It didn't take long for Megumi to get the hang of his work. He was soon handling exorcism missions with remarkable efficiency — like a tireless, nuclear-powered donkey hauling in cash for the household.
Toji couldn't have been prouder. He often thought that coming back to take care of his kids had been the best decision of his life. After all, the money he once made selling Megumi to the Zenin clan couldn't compare to the steady flow this boy was now bringing in.
He truly had a good son.
Tokyo Jujutsu High
After finishing a mission, Megumi ran into his homeroom teacher, Gojo, who was chatting casually with his uncle, Jinsuke.
"I'm going on a business trip soon," Gojo said with his usual lazy grin. "So, the affairs of the school are in your hands for now. Try not to let anything blow up, yeah?"
He looked rather pleased with himself.
"I'll be heading overseas for a bit. Probably won't be back for a while."
Of course, it wasn't exactly business.He just had some loose ends to tie up — and maybe an excuse to check in on Yuta, who'd been sent abroad.
"Public-funded vacation, huh? Must be nice," Jinsuke muttered, giving him a flat look. "But why bother telling me? I don't care where you go."
"Aw, don't be like that," Gojo said, pouting theatrically. "We're both teachers, aren't we? Gotta look out for each other!"
Jinsuke didn't even blink.
Seeing no reaction, Gojo sighed and dropped the act, his tone turning slightly more serious.
"Alright, alright — jokes aside. Keep an eye out, will you? I've got a bad feeling lately."
Gojo always trusted his instincts. And lately, the world had been too quiet. Ever since the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, there hadn't been a single major incident.
That kind of peace didn't feel natural — not with him, the walking embodiment of imbalance, still alive and kicking.
"Heh… looks like your intuition's working again," Jinsuke smirked. "Just don't end up sliced into two and a half Gojos one day."
"Two and a half— what?" Gojo blinked. "I'm being serious here."
Before the argument could continue, a familiar voice interrupted.
"Uncle. Gojo-sensei."
Megumi had approached, hesitating for a moment before deciding he couldn't just walk past the two of them without greeting.
"Oh, Megumi. Talking with your uncle about some work," Gojo said lightly. "You're off to another mission?"
"It's the task you assigned yesterday," Megumi replied.
"Oh, right — the one about retrieving that special grade cursed object. Important mission," Gojo nodded. "If anything happens, call your uncle, alright?"
He turned to Jinsuke
."I'll be gone soon, so I'll leave that matter to you. It's a special grade cursed object, after all — your favorite kind. You won't say no, right?"
Jinsuke rolled his eyes. If it were a special grade curse, sure — that would've been fun. But a cursed object? You couldn't fight or kill that. Boring.
If it weren't for the fact that the object in question was one of Sukuna's fingers, he wouldn't have bothered looking at it twice.
"…I'll be going, then," Megumi said, scratching his head. Adults talking business — better not to stick around.
He headed off to retrieve the cursed object.
As Megumi disappeared down the hall, Gojo folded his arms
."That kid… doesn't take after Toji at all, huh?"
How could that guy have such a polite, well-mannered genius for a son?
"Maybe he's more like his mother," Jinsuke said. He agreed — Megumi and Toji were nothing alike. Of course, for all they knew, the boy might just be putting on an act around them.
"Anyway, enough chatting. I'm off," Gojo said, giving Jinsuke's shoulder a pat. "When I'm back, I'll bring you guys some souvenirs. And don't forget my warning."
Then, with a lazy wave, he vanished down the corridor. Originally, he'd planned to leave in a few days — but seeing how calm things were at the school, he decided he might as well leave right away. He could use a week of relaxation.
After all, what could possibly go wrong?
"…Still as rude as ever," Jinsuke muttered, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder. "Souvenirs, huh?"
Meanwhile…
Megumi arrived at a school located on the outskirts of the city. He stopped by a grassy field where a storage box was placed upright beside the road.
"Seriously?" he muttered. "Leaving a special grade cursed object in this kind of place? Way too careless."
He opened the box door—
"…Huh?"
It was empty.
Megumi frowned and stuck his head inside, searching every corner.Nothing.
"Gone?"
He straightened, his expression turning grim. Could someone have taken it?
If an ordinary person touched that object… it would be a disaster.
Without hesitation, Megumi pulled out his phone and called his uncle.
"Uncle, the cursed object isn't here. It's gone."
"Not found, huh?" Jinsuke's voice came through lazily. "Look around. Ask the locals if they saw anything. That thing's dangerous — can't let it fall into civilian hands."
The line went dead.
"…Hung up on me?"
Megumi sighed. "So I'm supposed to handle this alone, huh?"
Sometimes, his uncle really was just as unreliable as Gojo.
Still, he didn't dare disobey and began investigating immediately.
After a full day of searching, Megumi finally traced the object's trail to a student known as Yuji Itadori, the so-called Tiger of West Junior High.
"You're Yuji Itadori, right?" Megumi said when he found him at the hospital.
"I'm Megumi Fushiguro from Jujutsu High. There's something I need to talk to you about."
"Eh? Can it wait? I'm in mourning right now, kinda busy," Yuji replied, clearly not taking him seriously.
Megumi didn't waste time — he grabbed Yuji and dragged him into a dimly lit corner.
"There's no time. The cursed object you have is dangerous. Hand it over immediately."
"Cursed object?"
Yuji blinked, confused — but when Megumi showed him the photo, he recognized it instantly.
"Oh, that thing? Yeah, I picked it up. Don't have it anymore though — my senpais wanted to check it out. Is it really that dangerous?"
He shrugged, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation.
Megumi frowned, his tone sharp.
"It's not a toy. That object was meant for exorcising curses, but over time, the seal weakened. Now it doesn't repel curses — it attracts them.
If mishandled, it could cause a large-scale disaster."
"Really?" Yuji scratched his head, then handed Megumi the empty box.
"The finger's with my senpais. If you want it, you'll have to find them yourself. Doesn't bother me either way.
Oh, right — they said they were planning to unwrap the bandages around it tonight."
"…What?!"
Megumi's expression darkened. He stared at the empty box, panic flashing through his eyes.
"They're going to unseal it?"
"Is that bad?" Yuji asked innocently. "They'll be fine, right?"
Megumi's hand was already on his phone, dialing frantically. His gaze hardened as he met Yuji's eyes.
"'Bad' doesn't even begin to cover it.
If they do that—
they're dead."