Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

Note: This chapter is two chapters in one

"So, only the two of you will go to the decisive battle in Shinjuku?"

"........" Neither Gojo Satoru nor Geto Suguru said anything.

"answer my question."

"No." After a brief pause, Geto Xiayou chose to speak, "First, three days before the war, the Jujutsu world will send all its auxiliary supervisors to evacuate ordinary people within a hundred miles of the location specified in the letter."

"The highest level collectively issued an order, including all teachers and students of the Tokyo and Kyoto schools. Any sorcerers with a rating of level one or above must participate. Sorcerers below level one must wait outside Shinjuku."

"The heads of the three great families, the four special-grade sorcerers, the Hokkaido Ainu Spell Company, all members of the General Directorate, and the members of the Pansei Cult will all attend."

"Compared to the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, the number of people should be more than three times." He said, "As for the casualties estimate, no one has estimated it yet. The worst case scenario may be..."

"It could be like last time, when everyone in the world died in an instant."

He was silent.

"That is to say." The veins on my index finger made the bones twitch. I took a deep breath, held my left hand with my right hand, and asked as rationally as possible, "Everyone I know, know, or even just met once, basically all of them will participate."

"Yes." Xia Youjie answered calmly.

"Even so, even if you, Gojo Satoru, Nazuko, Nanami, Haibara, Principal Yorugata, Kei, Nobara... all my friends, family, and friends will participate and die in Shinjuku, you will still choose to lock me up in the prison gate and exclude me from the outside?"

"Yes." Facing my question, Xia Youjie answered a little slower, but still said firmly, "I have this plan."

"why?"

"Because you are their only target." Gojo Satoru took over from Geto Suguru and continued to answer, "Even if we die, there is still a possibility of resurrection."

"But I don't know if you still have it."

"How do you know I didn't?" I asked him.

"Then how do you know you have it?" he asked me.

"Lily." Xiayou Jie said softly, "We can't take this risk."

"Whether there is or not, we have to take the risk no matter what." I responded in the same firm and tough tone.

"You all said that the target is me, which proves that the variable is indeed me. If I don't go, and you repeat the same mistake as last time, what should I do? Who knows if there will be a next time!"

"Based on the current situation," I stared at them without blinking, "I will definitely go to the Shinjuku showdown on December 12th."

"Yuri..." Geto Suguru was about to speak when he stretched out his hand in surprise and found that he and Gojo Satoru had turned back into the image of a fox and a cat.

"You and Gojo Satoru used the Prison Gate Border against me."

I took out the Prison Gate from my pocket, threw it up, placed it on the table, and threatened: "Then I can also use the Prison Gate to deal with you."

"It should be clear now. Neither of you can stop me."

"They can't stop you, so what about me?"

In this carriage with only three people, the voice of a fourth person suddenly appeared.

Hoarse, low, and magnetic, exactly the same as Dio's voice.

"Sure!"

I turned my head and saw him standing leisurely outside the tent I set up. A little further back, there was someone following me. His face was gloomy and dejected. It looked like he hadn't slept for at least three days. The dark circles under his eyes were as thick as those of a panda.

Tian Yu Zhu Fu passed through any tent as easily as crossing a veil. Fushiguro Shier walked to my seat and kicked my shoes with his toes without hesitation: "Move over, I want to sit too."

"Why don't you sit across from me?" I have to admit that their presence, to a certain extent, diluted the slightly tense atmosphere.

But just when he finally got the upper hand, he was interrupted again.

I pointed to the empty seat opposite me, but seeing that he was not moved at all, I reluctantly moved to the window seat and muttered quietly, "We haven't seen each other for so long, can you be more polite?"

"If you don't know, you'd think I owe you a lot of money."

"Whose business have I been busying myself with these past few months?" He rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and sat down with his arms folded, occupying two-thirds of the space at once. Compared with the last time, it was even more than that. "Are you in debt to me or am I in debt to you?"

I:"........."

I was stunned for two seconds by his words. I could only turn my gaze to Zhang Xiang who had been standing there without sitting down and asked, "Zhang Xiang, don't you want to come and sit down?"

"Don't worry about him." Shen Er glanced at him and explained, "This guy is still feeling guilty for being so busy looking for clues four months ago that he didn't pay attention to his beloved brother and sister."

"No need for that." I scratched my hair and said, "That incident itself was something no one expected, and it has nothing to do with you."

Nozomi actually took over Mimiko's body and assassinated her when no one was paying attention. To be honest, even if Zhang Xiang was there at the time, he probably wouldn't have been able to do anything about it, let alone blame himself.

"Imoduo." His eyes lit up for a second when he heard what I said, but then quickly dimmed. "But protecting you is my responsibility as Onii-chan."

He stood still in the aisle, his expression exactly the same as in the anime when he hid in the corner with his knees hugged after accidentally hurting Itadori.

It's just like a stray puppy that has been soaked in the rain and then dried by the sun, exuding a pitiful smell all over its body.

. . . . . .

Wait...wait, don't use metaphors to me!

That's too late.

A second later, Zhang Xiang really turned into a dog.

The bloated little dog with two braids was startled, looking at the sudden change in perspective with a confused face, and said blankly: "Yimuduo, what happened..."

Fortunately, at least I can still speak.

I felt powerless and buried my face in my hands: "Onii-chan, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Why can one turn into a dog just by thinking about it? Isn’t this execution ability too high?

He watched Zhang Xiang transform, looked at him, bent down, picked him up, and placed him next to the five cats and the summer oil fox.

He narrowed his eyes and turned to me thoughtfully: "Did you do all this?"

I nodded silently.

"So - the extra ability you gained after you came back is to turn people into animals?" He snorted and gloated, "They have come to this day."

“How do I put it…” I didn’t know how to express it. I hesitated for a long time and said, “It’s hard to summarize this ability in one sentence.”

"Let's not talk about this for now." Jiner said in an unquestionable tone, "Anyway, you can't go to the decisive battle in Shinjuku."

"Why?" I couldn't help but raise my voice, and said with a little grievance, "Do you also support the views of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru?"

As I said that, I picked up the prison gate, held it in front of him, and asked, "Don't tell me that you are also involved in the things happening in the prison gate."

"And don't tell me that you agree that your freedom has been restricted for your safety," I said. "If that's the case, I don't want to hear a word of it."

"If you insist on saying this," I said, my voice getting louder and louder, "I'm going to roll the three of you into a ball and kick you into the Pacific Ocean one by one!"

The Gulf of Tonkin is no longer enough to vent our anger.

"What is Yumenjiang?" Shen'er frowned, took the square box from my hand, which had returned to its original state, and looked at it for a few seconds, then turned his gaze to Gojo Satoru, "So, this is why you take the Tenseiboko from that kid from time to time?"

"Ahem." Xiayou Jie suddenly coughed twice and reminded, "Weren't you just talking about not approving of Lily going to Shinjuku?"

"Yeah, I don't agree." Shen Er didn't simply follow the rhythm. He flicked his tongue unhappily and tossed the prison door back and forth in his hand. "Don't change the subject. Explain to me, what's going on?"

"Don't you also think it's dangerous for her to go to Shinjuku?"

"So you two immature boys locked her up?!" Shen Er glanced at them in surprise and said firmly, "No wonder after all these years, you still have no luck with women. Don't you deserve to be single until now?"

"So what's your experience of being a gigolo?" Gojo Satoru retorted unceremoniously, "You don't seem to be much better."

"Tsk." Shen Er laughed sarcastically, "That's better than some people who are about to become magicians."

........The offensive power of this sentence is extremely strong.

But if the quarrel continues like this, the focus will be diverted again.

"So why don't you let me go to Shinjuku?" I rubbed my forehead tiredly. It felt like from the beginning till now, we have been repeating the same thing over and over again without getting to the point.

"The reason is..." Shen Er said calmly, but his words were like thunder in the sky, "During the months when you were missing, I went to your world."

"What?" There was actually a loud thunder outside the train, and then rain began to fall outside the window.

Remembering that Glass had warned me that it might rain today, I wasn't too surprised. I just straightened up, stared at Shier closely, and asked, "So, you really went there? Is that why your phone is out of service? Because there's no way to connect to the signal?"

"I took this train back and forth dozens of times." Shen Er said expressionlessly, "And then, guess what I saw there?"

"...What?" I suddenly had a bad feeling.

"It was just like last time. A large group of men and women followed me, asking for my contact information, photos, and even my address."

Shiji spoke a little slower than usual, as if he was telling someone else's story, word by word, "They said they had never seen a cosplayer who fits the character's image so well, and they also said I was the chosen one, Shijiro Fushiguro."

"Tell me, how come they all know 'Fushiguro Shiori'?"

.......How else can we know each other.

You were the famous dad in Jujutsu Kaisen. That anime was just becoming popular there, and the scene where he dropped by Shibuya and beat up his son was almost a famous one. How did you get to know each other?

But I couldn't say this, so I could only smile awkwardly and said, "Maybe it's because you're more handsome?"

"Oh, just because I'm handsome, so..." Shen Er pulled the corners of his mouth expressionlessly and said sarcastically, "Do they all know my name as if they have opened their clairvoyance?"

I:".........."

Shen'er snorted, took out a book from his arms and slapped it on the table, cover facing up.

This is a collection of serialized comics from Shonen Jump. The title clearly states: 2024: Jujutsu Kaisen Final Volume: Shinjuku Decisive Battle.

"When I mentioned being followed, I felt like you were hiding something from me." He pointed his index finger at the date and title on the comic cover and said, "I didn't expect it to be this kind of thing."

"Do you want to explain to them what this is?" Shen'er raised his chin. I followed his gaze and saw three pairs of eyes looking at me.

.......How do I explain this? Can I say that I myself am not very clear about it?

"The explanation... the explanation is..." I hesitated for a moment and explained hesitantly, "The speed of time in my world and your world seems to be different."

"In my world, it's already 2024, but you're still stuck in 2018 and can't get past it."

Of course, this is most likely related to the fact that the time in the comics only ends in 2018.

"But I really don't know why the events in your world are serialized in the form of comics in my world." At this point, I sped up my speech and said, "As for why I didn't tell it, the reason is very simple."

“Anyone who knows that the world they have lived in for so long is actually a comic book and they are just a character in it will find it incredible and difficult to accept!”

"That's what I'm saying. I always feel like you know a lot about a lot of things for no apparent reason, even though no one has ever told you."

"If I hadn't discovered it, how long would you have kept it a secret from me?"

.......Want to tell me? If you must, I can keep it a secret until I die.

On the other side of our conversation, Gojo Satoru silently picked up the comic and flipped through it. He stepped on one of the pictures of Gojo Satoru with his paw and stuck out his tongue in disgust: "What's the level of this artist? How could he draw me so ugly?"

"Gojo didn't even show one tenth of his good looks!"

I thought you would be somewhat shocked, but you are focusing on this???