Prove your confidence Yuji Itadori!

Wasuke Itadori's POV

I watch Yuji as he gets ready to head out for the night, the boy moving with a sense of purpose that seems too heavy for his young age. It's been a week since he first asked me about hunting cursed spirits, completely out of the blue. The question caught me off guard at the time, but what could I say? He's not like most kids.

Yuji's got more cursed energy than anyone I've ever encountered. Well, except for her. Kaori Itadori... his mother. My daughter-in-law was something else before her passing. Strong, kind, and determined. But after her death... Kenjaku used her body like some sick puppet. Should I tell the boy? Would he even care?

"Hey, brat, be careful out there," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

Yuji looks back at me, flashing one of those confident grins. "Don't worry, Gramps. I'm going to be the strongest!"

Oh boy. Should I warn him about Satoru Gojo? Nah. Let him meet that walking cheat code and figure it out himself.

"Well, if you die, at least I'll get a payout," I tease.

Yuji gasps dramatically. "Is that all I am to you, Gramps?"

We both laugh as he waves goodbye and heads out into the night. I sigh, watching him disappear into the distance.

"Don't die on me, kid," I whisper under my breath.

Yuji's POV

"Time to hunt some curses!" I muttered, cracking my knuckles as I headed out.

The first time I encountered a curse, I wasn't exactly scared. Sure, it was grotesque, with its twisted shape and unsettling aura, the kind of thing that would leave most people frozen in fear. But not me. Years of unrestricted internet access from the age of five in my original world had desensitized me to a lot of things. Combine that with the fact that I knew I was stronger than most curses, and fear just wasn't in the equation.

Tonight, I was heading to a graveyard. If there's one place a grade 2 curse might hang out, it's somewhere like that. Still, I couldn't help but smirk. Who was I kidding? I'm me. Of course something ridiculous is going to happen. It always does.

Yuji arrived at the graveyard, already sensing the ominous presence of multiple grade 4 and grade 3 curses lingering in the area. The air felt thick, charged with the cursed energy of the spirits. He pulled out a staff he had brought along, channeling his cursed energy into it as he steadied his breathing. A grin crept across his face as his confidence surged.

"It's like a game, huh?" he muttered, spinning the staff once for effect. "Well... I'll just beat all you lower curses until the boss shows up!"

Without hesitation, Yuji reinforced his body with cursed energy, his muscles tightening as power coursed through him. He dashed forward with explosive speed, making short work of the curses in his path. Grade 4s and 3s didn't stand a chance—each one crumbled under his attacks, some crushed beneath his staff, others shattered by his bare hands.

Another curse lunged at him, only to be slammed into the ground with a sickening crunch. Yuji stomped down hard, crushing it into blackened dust. He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, growing annoyed by the sheer number of weak curses. "Where's the big guy already?" he muttered, his patience wearing thin.

Taking a deep breath, Yuji shouted into the graveyard, his voice echoing through the mist. "Hey! I know you're here! Stop hiding and come out already!"

His demand was met with silence. Yuji sighed, lowering his staff. "Guess I'll just head home," he muttered, ready to call it a night.

But then, the ground beneath his feet trembled violently. Before he could react, the earth exploded upward, sending debris flying in all directions. Yuji was flung through the air like a ragdoll, slamming into tombstone after tombstone until he finally skidded to a stop. Pain shot through his body as he groaned, rolling onto his side. He glanced at his right arm and noticed a deep gash, along with numerous smaller cuts scattered across his body.

"Damn it," he hissed. The sudden explosion had caught him off guard, causing him to lose focus and drop his cursed energy reinforcement.

As he pushed himself to his feet, Yuji felt it—a heavy, suffocating pressure unlike anything he'd sensed before. His eyes darted upward, locking onto the source. Emerging from the shadows was a hulking monstrosity, a grotesque amalgamation of bones and human body parts. Its sheer size and malevolence made Yuji's stomach churn.

"Is this a grade 2? What the hell!" he exclaimed, his mind racing. Even from 150 meters away, the curse's presence pressed down on him like a boulder.

Yuji gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly. Then, he straightened his posture and clenched his fists. "If I need to be stronger, then curses like this need to mean nothing to me."

With renewed determination, he gripped his staff tightly, pulling it back in preparation to strike. "I'll beat the living hell out of you!" he shouted, charging forward with everything he had.

The first strike landed squarely on the curse's head with a loud crack. Yuji's eyes widened in shock as his staff snapped in two, the pieces clattering to the ground.

"Well, shit," he muttered.

The curse growled, its hollow eyes glowing with malice. It reared its massive fist back and swung at Yuji with brutal force. Reacting on instinct, Yuji threw his own punch, meeting the curse's attack head-on. The impact sent a shockwave through the graveyard, the sheer power of their clash rattling the air.

Yuji dropped low, dodging the next attack, and sent a powerful kick to the curse's gut. The creature stumbled backward, letting out a guttural roar. Yuji saw his chance and grinned. "Alright, time to test something new."

He steadied his breathing and activated his technique. "Blood Manipulation: Flowing Red Scale!"

Immediately, he felt the effects. His senses sharpened to an almost overwhelming degree, every sound and movement around him becoming crystal clear. His strength surged, his muscles brimming with power, and his speed increased to levels he hadn't yet experienced.

"You better be ready!" he shouted, a fierce grin splitting his face.

Yuji launched himself at the curse, moving faster than it could follow. He unleashed a relentless barrage of punches, kicks, and grapples, his attacks landing with precision and devastating force. The curse struggled to retaliate, but Yuji gave it no room to breathe. Each strike sent it reeling, its grotesque form breaking down under the onslaught.

Finally, Yuji decided to end it. He leapt high into the air, drawing every ounce of cursed energy he could muster into his fist. The energy crackled around his arm like a raging storm.

"This is it!" he shouted, slamming his fist down onto the curse's head with earth-shattering force. The impact drove the creature into the ground, leveling the entire graveyard in the process. Dust and debris filled the air as Yuji landed, breathing heavily.

"Well, that was tougher than I expected," he muttered, wiping his brow as the remains of the curse dissolved into nothingness. "Glad it's over, though."

But as the adrenaline wore off, pain shot through his body. He clutched his arm, wincing as he looked down at the gash from earlier. "Oh shit, that hurts," he groaned, realizing the strain Flowing Red Scale had put on his body.

Focusing his cursed energy, Yuji manipulated his blood to close the wound, the process leaving him drained but relieved. As he stood there in the ruins of the graveyard, he couldn't help but grin.

"I'll get stronger," he said quietly, clenching his fists. "Strong enough that even curses like that will be nothing."

Stranger POV

From the rooftop of a nearby building, a figure watched as Yuji fought the curse below. They stood silently, arms crossed, their sharp eyes tracking his every move. The way Yuji fought—relentless, determined, almost reckless—drew a faint smirk to their face.

"Not bad, Yuji," the figure murmured under their breath. "You're improving a lot faster than I expected."

Their tone was casual, almost amused, but there was a weight behind their words, a hint of something darker. As Yuji stood amidst the wreckage, bruised and bloodied but triumphant, the figure's smirk turned thoughtful, their expression shifting into something colder.

"If you keep this up," they said softly, "you'll make a perfect vessel for Ryomen Sukuna."

With that, they stepped back, disappearing into the shadows. The night swallowed them whole, leaving nothing but an unsettling stillness behind.Wasuke Itadori's POV

I watch Yuji as he gets ready to head out for the night, the boy moving with a sense of purpose that seems too heavy for his young age. It's been a week since he first asked me about hunting cursed spirits, completely out of the blue. The question caught me off guard at the time, but what could I say? He's not like most kids.

Yuji's got more cursed energy than anyone I've ever encountered. Well, except for her. Kaori Itadori... his mother. My daughter-in-law was something else before her passing. Strong, kind, and determined. But after her death... Kenjaku used her body like some sick puppet. Should I tell the boy? Would he even care?

"Hey, brat, be careful out there," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

Yuji looks back at me, flashing one of those confident grins. "Don't worry, Gramps. I'm going to be the strongest!"

Oh boy. Should I warn him about Satoru Gojo? Nah. Let him meet that walking cheat code and figure it out himself.

"Well, if you die, at least I'll get a payout," I tease.

Yuji gasps dramatically. "Is that all I am to you, Gramps?"

We both laugh as he waves goodbye and heads out into the night. I sigh, watching him disappear into the distance.

"Don't die on me, kid," I whisper under my breath.

Yuji's POV

"Time to hunt some curses!" I muttered, cracking my knuckles as I headed out.

The first time I encountered a curse, I wasn't exactly scared. Sure, it was grotesque, with its twisted shape and unsettling aura, the kind of thing that would leave most people frozen in fear. But not me. Years of unrestricted internet access from the age of five in my original world had desensitized me to a lot of things. Combine that with the fact that I knew I was stronger than most curses, and fear just wasn't in the equation.

Tonight, I was heading to a graveyard. If there's one place a grade 2 curse might hang out, it's somewhere like that. Still, I couldn't help but smirk. Who was I kidding? I'm me. Of course something ridiculous is going to happen. It always does.

Yuji arrived at the graveyard, already sensing the ominous presence of multiple grade 4 and grade 3 curses lingering in the area. The air felt thick, charged with the cursed energy of the spirits. He pulled out a staff he had brought along, channeling his cursed energy into it as he steadied his breathing. A grin crept across his face as his confidence surged.

"It's like a game, huh?" he muttered, spinning the staff once for effect. "Well... I'll just beat all you lower curses until the boss shows up!"

Without hesitation, Yuji reinforced his body with cursed energy, his muscles tightening as power coursed through him. He dashed forward with explosive speed, making short work of the curses in his path. Grade 4s and 3s didn't stand a chance—each one crumbled under his attacks, some crushed beneath his staff, others shattered by his bare hands.

Another curse lunged at him, only to be slammed into the ground with a sickening crunch. Yuji stomped down hard, crushing it into blackened dust. He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, growing annoyed by the sheer number of weak curses. "Where's the big guy already?" he muttered, his patience wearing thin.

Taking a deep breath, Yuji shouted into the graveyard, his voice echoing through the mist. "Hey! I know you're here! Stop hiding and come out already!"

His demand was met with silence. Yuji sighed, lowering his staff. "Guess I'll just head home," he muttered, ready to call it a night.

But then, the ground beneath his feet trembled violently. Before he could react, the earth exploded upward, sending debris flying in all directions. Yuji was flung through the air like a ragdoll, slamming into tombstone after tombstone until he finally skidded to a stop. Pain shot through his body as he groaned, rolling onto his side. He glanced at his right arm and noticed a deep gash, along with numerous smaller cuts scattered across his body.

"Damn it," he hissed. The sudden explosion had caught him off guard, causing him to lose focus and drop his cursed energy reinforcement.

As he pushed himself to his feet, Yuji felt it—a heavy, suffocating pressure unlike anything he'd sensed before. His eyes darted upward, locking onto the source. Emerging from the shadows was a hulking monstrosity, a grotesque amalgamation of bones and human body parts. Its sheer size and malevolence made Yuji's stomach churn.

"Is this a grade 2? What the hell!" he exclaimed, his mind racing. Even from 150 meters away, the curse's presence pressed down on him like a boulder.

Yuji gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly. Then, he straightened his posture and clenched his fists. "If I need to be stronger, then curses like this need to mean nothing to me."

With renewed determination, he gripped his staff tightly, pulling it back in preparation to strike. "I'll beat the living hell out of you!" he shouted, charging forward with everything he had.

The first strike landed squarely on the curse's head with a loud crack. Yuji's eyes widened in shock as his staff snapped in two, the pieces clattering to the ground.

"Well, shit," he muttered.

The curse growled, its hollow eyes glowing with malice. It reared its massive fist back and swung at Yuji with brutal force. Reacting on instinct, Yuji threw his own punch, meeting the curse's attack head-on. The impact sent a shockwave through the graveyard, the sheer power of their clash rattling the air.

Yuji dropped low, dodging the next attack, and sent a powerful kick to the curse's gut. The creature stumbled backward, letting out a guttural roar. Yuji saw his chance and grinned. "Alright, time to test something new."

He steadied his breathing and activated his technique. "Blood Manipulation: Flowing Red Scale!"

Immediately, he felt the effects. His senses sharpened to an almost overwhelming degree, every sound and movement around him becoming crystal clear. His strength surged, his muscles brimming with power, and his speed increased to levels he hadn't yet experienced.

"You better be ready!" he shouted, a fierce grin splitting his face.

Yuji launched himself at the curse, moving faster than it could follow. He unleashed a relentless barrage of punches, kicks, and grapples, his attacks landing with precision and devastating force. The curse struggled to retaliate, but Yuji gave it no room to breathe. Each strike sent it reeling, its grotesque form breaking down under the onslaught.

Finally, Yuji decided to end it. He leapt high into the air, drawing every ounce of cursed energy he could muster into his fist. The energy crackled around his arm like a raging storm.

"This is it!" he shouted, slamming his fist down onto the curse's head with earth-shattering force. The impact drove the creature into the ground, leveling the entire graveyard in the process. Dust and debris filled the air as Yuji landed, breathing heavily.

"Well, that was tougher than I expected," he muttered, wiping his brow as the remains of the curse dissolved into nothingness. "Glad it's over, though."

But as the adrenaline wore off, pain shot through his body. He clutched his arm, wincing as he looked down at the gash from earlier. "Oh shit, that hurts," he groaned, realizing the strain Flowing Red Scale had put on his body.

Focusing his cursed energy, Yuji manipulated his blood to close the wound, the process leaving him drained but relieved. As he stood there in the ruins of the graveyard, he couldn't help but grin.

"I'll get stronger," he said quietly, clenching his fists. "Strong enough that even curses like that will be nothing."

Stranger POV

From the rooftop of a nearby building, a figure watched as Yuji fought the curse below. They stood silently, arms crossed, their sharp eyes tracking his every move. The way Yuji fought—relentless, determined, almost reckless—drew a faint smirk to their face.

"Not bad, Yuji," the figure murmured under their breath. "You're improving a lot faster than I expected."

Their tone was casual, almost amused, but there was a weight behind their words, a hint of something darker. As Yuji stood amidst the wreckage, bruised and bloodied but triumphant, the figure's smirk turned thoughtful, their expression shifting into something colder.

"If you keep this up," they said softly, "you'll make a perfect vessel for Ryomen Sukuna."

With that, they stepped back, disappearing into the shadows. The night swallowed them whole, leaving nothing but an unsettling stillness behind.