I Am Okkotsu Yuta

The three sat quietly, processing what Yuta had just shared.

Panda was munching on more Calpas sausages, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Maki and Toge exchanged glances, clearly fascinated but still trying to wrap their heads around the enormity of Yuta's abilities. 

Yuta finished his tea, leaning back in his seat as Panda wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He then placed the remaining sausages in front of the group.

"Anything else you want to ask?"

Yuta asked with a smile.

Maki didn't hesitate.

"Yeah. Why are you called the 'Curse Eater'? What does that even mean?"

Her tone was blunt, her usual reserved nature now replaced with genuine curiosity. 

Yuta paused for a moment before answering.

"Ohh. It's because of my Cursed Technique, Copy."

He said, casually.

Panda's chewing slowed, his eyes narrowing with confusion.

"Wait, what?"

His voice was muffled, still trying to swallow a mouthful of sausage.

"Does that mean you can copy other people's techniques?"

Yuta nodded, his expression serious.

"Exactly. My Cursed Technique, Copy, allows me to replicate another sorcerer's Innate Cursed Technique after Rika-chan consumes part of the original user's body."

Maki's brow furrowed.

"That's… oddly specific." 

Yuta chuckled awkwardly.

"Yeah, it's a pretty weird requirement, but it's the only way for me to replicate their techniques. The amount and part of the body needed depends on the strength of the technique and how many times I need to use it. A strong technique, like Gojo-sensei's Limitless, for example, would require a more vital and substantial part of their body."

Panda, still half-distracted by his food, blinked.

"Wait... you can copy Gojo-sensei's technique?"

Yuta chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, but don't expect me to use it like he does. It's not easy and takes a lot out of me. I've only really used a handful of techniques."

"Hold on... Okkotsu, how many do you have right now?"

Maki interjected, her sharp eyes narrowing as she pieced things together.

Yuta shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Uh... well, iI knda lost count after a hundred."

He admitted, looking down at his hands as if suddenly bashful.

Panda's jaw dropped.

"A hundred?! You've got that many techniques in your arsenal?"

Toge, who had been quietly sipping water, looked at Yuta with a tilt of his head.

"Kelp."

Yuta looked at them sheepishly.

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's not all just fancy stuff. Some of the techniques are, well, pretty basic, from Grade 4 to Grade 2. But yeah, I've got a lot more than I'd care to admit."

The group fell into a stunned silence.

It was hard to comprehend that their quiet, laid-back classmate possessed so much power, so many techniques.

After a moment of reflection, Maki, ever the blunt one, asked the question that was clearly on everyone's mind.

"Okay, but there has to be a downside to this, right? Where do you store all these techniques? How do you not go insane or get brain damage with all that stuff in your head?"

Her voice was blunt, but there was a concern in her eyes.

Yuta paused for a moment, considering how best to explain.

"Well, I can't just store them in my brain. If I did, I'd be braindead within a day. It's just too much for a single person to process. So, after I copy a technique, it's stored in Rika-chan."

"Wait, what?"

Panda blinked, looking at Yuta like he had just spoken in a foreign language.

Yuta smiled and gestured to Rika, who still stood quietly in the corner, her form flickering slightly in the dim light of the room.

"Rika-chan essentially functions as an external storage unit for my cursed techniques. She's like a living archive, and I can only access the techniques when she's fully manifested."

The group exchanged glances, the weight of this revelation sinking in.

Rika, the terrifying and powerful curse that Yuta had with him since childhood, wasn't just a manifestation of malevolence.

She was a tool, a conduit for Yuta's abilities, allowing him to handle the overwhelming number of techniques he possessed without falling apart.

Maki nodded, clearly starting to understand the mechanics behind Yuta's power.

"So, when she's not fully manifested, you can't use the techniques."

"Exactly."

Yuta confirmed.

"She's like a limiter, almost. If she's not around or not fully materialized, I'm just a guy with a lot of potential but not much to work with. But when she's with me, I can access everything."

Toge nodded thoughtfully, as if everything was clicking into place.

Panda, ever the simple one, scratched his head.

"That's... actually pretty cool. So, Rika-chan's kind of like your backup, your safety net."

Yuta grinned.

"Yeah, something like that."

The three stared at Rika once more, her ethereal form still lingering in the background. There was awe in their eyes, but also a certain level of respect.

It was clear that Yuta had a bond with Rika that went beyond the typical sorcerer-curse relationship, and they were now getting a clearer picture of just how dangerous, and yet, necessary she was for Yuta's survival.

Maki, breaking the silence, let out a small exhale.

"Man, that's insane. But also… kind of impressive."

She said to Yuta, as if acknowledging his strength.

"That's not the best part."

He said with a mischievous grin.

Maki, who had been idly sipping her tea, raised an eyebrow.

"There's more?"

She asked, her voice tinged with surprise.

Yuta's grin widened.

"Yeah, Rika-chan can also store items inside her. Cursed Tools, katanas, firearms, explosives, pretty much anything I need in a fight."

He gestured toward Rika, who stood silently in the corner of the room.

In response, she reached behind her, and with a fluid motion, a massive halberd materialized from within her body, its polished shaft gleaming in the dim light.

Maki's eyes widened in surprise as Rika held out the polearm to her.

Yuta continued.

"This is an apology and a replacement for the one you broke during our sparring earlier." 

Maki took the weapon from Rika, her fingers gently caressing the shaft as she inspected it.

The craftsmanship was immaculate, sleek, well-balanced, and clearly designed for both offense and defense.

She raised her gaze to Yuta, eyebrows furrowed.

"Where did you get this?"

Yuta chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I made it."

Panda, who had been quiet, his attention fixed on the scene, suddenly perked up.

"You can make Cursed Tools?"

Yuta nodded.

"Not exactly. I'm not a tool maker by trade. But I learned the craft from a blacksmith. After years of practice, I perfected it, and now I can imbue the weapons with Cursed Energy."

The rest of the group stared at him in awe.

The thought of forging weapons themselves seemed so distant to them, but Yuta had done it with a kind of ease that only highlighted his immense talent.

As the moment passed, Yuta stood up from his seat, walked over to Rika, and pulled out a pair of sleek, metallic gauntlets.

He walked over to Panda and handed them to him with a grin.

"Here. I made these for you. They can adjust to your size and can tank hits from Grade 1 Curses."

Panda blinked in surprise before slipping them on, nodding in appreciation.

"Thanks, Yuta. You're full of surprises."

Yuta smiled, turning to Toge next.

"And this is for you."

He handed Toge a black face mask, its design sleek and minimalist, with a subtle sheen to the fabric.

Toge's face scrunched up in confusion, and he looked at Yuta.

"Mustard Leaf?"

Yuta explained casually.

"The materials are high quality. It prevents your Cursed Speech from accidentally slipping out as it muffles out your words."

Toge, after a moment of quiet inspection, nodded.

"Salmon."

He said, his tone indicating his approval. 

Maki remained silent, but her gaze softened as she glanced at the weapon Yuta had gifted her.

There was a moment of quiet recognition as she adjusted the strap.

Yuta caught the subtle shift and smiled at Maki.

Looking at his smile, a slight blush coloring Maki's cheeks and she quickly adjusted her glasses, as if trying to hide her moment of embarrassment.

Fortunately, no one seemed to notice as Panda started giving Yuta a playful noogie, and Toge was busy adjusting his new face mask, muttering to himself in mild confusion.

The evening continued on with talks and light laughter, until it was finally time for the group to leave.

As the door was opened, Yuta watched as Maki, Panda, and Toge made their way toward the door, exchanging their thanks for the meal and the thoughtful gifts.

"Thanks for the dinner, Yuta-kun. It was great."

Panda said, his voice sincere.

"Salmon."

Toge nod in agreement.

Yuta smiled at them, the satisfaction of a good evening settling over him.

"It was great having you guys over. I'll see you tomorrow."

As the last of his friends stepped outside, Yuta began to close the door, but just before it clicked shut, Maki's voice called out from the threshold.

"Okkotsu."

She said, her tone quieter now, almost hesitant.

Yuta turned back to look at her, eyebrows raised.

"What's up, Maki-chan?"

Maki looked down at the ground for a brief moment before meeting his gaze again.

"Thanks for the dinner... and for the new weapon."

She said, her voice softening.

There was a pause, before she added.

"And I gotta admit... you were pretty cool back there in the field."

Yuta smiled, his heart swelling at the unexpected praise.

"Thanks, Maki-chan. That means a lot." 

Maki's lips curled into a small smile.

She quickly turned her back and started to walk away, but before disappearing into the night, she called over her shoulder.

"See ya tomorrow, Yuta-kun."

Yuta stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her retreating figure with a smile on his face.

"Goodnight, Maki-chan."

He murmured quietly, before closing the door with a soft click.

As he leaned against the door, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment.

The day had been a good one, but now, he was content to let the evening settle, enjoying the peace of his home and the memory of the night with his friends.

XXX

On a quiet evening in Tokyo, the dim glow of city lights flickered from the balcony of an apartment, casting long shadows across the faces of two figures standing in the cool breeze.

Gojo Satoru and Ieiri Shoko leaned against the railing, the sound of the bustling city below just barely audible over the conversation between them. 

Shoko took a long drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling into the air like a fragile thread, before blowing it out slowly.

She glanced over at Satoru, who had a somewhat unusual look on his face, something like a mix of excitement and curiosity.

He was staring off into the distance, his eyes gleaming as he spoke, his usual cocky demeanor softened by something more genuine.

"Let me tell you, Shoko. The new transfer student really surpassed my expectations."

Gojo began, turning to her with a grin.

Shoko raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the sudden change in his tone.

She took another drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke in a smooth arc before glancing at him.

"Oh? You're actually that impressed, huh?"

She said, a teasing edge to her voice.

"You sure look happy, Satoru. Is it because you finally found someone who might actually surpass you?"

Gojo burst into laughter, a loud, booming sound that echoed across the balcony.

"Ha! That's funny, Shoko!"

He said between fits of laughter.

"Surpass me? I'm Gojo Satoru. No one surpasses me, not even Yuta-kun."

Shoko shook her head, unimpressed by his usual antics, and took another drag from her cigarette.

"You're impossible."

She muttered under her breath, but her tone was light, almost amused.

She couldn't deny that seeing Satoru like this, actually excited and impressed by someone, was rare.

"So, how do the higher-ups feel about him?"

Shoko asked, her voice shifting to a more serious note as she looked at Gojo from the corner of her eye.

Gojo leaned against the balcony railing, his posture casual, but the spark in his eyes never faded.

He sighed lightly, the weight of the situation suddenly creeping into his voice.

"They're pissed with the capital P."

He admitted.

"Pissed that Yuta-kun isn't intimidated by them at all. He's completely unfazed by their authority. And… they're worried. Worried that another Geto Suguru is going to show up."

His expression grew a little more distant, a small frown tugging at his lips.

"They're scared. They're always scared at something they couldn't control."

Shoko took another puff of her cigarette, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment before nodding thoughtfully.

"I can understand why. Yuta-kun's powerful, isn't he?"

She said, her tone reflecting a quiet understanding.

"Yeah... He is."

Satoru said quietly, his voice low and thoughtful.

"But there's something else about him, and I'm not talking about Rika-chan… he's got that something that's hard to put into words."

He let the words linger in the air, as if contemplating the depths of Yuta's talent and potential.

"I think he could really be something special."

Shoko was silent for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in Gojo's words.

Finally, she flicked her cigarette butt over the side of the railing, watching as it disappeared into the distance.

Then, as if reading the mood, she casually mentioned.

"Speaking of Suguru, I heard rumors that he started a cult."

Gojo's expression darkened just a fraction at the mention of his friend's name.

He pushed off from the railing and turned to Shoko, an amused yet exhausted smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Not quite. He didn't start a cult. He stole one."

He paused, his eyes glinting as if recalling a conversation from long ago.

"Suguru told me himself, actually. We met at a KFC one time, and he had the nerve to laugh at me for being a teacher."

Shoko snorted in disbelief, the mental image of Suguru, once a promising sorcerer, now a leader of a cult, almost too absurd to believe.

"He laughed at you being a teacher?"

She asked with a chuckle.

Gojo's eyes softened for a moment, his usual carefree demeanor slipping just slightly.

"It was… well, it was more than that, Shoko. Suguru… he really did changed. He stopped seeing things the way he used to. He stopped caring about the people he should've cared about."

There was a brief flicker of pain in his eyes, quickly hidden behind his signature smile.

Shoko tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Gojo's expression.

It was rare to see him so serious.

"Satoru, don't let him get near Yuta-kun."

She said, her tone firm and earnest.

Gojo nodded slowly, his smile returning, though it was tempered by the weight of Shoko's words.

"No need to tell me twice. But honestly, I don't think Yuta-kun needs my help when the time comes."

He said with a small chuckle, his voice carrying an undertone of finality. 

Shoko didn't respond immediately, but she could tell that Gojo was fully committed to protecting his students.

Shoko could only hope that Gojo's unwavering confidence on his student is correct.

The two stood in silence for a few moments, the hum of the city below rising and falling in the background, their thoughts lingering on the future.

It was a strange sense of peace, but one that wouldn't last long.

Gojo finally broke the silence, his voice light again.

"Anyway, I'm still looking forward to seeing just how strong Yuta-kun really is."

Shoko smiled faintly, glancing at him sideways.

"You and your endless fascination with strong opponents, Satoru."

Gojo laughed.

"What can I say? It's what keeps things interesting."

XXX

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