

“Maybe!? What if I die!”

Itadori Yuuji turned abruptly, but his body involuntarily leaned forward, causing him to fall.

Fushiguro Megumi silently retracted his hand, leaning his head over the rail, watching Itadori Yuuji recede farther away. The rope kept dragging until it tightened suddenly, restraining falling Itadori.

A shrill scream echoed from beneath the bridge at that moment.

“Quack!”

The sharp cry of the familiar god, Nue, rang out, followed by its silhouette passing low overhead.

This was why Fushiguro Megumi dared to push Itadori Yuuji, even with an approximate estimate; the owl god would save him if the rope was too long.

Seeing less than a meter between him and the ground, the pink-haired boy hadn’t recovered yet. His heart pounded, vision flickered, and back drenched with cold sweat.

But gradually, feeling returned, a thrilling rush surged through him, and the joy from the adrenaline rush made Itadori Yuuji shout out uncontrollably.

He bent down, unlashing the rope from his ankle, and landing smoothly.

The other three arrived at the foot of the bridge via another path. Nitta Akira observed Itadori Yuuji, hopping about and displaying a hint of lingering excitement, marveling quietly.

Had this been him, he would have surely buckled.

To think his physical abilities were so astounding; normally, harsh tugs from nylon ropes lacking elasticity would injure anyone, yet He remained unscathed.

“How did it go? Did you find anything?” Yukinoshita Yukino questioned while gauging the surrounding area.

“Emm…”

Itadori Yuuji scratched his head, placed hand under chin, eyes closed in deep thought, before shaking his head, baffled: “Nothing special.”

“I sensed no traces of curses or curse spirits near us,” Fushiguro Megumi added.

“This suggests jumping from the bridge isn’t a trigger for curses…” Yukinoshita Yukino paused, then asked, “Could it be that one is already cursed but unaware since the curse is still dormant?”

“In a jujutsu sorcerer, this wouldn’t happen as curses rely on curse energy. Even during the incubation period, a jujutsu sorcerer would detect a cursed body,” Fushiguro Megumi explained.

Having learned more comprehensively, Fushiguro Megumi surpassed in knowledge compared to Yukinoshita Yukino, partly due to being raised by Gojo Satoru.

Despite falling behind in strength, which embarrassed FushiguroMegumi, thinking about Riri, who was better in both skill and personality, brought acceptance.

It was Itadori Yuuji, also a latecomer like him, who fueled Fushiguro Megumi’s sense of urgency.

Inhuman physical endurance, extraordinary reflexes, and remarkable senses in combat.

His growth in strength was astonishing…

“Hey Megumi.” A memory of a conversation with Gojo Satoru flashed through the hedgehog-haired teen’s mind, “Your abilities and talents are not inferior to Yuuji. The only thing missing is your resolve.”

“Megumi, don’t you lack sincerity during battles?”

Sincerity… You must be kidding. Do I fight without giving it my all?

Megumi couldn’t help but smirk.

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That bustling summer.