The yellow flash of jujutsu high

Phylosophy {57}

The midday sun cast a warm glow upon the temple courtyard. Keitaro sat in front of Panditji with his back straight and a notebook clutched in his hands. He had shed his cloak of the night healer and was now a student, eager to absorb the knowledge that Panditji had to offer.

"Today, Keitaro," Panditji began in a gentle voice, "we will explore the heart of Hinduism - the concept of Dharma."

Keitaro quickly took out his notebook and started writing. He knew that Dharma was a complex concept that included duty, righteousness, and living a life in accordance with the cosmic law. However, Panditji's explanation made the concept more vivid.

Panditji explained that Dharma was not a set of strict rules, but a guiding principle. It was about understanding one's place in the universe, their role in the grand cycle of life, death, and rebirth. He paused, and his gaze twinkled as he continued, "There are parallels, wouldn't you say, to your own philosophy of restoring balance? You see the imbalance in the natural world, and you act to correct it. That, in essence, is a form of Dharma.""

Keitaro's brow furrowed in concentration. The connection Panditji made resonated with him. His purpose, his drive to heal, aligned with the concept of maintaining cosmic order.

Panditji continued, his voice weaving a tapestry of stories and philosophies. He spoke of Karma, the law of cause and effect, and how one's actions in this life shaped their future. Keitaro noted the similarities to the concept of universal balance within the world. Every action had an equal and opposite reaction, on a personal and a universal scale.

This made his mind think a bit more, So Gojo birth caused the world to make stronguer curse in order to balance everything out.
However shouldnt his existance further inbalance something as his birth may not have shaken the world like Satoru but he was strong and he had access to an ability that made him rival Satoru.

He,Satoru and Geto should have been prodigy born once every hundread yeas or something but they were all born around the same time.He was the same age as Geto, He was 18 and Gojo was only one year older than him.

What could be an entity so strong that it would require such a thing, the only possible answer he could think of would be Ryomen Sukuna but he was dead and his finger were seperated plus currently no one could be his vessel.

The conversation then shifted to Buddhism, another ancient Indian religion. Panditji explained the Four Noble Truths – the truth of suffering, the truth of the cause of suffering, the truth of the end of suffering, and the truth of the path to the end of suffering.

"Here, Keitaro," Panditji said, his eyes fixed on a distant point, "we see a focus on detachment from worldly desires as the path to liberation from suffering. It's about achieving a state of inner peace, a state of harmony within oneself."

Keitaro scribbled in his notebook, his mind racing. He saw a connection to his own need for replenishment after using RCT. The act of healing the world took a toll, and achieving inner peace was vital to maintain his ability to help others.

"Both Hinduism and Buddhism," Panditji concluded, his voice filled with wisdom, "emphasize the interconnectedness of all things. We are not separate from nature, but part of it. Our actions have consequences, and true happiness lies in living in harmony with the world around us."

The midday sun shone through the intricately carved windows of the temple library as Keitaro sat cross-legged on a red cushion, facing Panditji. The room was filled with the scent of burning incense, and ancient texts and statues lined the shelves. Keitaro, who held a notebook in his hand, was curious about the Hindu gods and how they fit into the concept of achieving truth and peace.

"Panditji," he began respectfully, "you have spoken about Dharma and Karma, but I am curious about the Hindu gods. How do they fit into the concept of achieving truth and peace?"

Panditji chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ah, the Devas," he said, thoughtfully stroking his beard. "They are not mere gods in the Western sense. They represent aspects of the divine, forces of nature and universal principles."

He gestured towards a nearby statue that depicted a four-armed figure with an elephant head. "This, my friend, is Ganesha, the remover of obstacles. He embodies new beginnings and the wisdom to overcome challenges. By seeking his blessings, you can clear the path towards your own inner truth."

Keitaro scribbled quickly in his notebook, his brow furrowed in concentration. "So, the Devas are more like symbolic representations?"

Panditji nodded. "Indeed. They are manifestations of Brahman, the ultimate reality, the single, universal consciousness from which all creation flows. By understanding and honoring these aspects of the divine, we can achieve a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around us."

"And what about achieving peace?" Keitaro pressed, his voice genuinely interested. "How does one become truly one with the world?"

Panditji smiled gently. "That, Keitaro, is a question that has been pondered by philosophers and spiritual seekers for millennia. There is no single answer, for the path to peace is unique for each individual."

He tapped a finger against an ancient text. "The Bhagavad Gita, our sacred scripture, speaks of three paths to liberation: Karma Yoga - the path of action, performing your duty without attachment to the outcome; Jnana Yoga - the path of knowledge, seeking self-realization through understanding; and Bhakti Yoga - the path of devotion, cultivating love and surrender to the divine."

Keitaro pondered Panditji's words. "What about meditation? I've heard it plays a role in achieving inner peace."

Panditji's smile widened. "Absolutely. Meditation is a powerful tool for calming the mind, quieting the ego, and connecting with your inner self. Through meditation, you can begin to understand the interconnectedness of all things, fostering a sense of oneness with the universe."

Keitaro's eyes sparked with understanding. He realized that achieving peace wasn't about a singular act but rather a journey of self-discovery, aligning his actions with universal principles, and cultivating inner stillness.

"However," Panditji continued, his voice taking on a lighter tone, "if you're interested in delving deeper into the philosophies of Buddhism, particularly their focus on meditation, then seeking guidance from a Buddhist monk would be the most fruitful path."

A/N..........As This chapter is so goddam dialogue heavy is a side story.
Shoko was taking her usual smoke break as she was just walking around the school ground, she didnt really have anything she wanted to do in particular so she just walked aimlessly.
Suddenly she heard the sound of someone being hit incredibly hard.

And was that the sound of bones breaking.....
She walked toward the area where she heard the sound with a bored look on her face.
As she arrived what she noticed stunned her.
Here it was Gojo standing still as a giant curse was hammering fist into him.
Her eyes went toward Keitaro and he seem to be enjoying this as he had a smile on his face.

"Now finish it off with a reversal red" Keitaro said to which Gojo open his mouth and said "You know dam well i cant do it"

"ANd this is suppose to affect me how exactly" Keitaro retorded to which Gojo just replied.
"You are a horrible pokemon trainer"

Shoko blinked once then twice after hearing what they were doing before immediatly turning around and walking away mentally telling herself that she wasnt old enough to deal with this bullshit that they were doing.

Its going to be a real pain in the ass to heal them later.
The job of medic,she deserve a smoke break for this