Hearing such an intriguing topic, there was no way Akira could let this big little sister slip away.
A little later, Akira got the full scoop on the Wishing Pool from the two sisters, Niyei (Daylight) and Yuzuki (Evening Moon).
Niyei was the older sister—the Sky Priestess. Yuzuki, the younger one, was about ten years her junior, roughly Akira's age, though you'd never guess it from her looks. Another classic case of "this tower's sixteen" energy.
The sisters were polar opposites.
Niyei was petite, barely scraping 1.3 meters—a legal loli among legal lolis.
Yuzuki, on the other hand, stood a towering 1.8 meters, matching Akira's height, with a figure that could only be described as stacked. Even the traditional garb, which hid curves, couldn't downplay her presence.
If it weren't for her black hair, black eyes, and yellowish skin, Akira might've pegged her for a Russian girl. In his mind, only they bloomed this early and this well—though they often ballooned into hefty Ursaring-like aunties later in life.
Akira still remembered a past-life trip to Russia, spotting those border traders hauling small goods. Yep, over there, the hustle was dominated by middle-aged women—barrel-waisted, arms thicker than Akira's thighs, lugging cubic-meter sacks past him with a pressure that screamed why Russians earned the "bear" nickname.
But Yuzuki ran wild in these mountains daily. With that much exercise, she probably wouldn't end up like that—otherwise, what a waste.
Why bring this up?
"I grew this tall thanks to wishing at the Wishing Pool!" Yuzuki declared. "Sis is so short because she didn't wish. See? Good people get good rewards."
"So I'm the bad guy?" Niyei retorted, planting a solid kick on her sister's rear. "And where was this Wishing Pool when you were a kid? Stuffing your face all day—grow some brains instead of packing fat into useless places!"
Akira seriously suspected Niyei's "introduce my sister" pitch was a ploy to offload this "freeloading liability."
"I did grow brains!" Yuzuki protested, aggrieved. "The Wishing Pool popped up later, but the Sacred Mountain's always been there!"
The Bear Priestess lineage's names hinted at their roots—tied to primal nature worship, a flavor of Pokémon-esque spirit faith.
They didn't revere a fixed deity but the mountains and forests that granted blessings.
With faith came prayers and wishes, naturally.
Originally, it was just spiritual comfort mixed with metaphysics—hit-or-miss stuff. If jujutsu could handle it, the Bear Priestesses would lend a sneaky paw, given the offerings they received.
Yuzuki's wish to grow tall fell into this category. Science had long cracked height factors: Niyei was a case of congenital limits, while Yuzuki had the genes plus top-tier nutrition and exercise. Both sides had tech-savvy progressives—the Jujutsu Clan included.
Who'd have thought a mystical legend would actually come true?
Not long ago, a tremor rumbled near Sapporo.
At first, no one batted an eye—earthquakes are old hat for Japan. Low magnitude? No biggie.
But two days later, things got weird.
Some claimed they saw deceased loved ones in the Sacred Mountain.
Others swore they glimpsed a divine realm.
And one—Bear Priestess Yuzuki—said she ate tons of delicious food there.
The common thread? They'd all wished upon the Sacred Mountain.
When Niyei got wind of this anomaly, she rallied a team to investigate. On a once-ordinary slope, they found a new pool.
The water shimmered with dense spiritual energy.
Niyei knew this was no fluke and ordered the mountain sealed.
Her upbeat, slightly dim sister, though, saw it as a divine gift. She stepped up and wished: "Gimme something big!"
And boom—a massive, indescribable shadow-blob monster emerged. Even an elite Bear Priestess squad unloading their full moveset couldn't dent it—unsure if they even scratched it.
Finally, Yuzuki wished again: "Please, just disappear!"
And poof, it vanished.
Back and forth, Yuzuki strutted around, hyping it as a godly blessing.
Niyei wasn't so careless.
Jujutsu runs on equivalent exchange—wishes don't just happen for free. Add in this random monster, and she naturally linked it to a "Spiritual Field" mutation.
The Sacred Mountain sat at the heart of said field, where anomalies took wild forms. Later tests confirmed it: the mountain's cursed energy was off the charts lately.
That was enough for the Jujutsu Clan to call in the old playbook: summon a Special Grade.
Gojo Satoru, with his top-tier sight and strength.
Takanotsume Yuki, who could hear all things' voices. Both had tackled Spiritual Field oddities before.
Akira was a first-timer, but with a Special Grade title, Gojo's mentorship, and a combo of strength and charm, the Bear Priestesses trusted him.
Side note: this lineage was matriarchal—women ruled, and they'd snatch up any guy they fancied.
Gojo and Akira were prime targets in their strike zone, but both were out of reach. Gojo by his own power, Akira… well, you get it.
"Shanay shanay~ (Hands off my master!)"
Once Gardevoir flexed her rare dominance, shutting down every shady advance, Akira could finally tackle the anomaly.
Step one: check out this Wishing Pool.
The Bear Priestess village sat at the mountain's base, not far from the pool. With Swablu's flight advantage, Akira zeroed in fast.
The Wishing Pool wasn't huge—an irregular oval, just a few meters across its longest stretch.
But it was deep. No bottom in sight.
As Niyei said, the surface pulsed with intense spiritual energy—vibes distinct from cursed energy, or maybe more than just that.
Right then, his Pokémon crew chimed in unison.
"Maru~!"
"Tang tang~!"
"Dilu~!"
All on the same page: they wanted to dive into the pool.
Even steady Gardevoir and Darkrai sent mental pings—something in there was pulling them in.
"Could this be the unusual aura Gojo mentioned?" Akira squinted, turning to Pignite. "Was this what you felt last time? The thing that sped up your evolution?"
"Maru maru~ (Kinda similar, but not quite—this one's got no electric juice.)"
"Oh, moshi-roi."
Thanks to his Dragonite-style template, Akira could read Pignite's thoughts loud and clear.
Electric or not didn't matter—what mattered was the Pokémon connection.
This was a game-changer.
In this reality, everything Pokémon-related came through Akira's hands.
Which left him wondering: Why me? What do Pokémon mean in this jujutsu world?
Maybe the pool's depths held answers.
He tentatively touched the water, then sighed belatedly: "Should've brought Dratini along."
Useless in cities, but on water? That's when you miss a aquatic Pokémon.
"Shanay~ Shanay~ (I'll use Psychic!)" Gardevoir offered.
Akira had considered it, but he worried psychic power might trigger something odd.
Per Yuzuki's tale, the pool reacted to wishes—mental energy. Psychic was mental energy too.
But stalling wasn't an option. His own swimming skills? Two semesters of lessons, max. After some thought, he nodded.
"Let's do it. Darkrai, come out—take point."
"Wu~!" The nightmare god of stealth materialized.
"Pignite, Serperior, Swablu—gear up for a fight."
"Maru! / Tang tang! / Dilu!"
It'd been a while, but these little champs had grown into their own, each with solid self-defense skills.
"Gardevoir, use Psychic—part the water!"
At Akira's command, Gardevoir floated up, her precise Psychic slicing into the pool along its midline, slowly splitting the surface.
The pool was way deeper than it looked—three meters down, still no bottom.
At about five meters, sharp-eyed Swablu chirped: "Dilu~ (Over there!)"
Following its cottony wing, Akira spotted twisted, scribbly shapes—like text, or maybe those dancing men from Sherlock Holmes.
"Are these—Unown Totems???"