At this point, the story will begin to diverge from the canon. There are some things that won't change, after all, there are many events that aren't related to Itadori, and he's still not strong enough to change fate completely.
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Mastering his own cursed energy output was simpler than expected. Itadori, demonstrating his level of learning, only needed a day and a half to do this and was already able to control his cursed energy.
Although he wasn't that skilled yet, it was enough to keep him out of trouble, and with his increased power since devouring Sukuna's third finger, he felt he could beat the boarding school's special grade curse.
Unlike the original Itadori, he had no problem making his cursed energy accompany his superhuman body, which caused him to miss out on an interesting technique that could be useful to him later.
Divergent Fist.
He could try to learn how to use it later, but for now, he didn't see much point in this technique. The best thing to do at the moment was to refine his control even more, so that in the future, the effectiveness of this technique would increase by at least 300%.
What's more, Itadori was very tempted to learn how to imbue cursed energy into weapons. He had liked the knife he used against the cursed belly, but unfortunately, it had been destroyed during the clash.
If possible, he would like to get another knife. This would increase his arsenal and power in battle.
Being limited to just his fists was not something he wanted, especially considering that he would be facing opponents with innate techniques in the future.
Boom!
Punching the cursed doll when it tried to attack him, Itadori sent it into the wall.
Since he already had decent control over his cursed energy, he decided to use the cursed doll as a means of combat training.
His agility made him the perfect target for reflex training.
Although...
!
Punching the doll the instant it appeared in front of him, Itadori once again sent it flying away.
His agility was no longer enough for someone like Itadori.
"Yuji!"
Jumping when a voice came from his back, Itadori immediately turned and attacked, his fist colliding with a palm that stopped his punch with frightening ease.
"You seem to have improved very quickly."
Blinking, Itadori looked up to see Gojo with a small smile on his lips.
"Ah, Gojo-Sensei... It's you." Retracting his fist, Itadori rubbed it.
'Damn, even though I imbued my fist with cursed energy, it still hurt...' What a monster.
"We're leaving now."
Itadori blinked, his mind immediately going to Gojo's fight against Jogo.
"Uh... Okay."
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Domain expansion.
Itadori already knew about this, after all, it was something that could be considered the pinnacle of a Jujutsu sorcerer
What's more, he had already seen Sukuna use his expansion at first hand, so he wasn't too surprised to see Jogo use it too.
But he couldn't help admitting that the curse was too strong. Even if for someone like Gojo it wasn't much, the current Itadori couldn't see himself lasting more than 10 seconds against someone like him.
But while Jogo's expansion of dominance was frightening, Gojo's expansion was oppressive and frightening. Itadori wouldn't have been able to understand it if it hadn't been for the fact that he followed the anime.
It was definitely a difficult level to reach.
"Who sent you here?" Blinking at Jogo's head, Gojo questioned with authority.
'This is no time to be amazed. But while Gojo was busy interrogating the curse, Itadori frowned as he spread cursed energy through his body, enhancing it as much as possible. 'If we can exorcise the Jogo here and now, it will save us a lot of trouble later. I can't let Hanami save him.
!
Going on alert when a projectile flew towards him, Gojo jumped backwards to escape, the Jogo head sliding away until it stopped next to Yuji.
Itadori, waiting for the attack, unlike Gojo, was not distracted when a sea of petals sprang up all over the place, his attention completely on the head of the curse.
And waiting for Hanami to arrive, Itadori immediately noticed the approach of nature's protective curse.
'I've got you!
Clenching his teeth and thrusting his body forward, Itadori proved quick enough to reach Jogo's head first, kicking it away and surprising Hanami, who simply ignored the boy and tried to retrieve his head.
'Not so fast!
But unwilling to let that happen, Itadori came up behind her with a dangerous smile, his fist coming down on her back with enough force to push her to the ground.
Boom!
Crushing the curse, Itadori blinked when the curse was out of sight, the hairs on the back of his neck rising and causing him to throw himself backwards to escape the roots that sprang up from the ground, threatening to impale him.
'Shit.' Cursing in his mind, he tried to look around, but Hanami's presence had already disappeared completely. 'Too fast.
"Interesting." Gojo, walking over to stand beside him, rubbed his own chin thoughtfully. "You did well to try and stop the curse, Yuji."
"I swore I got it right." Itadori frowned in disappointment.
"And you got it right, but the curse sank your own body into the ground. That's how she escaped."
Itadori sighed, praising Hanami's cunning in his mind.
"Well, since you saw that, I want you to become strong enough to defeat those two."
Itadori blinked and pointed to himself, Gojo nodding in agreement with a small smile.
"Don't worry. To speed up your progress, let's move on to the next step in your training...
Combat training!"
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A whole month had passed since Itadori's encounter with the two special-grade curses.
And during that short time, Itadori hadn't interrupted his training for a single day.
And because of that, his progress had been too gigantic.
At this point, Itadori was already many steps away from its canonical version.
Gojo could see his growth, and could praise him for it. Itadori had improved to the point where he was completely different from the version he was a month ago.
A genius, as Gojo himself liked to praise him.
"Are you ready?"
Next to a Nanami, Itadori kept a hunting knife in a sheath at his waist, a small smile appearing on his lips as he nodded determinedly.