Jujutsu Kaisen: I Can Travel Back in Time-Chapter 50 - 44 If I tell you the truth, would you report me ?

Yamashita Ryo turned his head toward the police station, clapped the dust off his hands, and slipped the stolen phone into his jacket pocket. A smirk tugged at his lips as he prepared to leave.

A small-time police station could never hold him. He had grown up on the streets—escaping from a place like this was nothing new. As long as he could snatch a phone or laptop, slipping through their fingers was just another part of the game.

Night had fully set in, but the neon lights lining the streets bathed Tokyo in an artificial glow, making it feel like day. This wasn't a place to linger.

Stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, Ryo weaved through the familiar streets, taking sharp turns down alleyways to lose any potential tail. He had every intention of vanishing into the shadows.

Then he heard it. Footsteps.

Whoever was following him wasn't even trying to be subtle. The steady rhythm of their steps echoed clearly in the alleyway—two people.

His fingers curled around the phone in his pocket, and a cold, ominous energy pulsed through his palm. Cursed energy. He channeled it into the phone, and in an instant, a massive robotic curse spirit materialized behind him.

This creature was born from humanity's fear of AI's rapid evolution, but calling it a "robot" would be too generous—no one would design something this grotesque.

Its mechanical limbs extended in all directions like twisted appendages, and its oversized, searchlight-like eyes spun wildly in their sockets. The thing emitted a low, grating hum, its movements sluggish and jerky. Every step left behind thick pools of black oil.

Lumbering forward, the curse spirit prepared to attack the two figures in pursuit.

Then came the roar.

A deep, bone-rattling sound that sent a shiver down Ryo's spine.

He didn't need to see it to know—this was a high-level curse. At least grade one. What the hell was something like that doing here?

Before he could react, something massive emerged from the darkness—a dragon.

The cursed dragon lunged forward, tearing into the robotic spirit with terrifying speed. The battle wasn't even a contest. In seconds, the metal monstrosity was ripped apart, crushed in the dragon's jaws before being swallowed whole.

Ryo flinched and hurled the overheating phone from his hands just as it exploded with a sharp bang.

A voice rang out, casual yet laced with amusement.

"Yamashita Ryo, fancy running into you again after all these years. Think it's fate?"

Ryo turned, heart pounding. Standing before him was the white-haired guy who had picked him up like a stray cat earlier that afternoon. Beside him stood another figure—tall, dark-haired, with oddly cut bangs and striking violet eyes.

Ryo forced out a nervous chuckle. "I don't know what you're talking about. We literally just met this afternoon."

The white-haired sorcerer grinned, unfazed. "Yeah, well, maybe you'll remember later."

Gojo Satoru shrugged, his tone light but his gaze sharp.

"But that's not the important part. What matters is when you're going to tell us the truth about your brother's death... and that USB drive those guys in black were after."

Ryo stiffened. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Gojo sighed dramatically. "Man, wild sorcerers really don't understand how brutal the jujutsu world can be."

His usual easygoing expression darkened slightly. "Believe me, I grew up in the Gojo clan. I know better than anyone how people like them operate. They can sentence someone to death without ever needing a trial."

Then, just as quickly, his playful demeanor returned. He turned to his companion with a grin.

"Hey, Suguru, I'm craving some edamame daifuku. Hurry up and tie this guy up so we can hand him over to Tomioka Kento."

His voice was teasing, almost playful, but beneath the playful tone lurked something unsettling.

Geto Suguru didn't bother responding and only said something under his breath

"What a crazy fucker" before shifting his gaze back to Ryo.

Ryo swallowed hard, glancing at the cursed dragon still looming ominously in the background. There was no way he could escape—not against these two.

His mind raced. If he told them everything, would they still hand him over?

"If I tell you guys the truth, will you let me go?" he asked warily.

Gojo's expression was all sincerity. "Of course! As long as you haven't killed anyone, and you haven't broken the sorcerer's code, we'll let you walk."

Ryo hesitated. Then, with a sigh, he started talking.

"Nii san... he discovered something when he was seven. Something strange. He wasn't like normal kids. He could manipulate a kind of power inside him, use it to do things other people couldn't."

Gojo and Geto exchanged glances.

"You mean he had an innate technique," Geto said smoothly.

Ryo nodded. "Yeah. I can control cursed spirits through machines. But my brother—Gen—he could turn those bonds into something digital. He stored them in a USB drive, and anyone who activated the program would inherit a link to a cursed spirit."

Geto's gaze sharpened. "A digital curse bond?"

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"That's right."

Ryo exhaled and ran a hand through his hair.

"At first, we had no idea what we were doing. We were just messing around—using it to play pranks, binding low-level curses and scaring teachers and classmates we didn't like. Nothing serious. Just dumb kid stuff."

"And then?" Geto pressed. "What made you start distributing these programs at events like Puzzle & Dragons?"

Ryo grimaced. "We got stronger. We started binding higher-grade curses. Two months ago, we caught a grade-four curse, and Gen turned it into a program. For fun, we sent it to some random guy we met online."

Gojo raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess—bad idea?"

Ryo scoffed. "You have no idea. The next day, that guy vanished. Two days later, we tracked his IP, went to his house, and found out he had barely survived. Someone had saved him—someone the government sent."

Geto frowned. "A jujutsu sorcerer?"

"Probably," Ryo confirmed. "After that, Nii san stopped distributing the programs. But then... men in black showed up. They wanted him to do something for them."

Gojo's smile vanished. "Let me guess. They wanted him to spread those USB drives at the Puzzle & Dragons promo event?"

Ryo clenched his jaw. "Yeah. And if I hadn't gone along with it, I wouldn't be standing here right now. But even then... Nii san still died."

His voice was flat, emotionless, but the slight tremor in his hands gave him away.

"The last thing they wanted... was for Gen to turn the bond into something bigger. A curse program—something that could self-replicate like a virus. Something unstoppable."

Silence hung in the alley for a long moment.

Then, Gojo let out a low whistle.

"Damn. That's a whole new level of reckless."

Geto crossed his arms. "Sounds like someone's trying to weaponize curses through technology."

"Which means," Gojo added with a grin, "we're about to make their lives really difficult."

Ryo could only stare.

He wasn't sure if these two were his captors or his only shot at survival.