In front of the convenience store.
Itadori drank the broth from his cup ramen, visibly shaken.
There had been too many shocking revelations at once.
About the world of jujutsu.
About his parents, and about himself.
'Is all of this actually real?'
Cursed Techniques and Cursed Spirits.
They had originally been things his eyes could not perceive, things he had no connection to.
But as of today, that connection existed.
Now he could see them clearly.
Until now, he had simply been lucky.
He'd lived as a straight-laced member of the go-home club, so he had never had the chance to get involved.
When he sharpened all five senses and focused, a new world opened before him.
Though there had been things he could already see, even before that.
Especially techniques that used blood.
The strange man claiming to be his older brother was proof enough of that.
Itadori was rattled for a moment, but he accepted reality quickly.
He was the type who adapted fast.