Jujutsu Kaisen: Tragedy Life Simulator-Chapter 112 - New Sensei [bonus]

Afterward, in the faculty office, Hayase sat across from Masamichi Yaga and decided to come clean about part of it.

Yaga was behind his desk as usual, broad and heavy and oppressive enough to make the whole room feel smaller. Under that kind of stare, most people would have tried to dodge. Hayase didn’t. He chose the cleaner option and laid out the truth, or at least the part of the truth he could afford to reveal.

He explained the training ground incident from start to finish, including the Hollow Technique: Purple that had nearly blown a hole through the school’s barrier. He admitted it had been his doing, the result of reproducing Limitless through his own Innate Technique. Then he moved on to Phantom Night Parade itself, what it actually did, how it let him copy and simulate other techniques, and how, after digging deep enough, it could even push those techniques farther than their current owners could.

Which meant, yes, he said flatly, he was now in a position to teach Gojo and Geto advanced applications of their own techniques over the next few days.

When that frankly absurd explanation landed, Yaga’s eyes behind his sunglasses widened so much they were practically visible through the lenses.

For a second, the shock was written all over his face.

But Yaga was still a Grade 1 sorcerer. He’d seen too much weird nonsense in his life to stay rattled for long.

Once the first hit wore off, he frowned and started turning it over properly.

Replication. Simulation. Deep analysis. Tracing a target’s technique far enough to uncover layers that hadn’t been obvious before. Extrapolating new applications from what was already there. The more he thought about it, the more it all lined up. It wasn’t normal, sure, but it was internally consistent. If anything, Yaga privately suspected this had always been the real terrifying part of Phantom Night Parade, the piece everyone had been underestimating.

Then Hayase mentioned the rest.

Unlocking technique ability nodes permanently raised his cursed energy ceiling.

Yaga’s reaction to that was almost identical to Gojo’s and Geto’s. A brief blank stare. Then the immediate realization of how stupidly broken that sounded. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Still, even that fit.

Rare? Obviously.

Impossible? Not in the jujutsu world.

This was a world built on cursed energy, risk, and equivalent exchange. Power gained under harsh conditions wasn’t some unheard-of miracle. Binding Vows existed. Strange growth mechanics existed. As long as the logic held together, jujutsu society would accept it.

Hayase’s explanation held together.

No contradiction. No obvious hole. No part of it sounded like impossible garbage.

And as for Hayase’s proposal to teach Gojo and Geto their own techniques, Yaga didn’t just approve. Deep down, where nobody could see it, he felt an almost embarrassing amount of relief.

There were things a teacher’s pride wouldn’t let him say out loud.

Yaga knew his own limits.

He knew them very well.

As a homeroom teacher, as an adult, as someone who could help keep those two idiots pointed in the right direction morally, he was fine. More than fine, probably. But when it came to the microscopic, technical side of helping them grow stronger, the real nuts and bolts of how their techniques should develop, he had almost nothing to offer.

Gojo’s Limitless, paired with the Six Eyes, was the kind of thing that only showed up once in a few centuries. Yaga wasn’t just out of his depth there. He was drowning. His understanding of Limitless was probably less useful than the moldy old records sitting in the Gojo clan archives.

And Geto wasn’t much better.

Cursed Spirit Manipulation at least had some overlap with his own Puppet Manipulation on a very basic conceptual level, but only on paper. In practice, the gap was huge. Yaga made cursed corpses one by one, by hand, each one carefully built and limited in number. Geto controlled entire swarms of cursed spirits across every shape, type, and grade imaginable. Yaga couldn’t even begin to picture what it felt like to command that many curses at once. If he couldn’t picture it, he couldn’t guide it.

He simply wasn’t the right person for that job.

Gojo and Geto had never blamed him for it. In the jujutsu world, that was normal.

Honestly, getting recruited into a jujutsu college at all was already better than what most sorcerers ever got. Stable support, actual supplies, an experienced veteran as your teacher. That alone was a luxury. Plenty of sorcerers awakened somewhere out in the sticks, figured out their techniques by almost dying repeatedly, and spent their whole lives stumbling through the dark with nobody to teach them a damn thing.

For people like that, having a mentor who truly understood your technique and could guide you step by step was almost a fantasy.

And now there was Hayase.

An absurd little anomaly who could analyze your technique, copy it, and then walk you through how to use it better than you could yourself, all with the strange calm of someone whose instincts felt decades older than he looked.

In Yaga’s private opinion, the kid was practically made for this.

A natural-born teaching prodigy.

If the goal was helping those two Special Grades sharpen themselves, there really might not be a better person alive.

That also locked something else into place in Yaga’s head.

Hayase was a genuine genius.

Not the loud, flashy kind. The hidden kind. The sort that looked ordinary until you realized what he’d actually done and then had to sit there for a minute.

Because understanding technique theory and actually doing it were two completely different things.

History had proved that plenty of times.

The Gojo clan had produced more than one Limitless user over the centuries, but without the Six Eyes, most of them had ended up holding a god-tier technique they couldn’t properly use. That was just reality.

Yet Hayase, with no Six Eyes at all, had forcefully recreated Limitless and even squeezed out Hollow Technique: Purple, one of the most absurdly precision-heavy applications in existence.

If news of that ever got out, the jujutsu world wouldn’t just react. It would explode.

And that was before you added the other details.

Civilian-born.

No sorcerer family.

Technique awakened less than half a month ago.

Any one of those would be enough to get attention. Put together, they were gasoline on a fire.

The Big Three Sorcerer Families would lose their minds. They’d come with offers first, of course. Recruitment, marriage alliances or soft control. If that didn’t work, they’d move on to uglier methods.

What relieved Yaga most was Hayase’s attitude toward all of it.

The boy had no visible hunger for power. No desperate need to be admired. No ambition to become some golden prodigy everybody talked about.

If anything, he looked like he wanted less attention, not more.

That restraint mattered.

In Yaga’s book, it mattered a lot.

So in the end, everyone reached an unspoken agreement. Following Hayase’s wishes, the whole matter was sealed as top-level classified information inside the college.

Which, of course, came with consequences.

Over the next few days, mentoring Gojo and Geto started taking up a huge chunk of Hayase’s time.

Not all of it, thankfully.

The only reason it wasn’t all of it was because his cursed energy reserves still sucked.

He couldn’t spend an entire day casually demonstrating Cursed Technique Reversal: Red, Hollow Technique: Purple, or Maximum: Uzumaki. Just showing those things a few times burned through him hard enough that he needed long recovery breaks.

And once the hours were added up, Gojo ended up taking a noticeably bigger share of that limited time.

Part of that was practical.

Geto had missions to run. He needed cursed spirits, and not just any cursed spirits. He had to collect them, sort them, and prepare ones Hayase could absorb and use for demonstration purposes. That took work.

Gojo was much simpler.

He just had to be there.

As long as Hayase still had cursed energy left in the tank, lessons could start whenever and wherever.

The other reason was much dumber.

Competition.

Ferocious, childish, relentless competition.

Best friends, worst rivals. Neither of them could stand the thought of falling behind in what was basically remedial tutoring for Special Grades.

The problem was that their constant jockeying for position had started wrecking Hayase’s own routine.

His Tryhard card only activated when he was training alone, with nobody around. Recently, though, these two had been glued to him so often that his solo grinding efficiency had cratered.

At this point, the training grounds had basically become the official venue for fights over Hayase’s schedule.