Chapter 63: Two-Tomoe Sharingan.
The next day.
The alarm clock didn't ring as usual. Tatsuro was currently sprawled on his bed in a star shape, talking nonsense in his sleep, "Whoever doesn't drink until they puke today isn't leaving. Toge can't drink... or we'll all die..."
The sun had already risen. Feeling thirsty, Tatsuro slowly woke up, rubbing his aching forehead and muttering under his breath, "Hiss, how much did I even drink yesterday?"
"Uhh..."
Looking at the plain white ceiling above and the sunlight seeping in from the balcony, Tatsuro instantly became wide awake. He sat up, looked around, and although he knew his eyes would recover, he couldn't help but shout with joy, "Woohoo! I can see! I'm not disabled anymore!"
This cheer woke up Shura, who was still sleeping. It drooped its ears, gave its master a bewildered look, then changed its position and continued to sleep.
Yesterday, its master had poured something into its mouth, making it feel dizzy and its vision distorted.
Tatsuro excitedly picked up his phone, observing his eyes in the black screen's reflection. As cursed energy flowed in, his black pupils gradually turned crimson. One tomoe slowly appeared, but it didn't end there.
Sensing that his eyes could store even more cursed energy, Tatsuro seemed to realize something. As more and more cursed energy was infused, a knowing smile appeared on his face, right up until the birth of another tomoe!
The two-tomoe Sharingan was fully displayed. For some reason, with the birth of the second tomoe, he could feel an increase in his body's cursed energy; it seemed to be more than before.
Tatsuro opened the system panel.
[Host: Tatsuro]
[Cursed Energy: 1000, Second-Grade Sorcerer]
[Stamina: 20]
[Dojutsu: Two-Tomoe Sharingan]
[Ninjutsu: Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation, Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique, Summoning Technique, Substitution Technique.]
[Taijutsu: Self-Defense Arts, Military Fist, Sanda, Jeet Kune Do, Two Months' Sky Sword Style.]
Second-grade...
Tatsuro frowned, seeming a bit surprised by this situation. Although he knew the Sharingan's evolution would bring an increase, he hadn't expected it to be this much, directly reaching second-grade sorcerer.
Interesting.
Deactivating his Sharingan, Tatsuro took a deep breath, his mood becoming cheerful. With the two-tomoe Sharingan, it seemed he no longer needed to fear Aoi Todo.
Besides, his own seniors were no pushovers. He'd let those two similarly built guys fight each other, and he could just focus on picking off the weaker opponents. Other things could wait until the system issued a mission.
For some reason, he felt he could make a big score.
"Hmm hmm hmm..."
Tatsuro hummed a little tune as he got out of bed. After drinking his first glass of water for the day, he went into the bathroom, quickly rinsed off, changed clothes, and headed out directly.
As for Shura...
He seemed to have gotten Shura drunk with two bottles yesterday when he himself was out of it. It would be absurd if Shura could get up now.
It was only 7:30 AM, but only Zenin Maki and Inumaki Toge were at the training grounds. The others seemed to still be in a deep sleep, not yet awake.
Tatsuro looked at the two who were jogging, stretched his limbs a bit, and then joined them.
Inumaki Toge and Zenin Maki also noticed that Tatsuro's eyes had recovered.
Zenin Maki said, "Your eyes recovered pretty quickly. I was originally planning to go to the cafeteria to get you food later."
Inumaki Toge chimed in, "Salmon."
"Yeah, Doctor Shoko did say they'd recover in about half a day or a day. It wasn't as exaggerated as the three or four days Gojo-sensei mentioned," Tatsuro explained.
"Is that so? Then how about a spar later?"
Facing Zenin Maki's invitation to spar, Tatsuro smiled slightly and said, "I'd be happy to oblige."
He also needed to test just how strong the two-tomoe Sharingan was. How long had it been since he transmigrated? He had already evolved his eyes from one tomoe to two. In a way, he was a genius.
He also knew Great Fireball Technique and Great Fire Annihilation. If this were a ninja academy, he would have graduated early. But the tough part was that he was in Jujutsu Kaisen, where there were too many geniuses.
It made him feel like a good-for-nothing...
After running a dozen laps around the training ground, Inumaki Toge sat on the side drinking water, his eyes fixed on the two in the field. For some reason, Tatsuro had a different feel today; his eyes seemed clearer than before.
Zenin Maki swung the long staff in her hand a few times and said, "Tatsuro, are you sure you don't want a wooden sword?"
"No need. Since we're getting serious, my fists will be enough!" As Tatsuro spoke, his body was covered in crimson cursed energy, his two-tomoe Sharingan fully revealed.
"Interesting, his eyes have changed again." Zenin Maki muttered to herself, knowing that the current Tatsuro was not the same as before. She shouted to Inumaki Toge beside her, "Get the naginata from my bag for me, Toge!"
"Salmon!" Inumaki Toge picked up the nearby backpack, unzipped it, took out the naginata from inside, and tossed it to Zenin Maki in the field.
Zenin Maki threw the wooden staff aside, caught the flying naginata, twirled it twice, lowered her stance, and said, "Let's begin!"
"Hmph! Today, I'll definitely turn the tables on you!" Tatsuro declared and immediately moved. He could feel the current power of his Sharingan. The illusions created by a one-tomoe Sharingan were largely ineffective against jujutsu sorcerers or those with strong willpower, but now with two tomoe, he could create brief illusions for them.
On the battlefield, even a moment's distraction is fatal!
"Ridiculous! No matter how your eyes evolve, you're going down today!" Zenin Maki took a deep breath, her calves tensed powerfully, and holding her naginata, she slashed directly at Tatsuro.
Step! Step!
Tatsuro moved forward two steps, planted himself firmly in a horse stance, his mouth slightly open as he drew a breath into his lungs, letting strength flow throughout his body. The two tomoe in his eyes spun rapidly, staring intently at the approaching naginata.
When the naginata was about to strike the young man, he moved. His right hand clenched into a fist and struck out fiercely at the naginata's handle, using all his primordial strength. The muscles on his right arm bulged, distinct like long worms.
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out. The naginata, originally slashing towards Tatsuro, was now knocked off course. It slid past him and stuck firmly into the ground.
But Zenin Maki, holding the weapon, wasn't concerned. She released the handle and threw several punches at Tatsuro, forcibly pushing him back. Then she pulled the naginata from the ground and continued her pursuit, swinging it.
As a cursed tool expert, she was proficient in various weapons and naturally familiar with switching between different combat styles. This was how she used to thrash Tatsuro.
Once his eyes got used to one style, she would change her approach, making it impossible for him to react in time. Gradually, he wouldn't be able to take it, until he closed those eyes.
And then, there would be nothing left. Without those special eyes, he could only be crushed.
After all, not everyone was like her; this martial skill of hers was something she had forced herself to practice since childhood. She could make countless mistakes, but he could only make one!