Chapter 107: Brothers Born of Different Fathers and Mothers
"Just as I said."
Toho Hiroshi turned around, his gaze calmly sweeping over the shocked crowd, finally resting on Itadori Yuji, who still looked utterly lost. "Itadori, your birth was no accident. You are a 'creation' meticulously designed by Kenjaku to be Sukuna's vessel."
"As for Choso and his nine brothers, they are 'Cursed Wombs' born from a forbidden experiment Kenjaku conducted even earlier, mixing his own bloodline with Cursed Spirits and humans."
"From the perspective of your 'creator,' you indeed share the same 'relative'—though this father is a thousand-year-old Curse User who occupies the bodies of others."
He looked at Choso: "The sensation of blood connection cannot be faked, can it, Choso?"
Choso nodded heavily, staring intensely at Itadori, his eyes mixing guilt, affection, and the excitement of having found something lost: "Yes... that feeling of being connected by blood cannot be wrong! Yuji, you are my brother! We have other brothers too."
"Wait! Wait!"
Itadori Yuji clutched his head, feeling his brain about to overload. "My mother was possessed? I was a 'manufactured' vessel? And now I suddenly have a group of Cursed Spirit brothers?"
The sheer volume of information far exceeded what he could handle, making him feel dizzy.
He had always thought he was just a normal teenager, maybe slightly better at sports, until he swallowed Sukuna's finger and got dragged into the Jujutsu World.
But now, someone was telling him that his birth itself was a conspiracy?
"Itadori!"
Seeing this, Fushiguro Megumi immediately stepped forward to support the staggering Itadori, glaring angrily at Toho Hiroshi and Choso. "What exactly are you trying to achieve? Saying all this now!"
Shoko also spoke coldly: "Hao, don't you think it's despicable to use methods like this to disturb a child's mind?"
"Recognizing your true nature is the first step toward understanding the cruelty of the world."
Toho Hiroshi's tone remained completely steady. "Itadori, you always thought you were an ordinary person accidentally dragged into this, but the truth is, you were destined to be entangled with curses since birth."
"This is reality. It is the inescapable 'truth' that you, Tsumiki, Rika, and countless others are currently facing or are about to face."
He looked back at Itadori, a vortex seemingly swirling in his Rinnegan. "Now, do you still insist on releasing Gojo Satoru immediately? After learning the truth of your own birth?"
"Standing right in front of you is an 'older brother' who lost his siblings because of Gojo Satoru. Is releasing the man who prioritizes power but fundamentally fails to prevent such tragedies truly your well-considered choice?"
Itadori Yuji suddenly looked up at Choso.
The concern in Choso's eyes for his younger brother was undisguised.
"I..."
Itadori opened his mouth, but for a moment, he couldn't shout "I want to save Teacher Gojo" with the same certainty as before.
He sympathized with Choso's past, but he also firmly believed in his comrades.
The two emotions violently clashed within him, causing him immense pain.
"That's enough, Senior Toho."
Yuta Okkotsu interrupted this psychological assault targeting Itadori. He shielded Itadori behind him, calmly facing Toho Hiroshi. "No matter Itadori's origin, his current will and choices are what matter most."
"Similarly, Rika's thoughts require you to confirm them personally. We will go find Rika now."
He looked at Fushiguro Megumi again: "Fushiguro, regarding Miss Tsumiki's situation..."
Fushiguro Megumi clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his flesh.
His older sister Tsumiki was his greatest weakness, and Toho Hiroshi had precisely seized upon it.
The hope of waking his sister was within reach, but the price might be endorsing Toho Hiroshi's insane plan, or at least a temporary compromise.
"I will take you to see my sister."
Fushiguro Megumi took a deep breath and made his decision.
He could not abandon any chance of waking Tsumiki, but he would absolutely not endorse the eye of the moon plan.
He would take things one step at a time; waking his sister was the priority.
"A wise choice."
Toho Hiroshi nodded slightly. "Then, the itinerary is set."
"Yuta, you and I will go see Rika. Then Megumi will take me to Tsumiki. As for Itadori..."
His gaze fell once more on the struggling pink-haired teenager: "You and your 'older brother' Choso should have a good talk. Until you both understand each other, and you have truly thought things through, the topic of unsealing Gojo Satoru will be postponed."
"otouto."
Choso took a step forward and extended his hand toward Itadori, his eyes filled with cautious anticipation. "Can we talk alone? I want to know everything about you."
Itadori Yuji looked at the hand reaching out to him, then at the grave expressions of Fushiguro Megumi and Yuta Okkotsu, and finally his gaze settled on Toho Hiroshi's unfathomable Rinnegan.
He realized he had stepped into a vortex far more complex and dark than he had ever imagined.
His background, his beliefs, and his simple desire to save his teacher had all become pieces on the board that the opponent could use.
The teenager clenched his fists, feeling so powerless for the first time. But he finally raised his head, his eyes confused yet still holding a spark of unquenched fire.
"I... I'll talk to you."
He said to Choso, then looked at Toho Hiroshi, "But, I will never give up on saving Teacher Gojo."
"Once I figure things out, I will definitely come back for you!"
Toho Hiroshi neither confirmed nor denied, merely saying faintly, "I look forward to your choice after you 'truly understand'."
"Shoko, are you coming with us?"
Shoko stood still, silent for a moment.
She looked at Toho Hiroshi, this man who was once familiar but now utterly strange, and slowly shook her head.
"No, Toho."
Her voice carried fatigue. "I will not participate in your 'persuasion.' Neither Rika nor Tsumiki's fates should become bargaining chips in your plan."
She paused, her eyes sharpening. "But as a doctor, if Tsumiki requires treatment, I will do my best, no matter where. This is my principle, and it has nothing to do with what kind of world you want to create."
Toho Hiroshi did not seem surprised; he merely nodded gently. "You are still the same. That's fine."
He said no more, signaling Yuta Okkotsu and Fushiguro Megumi that they could depart.
Yuta Okkotsu gave Itadori a deep look and whispered, "Itadori, stay calm, wait for us to return." He then glanced warily at Choso before turning to follow Toho Hiroshi.
Fushiguro Megumi also patted Itadori's shoulder, his eyes complex, finally only saying, "Be careful." Then he silently walked ahead to lead the way.
Inside the quiet room, only Itadori Yuji, Choso, and Shoko, who was about to leave, remained.
"otouto..." Choso spoke again, his tone carrying a trace of hurried and clumsy tenderness.
"Don't call me that!" Itadori suddenly stepped back, his eyes confused and pained. "I... I need to be alone! I need to think!" He glanced at Choso, then at Shoko, and abruptly turned and rushed out of the quiet room.
"Yuji!" Choso immediately tried to follow.
"Let him be alone for a while." Shoko stopped him, her tone calm but absolute. "Being suddenly told a truth like that, any young person needs time to process it. If you press too hard, you'll only push him further away."
Choso stopped, looking in the direction Itadori had vanished, his fists clenched, his face etched with frustration and worry, but he knew Shoko was right.
"I... I just want to protect him."
Choso muttered, sounding like he was justifying himself and speaking to himself at the same time. "Kenjaku... that man created us only to use us. I don't want Yuji to get dragged in or hurt anymore."
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