[209]: Moving

Only nobles from Kyoto possessed strange and extraordinary powers. As descendants of the aristocracy, they were born with abilities that commoners like them could never hope to attain.

That was what they had always been told.

The difference between nobility and the poor was as vast as the heavens and the earth.

Cyr, who was only pretending to be unconscious while actually resting with his eyes closed, couldn't figure out why this couple was so dead-set on thinking he was from Kyoto.

Even if he could read their thoughts, he would've just scoffed in contempt.

That whole notion of noble bloodlines being inherently superior didn't quite translate in him.

By the fourth morning, Cyr's stiff body finally regained sensation—meaning he could move again. No more lying around!

Honestly, the couple hadn't done much in the beginning—just left him lying on the floor. Later, maybe out of guilt, they tossed a blanket under him. Still hard as a rock though. Honestly, the living conditions here were even worse than Meteor Street in the Hunter world…

The only upside? It didn't smell as bad as Meteor Street.

The moment he could move, he stood up.

The man—who'd looked like a walking corpse a few days ago—seemed in decent shape today. No more coughing or wheezing, even looked a bit rosy.

He'd clearly figured it out: he hadn't been sick—he'd been entangled by a monster. No wonder all that medicine hadn't worked.

Seeing his savior finally awake, the man eagerly stepped forward to express his thanks.

"Thank you, noble one…" he had barely gotten the words out when the white-haired boy cut him off.

"Where is this?" Cyr glanced around the low-ceilinged house, clicked his tongue, and sat down—one leg folded beneath him, the other bent.

This place was so cramped, he could touch the ceiling just by standing. To get outside, he'd have to duck.

The man in front of him looked maybe a little over 160 cm tall. The woman was barely 150.

Yeah…

Classic

"This is Odakiri Castle…" the man answered nervously, bowing low as he introduced the place.

Never heard of it. Was there really such a place in Japanese history?

Then again, Japanese history didn't include cursed spirits and sorcerers either.

This was anime-world logic. Fair enough.

"Tch…" Cyr rubbed his temples, clearly irritated.

The man held his breath, terrified of upsetting this "nobleman."

"System, what about my mission?" Cyr asked internally.

They'd already messed up the timeline—what was he even doing here now?

[Currently in planning.]

The system's voice was icy and emotionless.

"That Hunter world's world consciousness sure holds a grudge. This world probably has one too, right? If I mess up the plot here again, is it gonna come after me next?" Cyr muttered mentally, his lip twitching.

He really didn't want to go through another get-chased-out-like-a-stray-dog scenario.

[Main mission now generated—]

[Mission 1: Grow stronger. Max out compatibility. Turn borrowed skills into your own exclusive techniques.]

[Mission 2: Kill the world consciousness.]

The system's voice remained as cold and merciless as ever.

For a moment, Cyr was speechless.

Had the system forgotten how they were chased around by the world consciousness in the Hunter world? Kill the world consciousness? Seriously?

Who was supposed to do the killing? Him?

Cyr couldn't tell if he should mock the system for its wild imagination or be touched by its blind trust in him.

What even was the world consciousness, anyway? Did it have a physical form? Was it even killable with normal means? This all sounded like a pain in the ass…

And turning the character's abilities into his own "exclusive" skills? That didn't sound easy either.

All because he ran his mouth asking one stupid question.

"Milord… may I ask your name?" the man, not hearing the youth speak for a while, finally asked nervously.

"…" Cyr fell into deep thought.

Since this was the Jujutsu Kaisen world, pretending to be from one of the Big Three clans seemed fair, right?

Zen'in Cyr? Gojo Cyr? Kamo Cyr? Which one sounded better?

Actually, this wasn't even something to fuss about.

"Gojo Cyr." Cyr smirked, indulging in a bit of mischief as he made up a fake name.

"Gojo…?" The man seemed to have heard that surname before. His posture became even more respectful.

That reaction… did the Three Great Clans already exist in this era?

Wait—this was the Heian period. Back then, commoners didn't even have surnames.

Only nobles had surnames, usually gifted by the emperor. So maybe it wasn't that he recognized "Gojo"—he was just being respectful because Cyr had a surname at all.

"How do I get to Kyoto?" Cyr asked lazily.

If he was right, the noble families like the Big Three should all be in Kyoto. That meant more interesting stuff would probably happen there.

"Uh…" The man lowered his head.

For someone who'd never left his birthplace, figuring out how to reach a city filled with nobles was a daunting task.

"…" Cyr sighed in resignation.

Forget it. Why make things hard for the guy? He'd find the way himself. Might as well treat it like a stroll to clear his head.

"I'm leaving. Oh, right—" Cyr stood up, patted himself down, and took off the two earrings he'd been wearing.

Genuine silver with ruby inlays, finely crafted. He'd bought them back in the Hunter world, spent a few million Jennies on them.

They were usually matched to specific outfits, and he only wore those outfits once anyway.

Since he'd been immobilized the past few days, he hadn't changed clothes. These earrings had ended up being the ones he wore the longest.

He wouldn't wear them again. Might as well repurpose them.

"Consider it payment for the lodging." He tossed the earrings down and walked out of the house.

Sure, the woman was the one who fished him out of the sea—but he'd killed a cursed spirit for them. That made them even.

They'd given him a place to stay for three days. Paying for it made sense.

"This is too precious, milord…" The man stared at the gleaming ruby earrings, not even daring to touch them for fear of soiling them. He rushed out to call after the youth—but Cyr was already gone.

The first thing Cyr did after leaving the house was find a place to summon Maro and Sora.

"Milord?!"

Freshly summoned and still disoriented, Maro and Sora were momentarily confused, their memories still stuck on the Dark Continent. They couldn't figure out how they'd ended up in this strange new place.

But the moment they saw the familiar figure of their master, they immediately calmed.

"I need a bath." Cyr said flatly, frowning as he rubbed his temple.

He hadn't changed clothes in three or four days. It was unbearable. He hadn't even activated Limitless yet, and he'd been soaked in the sea earlier—his clothes still had dried salt crusted on them.

He felt like a fully marinated salted fish.

"I'll prepare one right away!" Maro stifled his urge to ask questions and responded immediately.

No matter the time or place, serving their master was always the top priority.

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