Tokyo Jujutsu High, proposed by Tengen and funded by the three great families, is a training ground for sorcerers.
Naturally, in the spirit of fairness, it admits not only those from the three great families but also sorcerers of other origins.
At this moment, Masamichi Yaga clutched the new student files, his expression a tangle of emotions.
Six Eyes Twins, innate Reverse Cursed Technique, Cursed Spirit Manipulation.
What in the world?
Could he even handle this group?
Undoubtedly, this batch was the most exceptional in Yaga's teaching career.
But, frankly, they were too exceptional, and the pressure was crushing him.
Just then, a gust of wind swept through, and two figures appeared abruptly before Yaga.
Flawless white hair and lashes, cerulean eyes gleaming like the edge of the sky.
Their appearance left no doubt about their identity.
Satoru Gojo grinned, waving. "Hey, old man, you our teacher?"
Yaga nodded sternly. "That's me. Masamichi Yaga."
Sawa Gojo and Satoru followed with their introductions.
Before they finished, a car pulled up near the shrine.
The door opened, revealing a short-haired brunette girl with a cigarette dangling from her lips.
Her vibe was apathetic, yet her delicate, cute features—accented by a tear-shaped mole on her cheek—added undeniable charm.
"Sawa! Satoru!"
Shoko Ieiri waved at her old friends.
Since meeting eight years ago at the banquet, she'd kept in touch with them, growing quite close.
Sawa glanced at her, teasing, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Only fourteen and already playing delinquent with cigarettes?"
"Tch~"
Shoko rolled her eyes, pulling a portable metal flask from her jacket.
Glug, glug, glug…
Yaga's eyelid twitched.
This girl looked like a pure schoolgirl but was secretly into smokes and booze!
Shoko wiped the liquor from her lips, noticing the stern, old-fashioned man behind Sawa and Satoru.
"Hey, old man, I'm Shoko Ieiri."
"I'm Masamichi Yaga, your teacher from now on."
Yaga nodded, recognizing her as the "national treasure" sorcerer with innate Reverse Cursed Technique.
That left just one…
"Caw—!"
A sudden bird-like cry cut through Yaga's thoughts.
Everyone looked up as a massive, six-to-seven-meter-tall avian cursed spirit descended.
It had a duck-like beak with a huge, pouch-like sac.
Sawa recognized it instantly—Suguru Geto's flying mount, the Grade 1 cursed spirit Pelican.
Satoru, however, was clueless.
Spotting a Grade 1 spirit soaring freely over the school, he sprang into action.
"Puny cursed spirit, daring to cause trouble here? Take this!"
Cursed energy cloaked his fist as Satoru launched skyward, aiming a punch at the Pelican.
Only then did he notice someone standing on its back.
Suguru Geto was dumbfounded.
He'd just arrived to register at the school, and before landing, someone was throwing punches!
Was this some bizarre school welcome ritual?
"What the hell?! You're serious?!"
Suguru leaped off the Pelican, his own cursed-energy-wrapped fist swinging down.
BAM!!!
Since Satoru hadn't used Limitless, the sheer force knocked both back.
Landing, Suguru glared at Satoru, his face dark with irritation.
"You got a problem?"
Satoru realized his mistake but, for some reason, Suguru's face just rubbed him the wrong way.
"Ha? Bangs boy, don't think blocking one punch makes you hot stuff!"
"Releasing cursed spirits on campus is against the rules. Wanna get beat?!"
Suguru smirked, summoning more spirits.
"Try me, white-haired freak!"
Sawa, inexplicably dragged into the mess, froze, then grinned wickedly, pulling a megaphone from nowhere.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Ignoring Sawa's instigation, Satoru and Suguru were already raring to go.
In that brief clash, both sensed the other was a powerhouse on their level!
It was a strange sensation, like two beings of a higher order meeting amidst the masses.
The air grew heavy, time seeming to freeze, then abruptly surged forward.
Satoru and Suguru moved simultaneously.
Phase.
Twilight.
Eye of Wisdom.
Technique Forward: Blue!
A blue orb, reminiscent of a Rasengan, shot toward Suguru, carrying terrifying gravity and tearing force.
"Sandworm: Earth Burial Swallows All!"
The ground split open, a massive worm emerging with a black-hole-like maw, swallowing Blue whole.
Before Blue could shred it, the worm dragged it underground.
RUMBLE—
The earth collapsed into a massive crater.
"He diverted Blue like that!"
Satoru's eyes lit up—this was the first time Blue had failed!
"Hey! Don't zone out in a fight!"
Suguru's voice came from behind Satoru.
"Rainbow Dragon!"
A dragon-shaped spirit roared forth, but its attack halted half a meter from Satoru.
Limitless Technique!
Suguru was stunned. "No wonder it's the legendary technique of the three great families!"
Satoru didn't hold back praise either. "Your technique's strong too, and you're fast!"
Suguru's speed, slipping behind him in the dust of the collapse, had caught Satoru off guard.
"Pure physical skill!"
Sawa, now a play-by-play commentator, looked surprised.
Suguru Geto, born to a non-sorcerer family, had physical skills surpassing Satoru, who'd trained systematically!
By Shinbu-ryu standards, Suguru's physicality was at least Full Transmission level.
But on reflection, Sawa wasn't shocked.
While Cursed Spirit Manipulation is powerful, early on, Suguru had no spirits to control.
He must've honed his physical skills to compensate for his technique's initial weakness.
"Enough! Cease fire!"
Yaga bellowed. "Look what you've done to the school!"
The fight's aftermath was devastating.
The surroundings were a wreck, the wide field looking like it'd been plowed.
Satoru and Suguru stopped, giving sheepish grins at the chaos.
"Satoru Gojo! Suguru Geto!"
"Here!" ×2
"Five hundred laps around the field, or no dinner! No cursed energy allowed!"
Satoru and Suguru exchanged a glance, on the verge of tears.
Sawa and Shoko snickered nearby.
"You two as well!"
"Huh?!?"
Sawa and Shoko were gobsmacked.
Shoko raised her hand in protest. "Teacher, I'm a non-combat sorcerer!"
"Then two hundred laps!"
"…"
In the end, four figures trudged around the field, grumbling.
The soft glow of dusk filtered through the clouds, casting long shadows from their forms.
Years later, recalling this moment, all four would sigh with heartfelt nostalgia—
"That sunset run was the youth we lost!"