Yuji Itadori's mental fluctuations were too obvious, with great ups and downs, so of course Izawa Sugi noticed it.

He set up the illusion to train his students, not to torture them with illusions, so when Yuji Itadori's mental fluctuations became too great, Izawa Sugi immediately flew over as a Flying Thunder God to check out the situation.

It was obvious that Yuji Itadori had suffered a great psychological blow. He looked like a blade of grass destroyed by a storm and looked extremely pitiful. Izawa Sugi stretched out his hand to the pink-haired boy: "Come on, let's go to the roof."

At this moment, Yuji Itadori's mind was full of question marks and doubts. He was confused about the story that happened in his dream and also had strong self-doubt. After seeing teacher Izawa Sugi, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and held Izawa Sugi's hand.

The school building of the technical high school is an old-style temple roof. Sitting on the dark gray tiles and feeling the cool night breeze, Yuji Itadori felt that cracks had appeared in his soul and body, and he was cold from the inside out.

"Teacher...are the things in the illusion really illusions?"

Yuji Itadori thought of the photo of the curser that Megumi Fushiguro showed him two days ago, and couldn't help but ask.

“No.” Izawa Sugi’s expression was calm and distant. “Although the environment is different and the people who encountered this incident are different, the incident you encountered is indeed a true story. The role you played... that child is the younger generation of my family. He used his life to save two partners, but in the end one of the two partners died and the other collapsed, so he..."

Yuji Itadori was stunned. He looked sideways at the teacher beside him.

The moonlight fell on Ize Shan, but it did not emit a silver glow. Instead, it faintly revealed a hint of golden luster.

His long black hair fell down, and the emerald green color at the ends of his hair made him look inhuman. He didn't seem like a real living person, but rather a traveler who had come from a distant place.

Carrying secrets that ordinary people cannot explore, he has been immersed in the years and accumulated thick memories and the past. It seems that nothing can shake his spirit and will anymore, because everything that is happening now is just like this to him.

Looking at this person, Yuji Itadori's heart gradually calmed down. He asked softly, "What happened next?"

Ize Shan couldn't help but chuckle when he thought of the last time he saw Uchiha Obito.

"He has grown up and matured, and is now a qualified office worker."

Yuji Itadori felt disillusioned: "Is that so?"

The anger and hatred in the illusion that tried to expose the truth of the world were too intense. Yuji Itadori could not imagine that such a fierce person would become a corporate slave in his daily life.

Yuji Itadori looked down at his hands, then held them tightly. He asked in a difficult tone: "Teacher, in the illusion, Mr. Gojo said that in order to save me, many, many other people's lives were sacrificed, so..."

Thinking of what Izawa Sugi said about his body being special, and thinking about how he could perfectly contain Ryomen Sukuna's power, Yuji Itadori was not stupid, but even very smart, and his voice became a little low and hoarse.

"Am I really me? Why was I born and appeared?"

Izawa Sugi raised his eyebrows. After suffering such a dramatic death, Yuji Itadori was still able to rationally recall what had happened before and even connect it to reality. This was much better than Uchiha's logical thinking.

"What do you think?" Izawa Sugi asked first, and then he said: "Yuji classmate, before swallowing Ryoumen Sukuna, can you see the cursed spirit?"

"cannot."

"Before this, was there anything special about you?"

Yuji Itadori fell into deep thought: "...No? Uh, my physical fitness is particularly good? The teacher of the track and field team always wants me to join, but I need to go home after school to see my grandfather, so I have never joined any clubs."

"Better?" Izawa Sugi chuckled. Every Jinchūriki has something special that is far superior to ordinary people. Naruto is a descendant of Uzumaki, Matou Sakura has a special talent for virtual numbers, and Itadori Yuji's physical fitness is probably more than just better. "I heard from Gojo that it was you who saved Fushiguro-san."

Yuji Itadori smiled bitterly: "Thinking about it now, I was too reckless at the time. I have always been confident in my physical fitness. I thought that if Fushiguro could do it, why couldn't I? So I rushed into the teaching building."

"No, before you swallowed your finger, you had already saved Fushiguro-san."

Izawa Sugi shook his head. "That is to say, even if you didn't get the power of Ryomen Sukuna, you still had the ability to face the third-level or higher cursed spirits. You didn't have the cursed power and the technique at that time, so you couldn't exorcise the cursed spirits. But with your physical ability, you were able to escape, right?"

Yuji Itadori recalled the situation at that time and nodded slowly.

Izawa Shan asked: "Do you think that a normal person would have the physique to directly fight against a third-level cursed spirit?"

Yuji Itadori's eyes widened, his heart was pounding, and his brain was in a mess.

He wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

An idea was about to come to mind, but Yuji Itadori didn't want to admit this possibility at all.

——His birth was an experiment, like a custom-made container like pottery production.

"Your grandfather must also know that you are special, right?" Izawa Sugi continued, "I heard from Gojo that before your grandfather died, he told you that he hoped you could die surrounded by people, right?"

Yuji Itadori nodded subconsciously.

"Then the answer is obvious." Izawa Shan said as a matter of course: "You just asked yourself why you came to this world, and your grandfather has already told you!"

"It's not someone else's vessel, and it has nothing to do with conspiracy or intrigue. Your grandfather raised you for so many years even though he knew you had problems, and he also tried to guide you onto what he thought was the [correct] path. Why do you think this is?"

Yuji Itadori's eyes became sore and his lips trembled slightly: "I...Grandpa..."

"Because you are his grandson, he is your grandfather." Ize Shan smiled, "He loves you."

Yuji Itadori closed his eyes and tears began to fall. He kept wiping his eyes, but he couldn't stop them.

"So what's there to be confused about?"

Ize Shan said in a light tone: "In this world, there is such a person, a thin, sick old man, without any magical power, and does not understand the conspiracy surrounding you. He just worries about you, loves you, and tries to make you recognized by others. He died surrounded by people..."

"Perhaps to many people, you are just a vessel for Ryomen Sukuna, but to your grandfather, you are his grandson who worried about him and was still thinking about him before he died."

"You have a grandpa who loves you so much... Yuji-san, are you still in pain? Are you still sad? Are you still at a loss?"

He looked at the boy who was crying uncontrollably and touched his head.

"Answer me, why did you come to this world?"

Yuji Itadori cried and said loudly: "It's because of grandpa's request..."

Ize Shan patted the boy unhappily: "No, it's to live up to your grandfather who once loved you, and to gain more love!"

"Mr. Fushiguro asked Gojo Satoru for a favor for you, and Gojo Satoru took on so much trouble for you. Have you forgotten all that?"

Yuji Itadori nodded repeatedly. He only cared about nodding. Tears were still flowing uncontrollably, but his heart felt as if warm water was flowing through it, making him feel warm.

At this moment, recalling what his grandfather said before his death, Yuji Itadori finally understood the earnest hopes and expectations in his grandfather's words.

——You are very powerful. If you want to save others, just do what you can and save as many people as possible.

——It doesn’t matter if you are confused, and don’t mind if you are not thanked. In short, you must work hard to save more people, and you must die surrounded by people.

Yes, since my birth may have trampled on countless lives, and I have obtained the power of Sukuna, I should use this power to save others to the best of my ability.

Helping others is not for the sake of getting thanks or making yourself happy, but to live up to those lives that died because of you.

Grandpa let himself die surrounded by people because he hoped that this alien could be recognized and loved by everyone, and hoped that he could find a home and a place in this world.

Yuji Itadori looked up at the night sky. The wind was still blowing gently, but at this moment he could no longer feel the cold. On the contrary, he felt his blood boiling and his heart pounding, like a tender seed breaking through numerous obstacles and breaking out of the ground.

The Milky Way above his head penetrated the sky, and the stars mixed with tears, and in Yuji Itadori's vision turned into the voice, appearance and smile of his grandfather.

The boy's eyes became clear and pure, his whole temperament became steady and heavy, and Izawa Sugi's voice rang in his ears.

“Maybe the whole world will abandon you and betray you in the future, but don’t forget that there was once someone who was still worried about you and loved you before he died.”

Yuji Itadori couldn't help but laugh.

Izawa Sugi stood up and grabbed Itadori Yuji's arm: "Okay, our late-night talk is over. It's almost one o'clock. Let's go to bed early."

He brought Yuji Itadori back to the room, and when he was about to turn around and leave, Yuji Itadori suddenly reached out and grabbed Izawa Sugi's sleeve.

"Thank you, Mr. Qianshou." The boy's eyes were bright. "I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Izawa Shan blinked and said, "It's not a big deal, but if you don't hand in your paper on time tomorrow, I will be angry."

Yuji Itadori: “…”

Cold sweat broke out on my body, and all the intense emotions were frozen, leaving only confusion.

I have been busy these past two days racking my brains to think about the content of the illusion, and I haven’t finished writing the paper yet!!

Izawa Sugi left Yuji Itadori's room and returned to a spacious room where various research equipment were placed.

Noctua Masamichi wore gloves and a white coat, looking like a scary lab geek.

He noticed that Izawa Sugi had returned: "How is it? Is everything okay with Yuji-san?"

"He suffered some mental stimulation, I have solved it." Izawa Sugi said with a smile: "Also, Sukuna has entered the game. Although he left as soon as he was touched, since he entered the illusion, he will naturally leave behind fluctuations in his pupil power."

Although Yaga Masamichi didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, he could judge that Izawa Sugi seemed to be setting a trap for Ryomen Sukuna.

"Just keep it in mind."

Then he said excitedly: "I just checked it again, there is absolutely no problem!"

Ize Shan looked at the stage: "Oh? Let's start then?"

The panda, who was trembling and wanted to cry, looked at Ye Mo Zhengdao with tears in his eyes: "Zhengdao, do you really want to do this?"

Ye Moth said: "Don't be afraid, Panda, I'm just adding a new mode for you, trust me!"

Ize Shan was putting on gloves. Hearing the panda's trembling voice, he comforted the other party in a gentle tone.

"Don't worry, I'm a skilled worker~"

Panda: Meow!