Jujutsu Kaisen: I Can Travel Back in Time-Chapter 58 - 53 It’s only level 2, Nanami can handle it easily!

"Eh?" As soon as Geto finished speaking, Suzuki Sonoko leaned in. "Geto-kun, do you know that blond, handsome guy? He's totally my type!"

"Every handsome guy is your type," Ran Mouri sighed, rolling her eyes.

"That's not true!" Sonoko pointed at Gojo Satoru and declared bluntly, "He looks unapproachable. Sure, he's handsome, but he's not my type."

Geto was impressed by her intuition.

Satoru always seemed cheerful and outgoing, skilled in social games and as thick-skinned as they came. But deep down, he wasn't easy to get close to. Geto had always wondered why Satoru latched onto him so persistently.

"Uh... Actually, he's Satoru's junior. I've only known him for two hours," Geto admitted.

Before Sonoko could press further, Gojo cut in, clearly uninterested in the conversation. "Nanami, have you finished your homework?" His tone was that of an older student barely tolerating his juniors.

"It's just a level-two curse. Nanami can handle it in his sleep," Haibara Yu answered before Nanami, who was already glaring at Gojo with his usual disdain.

"Oh, so your name is Nanami!" Sonoko beamed. "I'm Suzuki Sonoko, a classmate of Geto-kun. Since your work is done, why not join us?"

"Sonoko, are you sure there's a performance here?" Geto asked, glancing at the empty theater entrance. "Why isn't anyone waiting outside?"

"Oh, well..." Sonoko hesitated before grinning. "There's no official performance today, but I know the theater manager. He's letting us watch the rehearsal of their new play for free! It's like our own private VIP show!"

"Really?" Haibara Yu turned to Nanami, eyes sparkling. "Since we're already here, and we've got nothing to do this afternoon..."

Nanami sighed, clearly uninterested but too tired to argue. He gave a reluctant nod, and Haibara immediately joined Sonoko and Ran. "Hi, I'm Haibara Yu, and the blond guy is Nanami Kento. We're Gojo-senpai's juniors."

A Familiar Face

"Suguru!"

Geto, bringing up the rear, froze at the deep, familiar voice calling his name.

"Matsumoto Sa? You know Geto?" Sonoko blinked.

Geto turned toward the stage, where a man with black curls and pale skin stood, waving at him. He had the easy confidence of an artist—composed yet effortlessly charismatic.

"Are you... Brother Matsumoto?" Geto hesitated.

"Suguru, it's me!" Matsumoto Sa grinned, dimples showing. "I didn't expect to see you here! When did you come to Tokyo? You should be in high school now, right?"

Gojo watched the exchange, silent but attentive. He had a near-perfect memory, and yet... no recollection of Geto ever mentioning this man.

"Brother Matsumoto, I didn't expect to run into you! Are you working here now?" Geto asked, his normally sharp eyes softening slightly.

"Matsumoto Sa is the owner of this theater," Sonoko explained. "He's pretty famous in the industry!"

"Come on, I'm just making a living," Matsumoto said modestly, his dimples deepening.

"Sa, I brought a bunch of friends to support you today. You won't disappoint us, right?" Sonoko teased.

"Of course! But you'll have to wait a bit—we're finalizing the script. The rehearsal starts in about half an hour," Matsumoto explained, scratching his black curls.

"You take care of your work!" Sonoko waved him off cheerfully.

Matsumoto smiled, gave Geto a quick nod, and returned to the stage.

As the group settled into the audience, Geto watched Matsumoto's busy figure, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Back in his hometown, Geto had been the only one who could see cursed spirits, and Matsumoto Sa was the only person who believed him. When others laughed, Matsumoto had always stood by him.

"The theater owner seems really nice!" Haibara Yu mused, taking a seat beside Geto. "Nanami and I actually broke a spotlight here while exorcising a cursed spirit earlier, and he didn't even ask us to pay for it!"

"You exorcised that level-two cursed spirit here?" Gojo tilted his head.

"Yeah, right here."

"Was Matsumoto Sa in the theater at the time?"

"No, the staff had to evacuate. The manager insisted on keeping the rehearsal on schedule, so they just moved everyone to a café across the street."

"Including Matsumoto Sa?"

"I think so," Haibara Yu said, unsure. "That's usually the assistant supervisor's job."

Before Geto could comment, he felt something—a faint trace of cursed energy lingering in the air.

He frowned. It wasn't strong, but it was recent.

Noticing Geto's change in expression, Gojo's posture straightened slightly. "You sense something?"

"Maybe." Geto glanced around the theater. "Just a residual presence. Could be from the exorcised curse."

Haibara Yu's eyes widened. "Wait... are you saying there's still something here?"

Before Geto could answer, a sharp scream echoed through the theater.

Everyone instinctively turned toward the sound.

Matsumoto Sa and a middle-aged man on stage reacted first, sprinting backstage. Sonoko, Ran, and Conan immediately followed. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Gojo clicked his tongue. "Oh great. Another crime scene."

Haibara Yu paled. "Did someone actually—"

Gojo exhaled through his nose. "My Six Eyes aren't wrong."

Nanami remained still, as if this didn't concern him. Geto, however, was already on his feet.

"Satoru, it's another murder case," Geto said quietly.

Gojo sighed. "You're telling me like it's a surprise. Every time Conan's around, someone dies."

Haibara Yu gave him a horrified look, while Geto resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

At that moment, Conan's voice rang out from the stage. "Gojo-kun, who's the murderer?"

Gojo didn't even turn around. "What, you need my help? Thought you were a genius detective."

"But—"

Conan caught up to them, his expression serious. "The victim was the scriptwriter, Kusuke Yoshimura. About thirty years old. More importantly—he was likely killed by a cursed spirit."

The casual air around Gojo vanished.

Geto met his gaze, already knowing what he was thinking.

If a non-sorcerer was killed by a curse, then something was definitely wrong.

Gojo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, there goes my weekend."

Nanami folded his arms. "Are you finally going to take this seriously?"

"Yeah, yeah." Gojo waved a hand. "Let's clean this up before the cops make a mess of things."

Geto nodded, his expression unreadable.

Something about this case didn't sit right with him.

And for the first time that evening, he wasn't thinking about Matsumoto Sa.