I'm using ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Chapter 145: Open the Door, Senior is Doing a Room Check!

"Huh!?"

A bewildered Fushiguro Megumi got out of bed, turned on the light, and opened the door. Looking at Tatsuro standing at the entrance in shorts, a t-shirt, and slippers, he asked, "What the hell? Brother Tatsuro, is your house haunted?"

"Something like that. Anyway, I've been seeing ghosts continuously today. I'll probably be staying at your place for the next few days."

Tatsuro shrugged and then prepared to walk in.

Thump!

"What the hell? Why didn't you open the door wider?" Tatsuro asked, clutching his head.

He had thought Fushiguro Megumi would proactively open the door for him, but instead, he was met with a shut door in his face.

"No. I don't like sleeping with men. Brother Tatsuro, you should go find Yuji Itadori."

Fushiguro Megumi finished refusing and prepared to close the door.

Smack!

Tatsuro blocked the door gap with his foot and said with a kind smile, "Let me, your brother, sleep here for a few days. Once that little girl in my room is sent away, I'll move back."

"Brother Tatsuro, you have a daughter now? Does senior Maki know?" Fushiguro Megumi pressed firmly against the door.

"That's not my daughter!"

Clang!

Tatsuro directly pushed the door open and walked in neatly. Are you kidding me? This kid Fushiguro still wants to compare strength with him? He'll have to wait until his next life, at least. After all, his own strength won't be stagnating.

"Good night!"

"..."

Fushiguro Megumi looked at Tatsuro, who had crawled into his quilt, and felt an indescribable sense of strangeness in his heart.

Forget it, I'll just make do and sleep.

However...

How did he bring a little girl back from one trip out...

Forget it, I'll go take a look tomorrow. Anyway, I have to go find Lady Katsuyu to practice Sage Mode.

Fushiguro Megumi, having comforted himself, returned to his bed. Looking at Tatsuro, who was already asleep, the awkward feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

And then...

He had insomnia...

...

The next day.

Tatsuro woke up as usual. Seeing Fushiguro Megumi leaning against the wall, staring intently at him, he said, "You're up pretty early. So eager to go practice Sage Mode?"

"...No."

Fushiguro Megumi's eyes were weary, his lips chapped, as if he hadn't slept all night. No, he hadn't slept all night. He had been leaning against the wall counting stars the whole time. He licked his lips and said, "Can you get up now? I need to sleep."

Tatsuro, knowing he hadn't slept all night, didn't tease him further, just stuck out his tongue and left directly. After all, this kid's mysophobia was really too severe; he couldn't even share a bed with another man.

Clang—

Seeing Tatsuro leave, Fushiguro Megumi, who hadn't slept a wink, directly lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Tatsuro, having left Fushiguro's room, didn't choose to go back to his own but instead set off to find Shoko Ieiri. As one of only two doctors at Jujutsu High who could use Reverse Cursed Technique on others, the two of them would naturally discuss some things related to medicine when they had free time.

Plucking out his eyes and regrowing them was very simple, but the removed eyes had to be stored somewhere, right? She would probably be very interested in his eyes. He just didn't know if she would secretly install them on herself.

But it didn't matter if she did. As long as the newly grown eyes could awaken the Mangekyo, that was all that mattered.

Unlocking the eyes was linked to the user's mental strength, or one could say, their soul. As long as the soul was strong enough, it might not be impossible to instantly awaken the Mangekyo from zero.

Maybe he could even give one to Maki...

Forget about Maki. She has no cursed energy. Giving her an eye would be worse than her own original eyes. I can try it on others, though.

He didn't know why, but whenever it came to processes related to human experimentation, he would get very excited.

...

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Heavy knocking sounded.

Shoko Ieiri, who had been sleeping on a chair, slowly opened her eyes. Her brown pupils stared at the ceiling, her eyes filled with fatigue. On the autopsy table beside her lay a corpse covered with a white cloth, and a scalpel...

Needless to say, she had been up all night with this body again.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Sister Shoko, are you still sleeping?"

Hearing it was Tatsuro's voice, Shoko Ieiri responded weakly, "The door is unlocked. What is it? I haven't slept all day!"

"Squeak—"

Tatsuro pushed open the heavy iron door, rubbed his head, and said, "I'm just here to find Sister Shoko to do a human experiment."

"Human experiment?"

Hearing the keyword, Shoko Ieiri was suddenly no longer sleepy. Dissection was her specialty. She picked up the scalpel from the autopsy table and asked, "Dissect who?!"

"No, just help me get a container for preserving organs. I'll do it myself, won't trouble you to do it..."

Tatsuro was genuinely afraid she might just dissect him on the spot.

"Tch!"

Hearing it was just to get a container for preserving organs, Shoko Ieiri instantly lost interest. Her originally light steps became heavy and cumbersome, as if it were a great bother.

"..."

Two minutes later.

Shoko Ieiri walked over carrying a jar and asked, "What are you putting in it?"

"My eyes..."

Tatsuro took the jar, looked at the pure and flawless liquid inside, then unscrewed the lid and, right in front of Shoko Ieiri, gouged out his left eye.

"Pfft—"

Three fingers squeezed the eyeball out. The intense pain shot straight to his brain's nerves. But he didn't stop. Adhering to the belief that short-term pain is better than long-term pain, he tore the final connecting blood vessels.

Plop—

The eyeball fell into the container. Blood began to flow from the vessels, dyeing the liquid.

"Madman..."

Shoko Ieiri was stunned. A self-mutilating madman like this might not be seen even once in several hundred years. Even if Gojo Satoru were here, he wouldn't dare to do this. After all, it was truly painful, like something was stroking your brain.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Tatsuro, enduring the intense pain, swallowed hard and began to use 'Reverse Cursed Technique' to repair his lost left eye.

Cells began to grow rapidly. In less than two seconds, a new eyeball grew in the originally empty left socket. The black pupil began to turn red. As the right eye began to change...

One tomoe condensed from within, then split into a two-tomoe, then three-tomoe, right up until the right eye's Mangekyo...

That's right, the right eye. The left eye was still a three-tomoe at this moment, as if it hadn't been endowed with the meaning for evolution.

It wasn't like the right eye, which was born from the desire to protect his comrades. But the left eye was different; it hadn't been endowed...

Sensing the gap between his two eyes, Tatsuro sighed helplessly. It seemed that three-tomoe Sharingan could be created infinitely, but he only had one pair of Mangekyo.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..."

Tatsuro shook his head and didn't say much more. He took the Mangekyo Sharingan that he had just placed in the container out, and then dug out the three-tomoe Sharingan that he had just opened.

As they say, a stranger the first time, an acquaintance the second.

He was perhaps numb to the pain; his brain actually began to proactively shield him from this heart-wrenching pain.

Not only was his brain numb from watching, but Shoko Ieiri, on the side, also felt her scalp tingle. Gouging out his eyes twice in ten seconds – in the entire jujutsu world, probably no one else besides him would dare to do such a thing. Is he seriously messed up?!

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