In My Hero Academia with a Jujutsu Kaisen Gacha System

Chapter 67: NO. 67 - A Detectives Musings

Dressed in my Sukuna get-up, I lay on the ground of one of Kyoto's tall buildings with my arms crossed behind my head. Despite Kaina's advice of laying low, I couldn't help myself and decided to go out as Sukuna again.

During this time, I decided I'd saved enough points to go on a lengthy gambling session while chewing on some Okonomiyaki.

Clink!

[You have pulled: Reggie Star's Hollow Whisker Basket! Rank: Gold.]

"Not bad... what am I saying? That's completely useless here."

Clink!

[You have pulled: Satoru Gojo's Fashion Sensibilities! Rank: Silver.]

"Huh? Why?!"

Clink!

[You have pulled: Kugisaki Nabora's Cursed Technique, Straw Doll! Rank: Gold.]

At the sight of Kugisaki's technique, I sat up from the cold ground and grinned. "Finally! A technique!" Jumping to my feet, I went through the knowledge of the technique and smiled. "Now I can attack someone's soul directly using Resonance for some extra unhealable damage. Very nice."

[Total SP: 12,649]

"I still have a lot of points left. Let's bet on our lucky stars and draw the Six-Eyes!" I reached out and used 3500 SP and ended up with... nothing.

"Fuck!"

I punched my palm in frustration and cried over losing so many points. With a sad sigh, I decided to play it safe and used 1500 SP for a Diamond pull.

Clink!

[You have pulled: Aoi Todo's Domain Expansion, Symphony of Unending Applause! Rank: Diamond.]

Blinking, I felt the usual burst of information flood my brain. "Hold on... Todo didn't have a Domain back in JJK. Could that mean that... this System can grant me the fully realized Domain of every Curse Technique I have?!"

Slipping off my mask, I failed to notice the wide, greedy smile growing on my face. Slowly, a low chuckle escaped my throat as I held my head.

"Incredible... simply incredible!"

As I looked down at my mask, excitement welled within me as I envisioned myself as the strongest being on the planet, wielding a Domain for every technique in my arsenal.

"Sukuna... the actual Sukuna would be rolling in his grave if he knew of my true potential. With enough time, I'd be a God amongst men. No! A God of Curses!"

Before I could fall into delusions of godhood that would make Yagami Light blush, I slapped myself and calmed down. No matter how much power I could one day wield, I couldn't allow myself to get drunk on it.

Otherwise, I would become exactly like Sukuna. Perhaps even worse.

"I can't allow that... no matter what."

Falling on my ass, I looked over to my remaining points and sighed. "Use 1500 SP."

Over the course of several minutes, my luck seemed to have run out due to me winning a lot of clothing and useless skills like Miwa's cooking skills, Todo's idol knowledge, Gakuganji's musical skills, and Nanami's knowledge of stocks. Then again, that last one might be useful.

Towards the end, I was lucky to have won another technique with the last of my points.

[You have pulled: Geto Suguru's Curse Technique, Cursed Spirit Manipulation! Rank: Gold.]

"In a world without curse spirits? How... useless."

x x x

[General POV]

Walking through the dark city streets of Kyoto, a very tall, fox-like woman with a curvy figure looked around anxiously at her phone.

The woman had shoulder-length blonde hair, with a single strand falling on the right side of her face. Her large blue eyes were framed by thick eyelashes, and she had pointed ears. In addition, her body was covered in green fur, while her underbelly was white and furry.

"Oh, dear. Am I getting close?" The woman, Miyagawa Naomi, muttered as she looked down at her phone's GPS. "Maybe I should just call someone?" She said as she looked around the more solitary area of the city she now found herself.

The bustling, loud streets and busy sidewalks were now off in the distance. With a disappointed sigh, Naomi decided to head back and call her friends to let them know she would be late for their get-together.

"Me and my bad sense of direction," Naomi muttered, her blonde eyelashes fluttering as she headed back to the main streets.

"Hey! Hey! Hold the phone! Where are you going?"

Naomi jumped and turned to see three seedy individuals walk toward her. Blinking, the fox-like woman squeaked nervously as the approaching men whistled.

"Damn, dude! Look at her!"

"She's like super freaking tall! And those boobs! They're huge!" A man with the features of a toad said as a long, thick tail danced in the air. "Hey, sweetheart. Come play with us! We'll show you a good time!"

"A-ah, sorry. I have somewhere to be." Naomi said with fear as she tried to escape. Unfortunately, her fear held her back from running.

"Come on! Don't be like that! Me and my buddies will show you a night you'll never forget-"

"Enough!"

Jumping down from a nearby fire escape, a man with pinkish-purple hair and green scaly skin wearing a blue mask landed between the men and Naomi.

Standing to his full height, the man could be seen wearing thick ninja-like gear while a pair of katanas rested on his back alongside a long wooden staff. At his sides were a pair of nunchucks and Sais.

"Go on, flee! I shall handle this!" Iguchi Shuichi, or as he's now known, The Masked Overwatcher, said as he drew his wooden staff. "Now!"

"O-okay!" Naomi nodded and ran off, but not before looking back to see Shuichi's broad back.

"Who the hell are you supposed to be?" One of the three men, a man with a Quirk that allowed him to hover 3 centimeters above the ground, said with a glare as his night of fun was now ruined.

"Me? Just a guy trying to do what's right." Shūichi said before dashing forward with his staff raised high.

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Tsukauchi Naomasa released a heavy sigh as he leaned back on his rolling chair. Stray hairs could be seen on his chin and upper lip while dark bags hung under his eyes from lack of sleep.

"Off the case... what the hell is going on?" Naomasa muttered as he reached over to his coffee mug, only to find it empty.

Giving up on his caffeinated beverage, the Detective rubbed his tired eyes and looked over at all the strewn-out papers and documents on his desk.

Or at least, the last remaining papers and documents he had over a case he's spent the past year building.

Every piece of information that he and his team worked so hard to collect and uncover about the villain Sukuna had been taken by the HPSC. The new private enforcement team they hired would be in charge of the case from now on.

An action that had enraged the Detective and his hard-working team.

When Naomasa had charged into the Police Chiefs office for an explanation, Tsuragamae Kenji could only offer him a disappointed look.

"I'm sorry, Tsukauchi. It's out of our hands. Let's leave this to All Might and the private enforcement team... at least, for now."

Seeing the Chief's weathered and defeated expression, all the fight Naomasa had disappeared. With nothing more to do, the Detective returned to his office, where a lone folder sat in his desk drawer.

The HPSC and that new enforcement team hadn't taken everything from him.

Naomasa was lucky enough to have taken some of his work home during the siege of their intel. While bare, the folder held just enough information that would allow him to continue his own off-the-books private investigation. He'd be damned if he didn't do everything in his power to help his friend, Toshinori Yagi, in taking down Sukuna.

Shaking the sleep away, Naomasa looked around his private office, where several awards and accolades rested on his wall. There was even a framed picture of him and All Might sitting on his far-off bookshelf. After taking a deep, calming breath, the Detective turned back to his work.

"It's not like the sudden surge of criminal activity wasn't enough due to Sukuna's actions; now we have dozens of copycats and dozens of his so-called followers running around Japan... Was this his intention?" Naomasa wondered as he read through several police reports from all over the country.

The reports were on the arrests of several wannabe vigilantes and criminals wearing what seemed to be crudely made masks that Sukuna wore on the night of the Wakayama Incident. The night in which the King of Curses seemingly took down several of Japan's pro heroes with ease.

After Sukuna's existence went public, it seemed that all the information he and his team had gathered was somehow leaked to the public. Naomasa didn't know whether this was due to a mole in their forces or if their systems were hacked.

But what he did know was that the information of everything Sukuna had done was now out in the open. And that brought dangerous consequences.

Said information started from Sukuna's vigilante acts of taking down criminals and inadvertently keeping the streets clear due to the criminals/Villian's fear of him was a significant factor for a large portion of society calling him a hero without limits.

The sheer idea of some calling Sukuna, a mass murderer, a hero was sickening to Naomasa.

The situation worsened when people learned that Sukuna had single-handedly taken down one of Japan's most notorious crime lords, along with his extensive kidnapping and child trafficking operations. This only solidified Sukuna's status as a hero, someone who did whatever was necessary, regardless of the consequences.

A lethal protector, some called him.

This caused a meteoric rise of support and adoration for Sukuna through the internet and word of mouth. In the end, this caused several civilians to try to enact their own justice for those they deemed to be in the wrong.

Unfortunately for them, they misjudged just how ruthless the real world was.

Several vigilante wannabes ended up dead due to them overestimating their own strength.

The lucky ones ended up arrested with minor injuries, while several others ended up in the hospital with grave injuries.

When it came to the criminal underbelly, they somehow grew emboldened to act out more against the heroes. Before, heroes were an unstoppable force that could not be beaten. No matter what. But after the Wakayama Incident, that mindset that kept those too scared to act was shattered.

Now, Villains and criminals attacked heroes without fear to show off their own strength and prove their dominance. Because if the King of Curses could take down a couple of heroes and become famous, why couldn't they?

Thankfully, in complete contrast to the Sukuna supporters, there were still those who condemned him for his crimes.

A large number of the people of Japan were now calling for his immediate arrest and to be brought to justice.

Even after several weeks after the Wakayama Incident, to this day, the police were still constantly bombarded with questions and demands about when Sukuna would finally be stopped.

It was reassuring to hear that society still held the rule of law above vigilantism.

"Madness. Pure madness." Naomasa said as he stood up, his stiff joints popping after being motionless for so long. "If we don't take down Sukuna soon, the public will only fall deeper into madness. He needs to be stopped soon. No matter what."

Walking over to his office's lone window, Naomasa stared out to the night sky with hope in his eyes. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Hope that All Might would soon set everything back to the way it was. Back when things were peaceful and when the public didn't support a mass killer.

x x x

Shuji Saito walked through the dark streets of his home city with dull eyes, his body seemingly on autopilot as he hobbled down the lonely sidewalk.

"Get out! Get out of my sight! I-I didn't raise some criminal!"

"I can't believe you would have done such a thing... I have no son."

Despite all the tears he's spilled today, Saito's eyes began to grow humid yet again. With a choked sob, he numbly walked into a nearby alleyway and leaned against the cold brick wall to his right.

"No... no, that's not true. I'm not a criminal!" Sliding to the ground, Saito sobbed as he hugged his backpack. A backpack full of money.

"Ah, before I forget," Gakiya Sōru muttered from inside his dingy little yellow car. Leaning back, the lawyer reached back and grabbed a rather large backpack. He then tossed it to a recently released Saito. "This is a gift from him. Now then, good luck, young man. Let's hope we never have to meet again."

"Money... is this his way of apologizing?" Saito chuckled as he unzipped the backpack where bundles of yen sat within. "What good is money... when my life is ruined?!"

With an angry roar, Saito threw the backpack down the alleyway, causing the pile of money to spill out. "My parents look at me like I'm the scum of the earth! All my friends treat me like a monster! Money won't fix this!!"

Ever since he was released from the juvenile detention center a week ago, Saito had been treated like the lowest of the low. Like the scum of the earth. A horrible criminal. Abandoned by everyone he knew and cared for because they believed he was a heinous criminal who attacked helpless girls just so he could satisfy himself.

The sheer disgusted and disappointed expressions his friends and family gave him made Saito almost jump off the nearest rooftop available.

But something deep inside him stopped him.

What had stopped him from taking his life was Saito's deep, deep, utter hatred for the man who ruined his life.

"Sukuna!" Saito howled with his forehead pressed against the floor, his arm clutching his stomach tightly as if in horrible pain. "I HATE YOU!!"

"Is that so? Well, it seems we have that in common then, young man."

Saito looked up sharply toward the sound of the voice. Standing over his thrown backpack, a man dressed in a suit and an odd black helmet held his hands behind his back.

'What is this feeling? This guy feels just like him?! No... This is different. Who is this person?' Saito thought as he stood to his feet numbly.

"I have a proposal for you, Shuji Saito." All For One said as he approached Saito calmly. A large grin stretched over his scarred face from under his helmet. "One that I think will benefit the both of us quite nicely." Reaching out, All For One held out a hand toward Saito.

"Come, Saito. Let me help you destroy the man known as Sukuna, the King of Curses."