I'm using ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Chapter 26 – Trying to Leave Without a Fight? Not a Chance.

The next day.

The sun hadn't yet risen. The sky was beginning to lighten with a faint white glow, and a cool breeze brushed across Tatsuro's handsome face.

It was 4:30 a.m.

He woke an hour earlier than usual, just to avoid bumping into the others—farewells were always too emotional.

Stepping out of Jujutsu High, the early morning glow bathed his face as he tapped a number into his phone and made the call.

It was the number Yuto Ichirou gave him yesterday.

Yeah, calling someone this early was a little inconsiderate, but he was already awake—surely the assistant would understand that he was a diligent man who refused to waste the gift of a new day.

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Beep… beep… beep…

The familiar ring of an alarm echoed as a drowsy Sasada, still in bed, picked up the phone, thinking it was her boss.

"Boss? Something wrong?"

"Sorry, I'm not your boss. I'm the bodyguard your boss hired. My name's Tatsuro."

"…Tatsuro?"

Sasada blinked. Then she remembered what her boss had told her the night before:

"A guy named Tatsuro will call you tomorrow. Bring him to the young miss."

"Ah! Mister Tatsuro—right. Where are you? I'll come pick you up."

"No need. I already feel bad enough waking you up. Just send me the address—I'll go there myself."

"Understood."

After hanging up, Sasada checked the time: not even 5:00 a.m.

"…"

Is this guy for real? 4:41 a.m.? Who the hell starts work this early?

Still grumbling, she texted him the address… and then dialed another number.

>"A guy named Tatsuro is coming over. If possible, test his skills. The young miss needs a real guard, not a weakling. I'll explain it to the boss later. I'm going back to sleep."

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One hour later.

Having jogged the whole way, Tatsuro checked the address on his phone, then looked up at the massive villa in front of him.

Definitely the right place.

He approached the two guards at the gate.

"I'm Tatsuro, here as a bodyguard for Yuto Mi."

"Tatsuro?"

The two exchanged glances, then smirked at his slim frame.

"You're the new bodyguard? Seriously? You look like you can't even bench your own groceries. If someone tried to kill the miss, what could you possibly do? Wave a stick?"

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm stronger than both of you combined."

The moment he finished his sentence, the guard on the left threw a punch straight at his gut. Fast and efficient—this guy had trained.

SMACK!

The punch never landed. Instead, that guard found himself flat on the ground, blinking in confusion. A sharp pain in his leg told him he'd been tripped and slammed down hard.

The other guard had seen the whole thing. The slim kid had dodged smoothly, then kicked with explosive strength—flipping a 150-pound man like a ragdoll.

Terrifying.

"Still need to test me?"

Tatsuro turned his gaze toward the other guard, his tone calm but eyes sharp.

Honestly, fighting ordinary humans wasn't even satisfying. Even without cursed energy, he could still wipe the floor with them.

That said…

This house felt… off. From the moment he arrived, he sensed something nasty lurking inside.

No doubt about it—there were cursed spirits here. And not weak ones, either.

These people had probably never hired a jujutsu sorcerer before. The negative emotions had accumulated too long and birthed something dangerous.

"N-No need! Your strength is more than proven. Please come in, Mr. Tatsuro."

The guard helped his fallen partner up and stepped aside.

"Sorry for the rough treatment," Tatsuro said. "A little ice and he'll be fine."

"Understood."

The standing guard gulped and mentally placed Tatsuro on his personal "do not mess with" list… at number ten.

Where the hell did this monster come from? He hasn't even finished puberty! Why is he this strong?!

"Oh, one more thing."

Tatsuro turned back with a smile.

"Since we're all in the security biz, how about joining me for training tomorrow morning?"

My real plan: extract all your close-combat knowledge. If I don't mine every technique you've got, there's no way I'll survive this half-month assignment. I want all your secrets—down to your underwear tactics!

"Y-Yes, of course. It would be my honor!"

The guard nodded furiously.

Maybe if I learn from him, I can take over as head guard one day…

"See you tomorrow."

Tatsuro waved and walked into the compound.

The villa was enormous—and heavily guarded. There were sentries posted every ten meters.

Assassins? Ha. Not even mosquitoes could sneak in.

So why do they need me again?

"Mr. Tatsuro, I presume?"

A booming voice came from the side.

A man, 185cm tall, stepped forward. Black T-shirt, shorts, and arms like tree trunks. Just the biceps were thicker than Tatsuro's thighs.

His calloused hands and visible scars made it obvious—this man wasn't just a guard. He had earned his position.

He radiated power.

Without cursed energy, Tatsuro knew—he'd be crushed.

Probably a former mercenary.

He studied the man carefully. The calluses. The scars. This guy's legit. If I can "borrow" his combat skills… my hand-to-hand would level up instantly.

"Hello. Sorry to be blunt, but… can we spar?"

"…Oh?"

Shuuichi Itou raised an eyebrow at the gutsy kid. Then remembered how this same kid had just flipped two guards.

Maybe… just maybe, he had some fight in him.

He cracked his neck and said, "Are you serious? Anyone with eyes can see the gap between us. If I break your bones, I'm not responsible."

"That's fine. Injuries happen during training. Shall we begin?"

"Hahaha! I like you!"

Itou turned to Murata, another guard nearby.

"Tell the boys to come watch. This kid's got more guts than the rest of them put together. He's got fire!"

…You have muscles bigger than my head. Of course they're scared…

Murata gave Tatsuro a pitying look.

Cocky kids like this never last long…

Good luck, buddy. Hope you survive.

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