In My Hero Academia with a Jujutsu Kaisen Gacha System

Chapter 56: NO. 56 - School Life

"Hey, did you hear? All of class 1-A was expelled! Like, on the first day!"

"Shit. Really? Is that allowed?"

"Apparently. The teachers here have much more freedom to do what they want. That's UA for you."

Gossip filled the cafeteria loudly. All of which revolved around the hot-button topic of the expulsion of every student in class 1-A. Everyone was either talking about it or trying to dig up more details.

Aizawa doesn't play around.

"Hey, scrub," I said, looking at my frozen classmate, Konya Toshio. "You still upset you didn't make it into class 1-A?" I then took a bite of my onigiri as he mechanically looked over to me.

[+5 SP]

"...that could have been me. I could have been expelled on the first day!" Toshio said dramatically as he held his chest as if in pain. "This must be fate! I was placed in class 1-D, so I could one day take up one of those empty spots in class 1-A!"

This guy must be off his medication.

"Uh-huh."

I ignored him and turned to Himiko, who was happily munching away at some fried rice beside me. Sitting to her left was that black-haired girl from yesterday, Ogasawara Hikari. Feeling my gaze, she turned to me and jumped. She then raised her arms over her flat as a board chest and turned away.

The hell? Does she think I'm ogling her or something? If I were to ogle someone here, it would be Midnight. I have no interest in those empty, flat fields of yours.

Today was the second day of our UA High school career and the official start of our elite education. Yesterday didn't count because it was mostly about our course introductions and orientation. Principal Nezu's speech made up for a large portion of the morning. He mostly spoke about how excited he was at overseeing our development and what kinds of Heroes, Support Innovators, or even future scholars we'd all be.

After that, we all just meandered through the day. During our extensive free period to get familiar with the school's curriculum, several of my classmates had already created and joined their own cliques.

The so-called attractive and strong students created one for themselves, composed of seven students. The rest broke off into their little groups and whatnot. Unfortunately, I somehow found myself in a group filled with weirdos. Said weirdos were as follows...

Konya Toshio was an odd and possibly schizophrenic guy with dreams of grandeur. He believes with his entire soul that it's only a matter of time before he becomes a great hero despite his piss-poor Quirk.

Ogasawara Hikari was a short, friendly girl who made quick friends with Himiko. She also seemed to think of me as a sketchy character who wanted to do illicit things to her. Dream on, girl.

Ike Mitsuko was a red-haired, orange-eyed cat girl who loved to talk about manga and anime non-stop. She had little care for those who thought anime was for children. Due to that, most of the class paid her no mind. But I thought she was chill.

Finally, Ishimoto Keiichi. He was a tall mountain of endless joy and charisma who saw the best in everyone. He also loved to talk about working out and all things muscles. A bit nieve that one.

These four people sat around Himiko and me at a lunch table at the back of the cafeteria.

"Waah! This week's Chapter was so intense!" Mitsuko cried as she closed this week's newest JUMP. "To believe that Goku-san was the legendary Super Saiyan! So epic! He's come a long way from being the young boy who fought off the Red Ribbon army."

"Goku? From that manga Dragon Ball Z?" Keiichi looked up from his protein-heavy lunch and flexed. "I've heard my little brother talk about him a lot! He sure has some impressive muscles!"

"He sure does!" Mitsuko nodded.

"If anything, you should stop growing your muscles, Keiichi-kun," Himiko said as she pointed at the struggling button on his blazer. "Otherwise, your blazer is gonna pop."

"Haha! Worry not, Toga-chan! I have several spares in my locker!"

Despite being surrounded by a unique group of classmates, I was thankful that they didn't treat Himiko any differently because of her Quirk. While not everyone shot her a disgusted look during our introductions yesterday, I could hear several comments throughout the class calling her Quirk disgusting. Even at UA, there were still rude and discriminatory people; they just concealed their attitudes better here.

"Shimizu-kun! Here, I don't like my broccoli, so you can have it." Mitsuko said as she dropped her vegetables on my tray without waiting for my reply.

"Oi. I'm not your waste bin where you can dump the food you don't want. Also, what are you? 5? Eat your veggies." I said as I began eating the broccoli despite my words. I wasn't about to turn down some of Lunch Rushe's delicious food.

[+5 SP]

"Huh? No way. They're gross..."

"You are a five-year-old."

After lunch, classes began as in any other school. Due to being in Gen Ed, the majority of our teachers were nonheroes and experts in their respective fields. They were great at teaching and explaining their subjects to us all. I could see how attending UA's Gen Ed course all but guaranteed one's admission to the college or university of their choosing. The education here was second to none.

Still, this didn't mean I wasn't bored out of my mind. I've grown so used to avoiding school thanks to my clones, but that was something I couldn't do anymore.

Being in such a place full of SP potential, I had to be the one to attend in order to rake in the points due to my clones not being able to earn them for me by proxy.

"Shimizu-kun!"

Unconsciously, my hand flew up and caught a flying piece of chalk that would have hit my head. Breaking out of my daydreaming of nappin' under a tree. I looked forward and saw my very annoyed teacher. All around me, I received annoyed and amused expressions from my classmates.

[5 x 20 = +100 SP]

"Since you want to stare out of the window so much, how about you answer this question, Shimizu-kun." My Maths teacher, Yamaoka Saki, said as she pointed at the rather intricate question on the chalkboard.

With a quick read-through, I leaned on my right hand and stared at her lazily. "It's 1/6, 0.166, or 0.167."

With a sigh, Saki nodded and turned back to her chalkboard. "That's correct. Good work, Shimizu-kun. But please... pay attention to the class."

"Sure thing, Teach."

[+5 SP]

"Call me Sensei, Shimizu-kun..."

"I guess he is smart." I heard one of my classmates whisper to their desk mates. "He did get second place on the written exam, after all." Was another student's reply.

"I guess that explains how someone like him got into UA then."

Is this casual racism or casual discrimination? Wait, those are the same thing.

I felt Himiko bristle in anger from behind me as the class's lesson resumed. Reaching back, I patted her hands to calm her down.

I looked down at my notebook and quickly wrote down what our teacher was explaining with little issue. As I did, I missed the look of interest from one of my classmates. A rather handsome, tall young man with grey hair and electric pink eyes stared at me before turning back to the lesson.

x x x

[General POV]

"The complete breakdown of Kobashigawa's empire and the destruction of the Shie Hessaikai. Our dear friend Sukuna has been rather busy."

Deep within his dark lab, All for One swiped through several dozen photos showing off the destruction at Kobashigawa's mansion and the utter devastation left behind by the battle between Overhaul and Sukuna, which resulted in the utter annihilation of the Florrum Ward, leaving behind a 100-meter wide area of nothing.

"Kurogiri." All For One said without turning around.

Appearing behind him was a person whose entire body seemed to be made out of a dark purple mist, save for his eyes, which were a glowing yellow. The man, who was made of mist, wore a very elegant suit with a tie and a metal brace that went from around his collarbone to just below his eyes.

"Yes, Master?"

"I believe it's time I finally see what the King of Curses is capable of myself." All For One grinned as he focused on a lone image of Sukuna, who was dressed in his black haori and white kimono outfit.

"You mean..." Kurogiri muttered as he realized his master's intentions.

"Yes. Let the Doctor know that I will be using that one." All For One chuckled as he leaned back in his chair, his right fist under his cheek. "Let's see firsthand what Sukuna can do and if he is truly worthy of my attention."

x x x

[Shimizu Souta POV]

[You have pulled: Kurourushi's Cursed Tool, Festering Life Sword! Rank: Platinum.]

Whistling from behind my new mask, I lifted the short, thick, cleaver-like sword with a unique shape and a grotesque design. If memory serves me right, this was quite possibly one of the most powerful weapons in all of JJK.

[IMAGE]

The Festering Life Sword's most prominent feature was the six distinct firing barrels on the front of the blade that could launch close-range projectiles at its target.

Even if the sword is blocked by an opponent's weapon, it's capable of shooting small eggs into the enemy's flesh to infect them. Shortly after being embedded into the target's skin, the eggs hatch, and small insect-like curses spawn from the wound. The same effect occurs if the blade slashes the target directly as well.

During its fight with Yuta, Kurourushi had managed to land a few strikes with this sword. Resulting in curse insects exploding out of Yuta's body violently. It was only due to Yuta's excellent fighting prowess and RCT that he was able to survive the attack. If he had fought any other sorcerer besides Yuta, Kurourushi would have won.

This means that the only way to survive a blow from this sword is to have RCT or an extremely powerful regenerative ability. Even with the latter ability, the cursed insects would continue to multiply within you. The victim would have to remove the body part where the sword struck before the insects had the chance to spread.

"Talk about OP." I grinned at the blade and placed it within Zaiko, causing the worm Shikigami to shudder. "We have just enough points for two more pulls. Use 1500 SP." I reached out and twisted the Gacha machine's dial. Soon enough, a nice glowing prize ball popped out.

[You have pulled: Ieiri Shōko's RCT Proficiently! Rank: Diamond.]

"Huh," I muttered as my brain downloaded everything Shoko knew about RCT. Raising my hand, I focused my RCT and watched as waves of white flowed around my hand. "So that's how you heal others. I gotta say, it sure is complicated."

Using my remaining points, I twisted the dial and waited.

[You have pulled Uro Takako's Cursed Technique, Sky Manipulation! Rank: Diamond!]

"Ooh! That's a good one." I said with a grin and dismissed the Gacha machine. "Today has been a very lucky day for me. Still, I could do without winning MeiMei's panties..."

With my gambling session now over, I looked around at the knocked-out bodies of the four debt collectors who thought they could do as they pleased. Off to the side, a battered and bruised young man around 25 years old sat knocked out against his living room wall. All around him was broken furniture and thrown appliances.

Ever since my encounter with the little girl whose mother was killed by greedy debt collectors, I decided to make my presence known to each and every collection agency in the country. I began tracking down all of their organization's hideouts after extracting the information from their underlings.

While I would have rather gotten rid of these debt collection groups in their entirety, I knew it was an impossible task. Sure, I could kill them all, but in time, more would pop back up. Similar to a hydra. So, to begin my new operation, I focused on the more violent debt collectors who used terror and violence to collect their money. I made it clear to everyone in their line of work that this approach of collecting their money would be met with violence and retribution by me. On the other end, I was more lenient to the ones who collected their debts with a softer approach.

Even with my involvement, there were still some people and groups who went against my warnings and got violent with those who owed them money, like these four bozos around me. Whenever that happened, I quickly found them thanks to my hundreds of crows all around the country and made an example out of them.

Looks like I just found four new test subjects for the Festering Life Sword. But first, let's do a little test...

Kneeling down, I placed my right hand over one of the debt collector's chests and began channeling RCT into his body. While I knew that normal cursed energy had a negative, almost poisonous effect on the humans of this world, I wondered what positive cursed energy would do. Soon enough, the man's wounds began to heal.

Good. It seems that RCT doesn't have any adverse effects on the people in this world.

Moving over to the beaten young man that these men had beaten to near death, I used RCT to heal him enough so that his ribs weren't stabbing into his lungs. When I was done, I grabbed the debt collectors' wallets and threw down their money on the ground.

"Here you go. Don't spend it all in one place." I said to the knocked-out young man before collecting all four of the debt collectors' bodies.

The next day, all four of them were found by the members of their agency and their Boss. Their bodies were torn and ruined by dozens of hungry insects, leaving their corpses a bloody and ruined mess.

Safe to say, they quickly fell in line.

Unknown to me at the time, my actions were beginning to have a ripple effect on the criminal underworld.

The name Sukuna was beginning to have more than one effect.

Instead of just causing fear and dread within all those who heard it, my name was now gardening respect and admiration from several individuals and groups.