Young_Jedi

Kishibe was a cursed child with a knife and nothing to lose. Thrust into Tokyo Jujutsu High, he crosses paths with two other prodigies—Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. Together, they form a volatile trio bound by power, pain, and the things they can't say out loud.

But growing up as a monster has its cost. As the past catches up to the present, Kishibe must face what he ran from—and fight alongside Gojo one last time, in a battle only one of them will survive.

Jujutsu Kaisen : Dog Unleashed

The world turned. Sorcerers rose. Curses evolved. And the stories began.

They whispered his name in training yards and back alleys.

Some said he fought a special grade in the mountains using nothing but a kitchen knife and his left hand. Others said he vanished for months inside a cursed forest and came back with a thousand-yard stare and a scar across his chest that burned whenever he got close to death. Some claimed he once beat a curse so hard its memory bled into another timeline.

No one had seen him at Jujutsu High since the Star Plasma Vessel incident.

Nanami tossed a mission file onto the table.

"They're calling him a ghost now. The higher-ups don't even bother assigning him missions. They just wait for the bodies."

Haibara leaned forward, eyes wide. "Do you think he's okay? I mean, maybe he finally retired?"

Shoko looked up from her paperwork, her expression unreadable. "Kishibe doesn't retire. He evolves."

Gojo spun a pen between his fingers. For once, he wasn't smiling.

"Maybe he's waiting for a reason to come back," he muttered.

The air cracked with summer heat. Students gathered near the main courtyard, sparring, gossiping, sweating.

A man stood at the edge of the steps, coat flapping in the wind. Not a uniform. Just a long black jacket, rough boots, tight gloves. A jagged scar split his mouth. His left eye was unreadable. His right flicked over the crowd.

Strapped across his belt: a knife, knuckles, and coiled wire.

No cursed sword. No formal technique.

He walked through the courtyard without a word. No cursed energy flared. No announcement made.

"Well, well. Look who the curse dragged in," he said, lips twitching into a grin. "You look like a hungover salaryman."

Kishibe exhaled smoke through his nose, his voice dry. "Good to see you too, Hollow King."

"You still bleed red or has it turned black by now?" Gojo teased.

Kishibe cracked a small, tired smile. "Wouldn't you like to know."

Shoko stepped into view, her clipboard forgotten in her hands. She stopped short, staring.

"You're really back," she said softly.

"Long enough to get a drink and hear if you idiots are still alive," Kishibe muttered.

She took a slow step forward, her eyes searching his face. "You look like hell."

"I've seen worse," he said. "Been worse."

She studied his knuckles, the new scars, the distant look in his eye.

"What happened to Severance?" she asked.

"It's still with me. But I don't swing it much anymore. I keep things close now. Messier, simpler."

"Left it behind. Sword's for someone who expects a clean fight."

Yaga stepped out from his office, his expression unreadable.

"You didn't check in for over a year."

Yaga studied him for a long moment. "Are you staying this time?"

Kishibe looked out the window, his expression unreadable. "I'll stay until something uglier calls."

Later, outside the common dorm, Nanami and Haibara watched Kishibe from a distance.

"He's really back," Haibara said, voice hushed. "He looks like he's made of smoke."

Nanami remained still, arms crossed. "He walks like a man who forgot how to stop."

Haibara hesitated. "Should we go say hi?"

Kishibe lit a cigarette beneath the lantern. His back was turned, but somehow the silence around him was louder than anything they could've said.

Haibara stepped back. "He's different."

They watched him disappear into the dark, the myth walking among them again—scarred, silent, and more dangerous than ever.

Chapter 71 : Return of the Mad Dog