April 2005, Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Early that morning, Masamichi Yaga arrived at the entrance to Jujutsu High.
Today was the day he would be welcoming new students.
"Five, huh? There are quite a few students this year."
The Jujutsu World had long been understaffed, and each class at Jujutsu High usually had fewer than ten students.
There had even been years with only one student.
Seriously—without you, there wouldn't even be a class.
"Only one civilian. Cursed Spirit Manipulation, huh? It really is a Technique with a lot of potential."
Eiji had simply had the Zenin Family handle his enrollment application, so when they submitted applications for Eiji and Artoria, the Zenin Family polished them up a little.
Masamichi Yaga put away the documents and quietly waited for the new students to arrive.
Masamichi Yaga was actually someone whose appearance and inner self contrasted greatly.
Beneath that stern exterior was an exceptionally delicate heart.
Otherwise, he could not have raised such an adorable Panda.
Just as Masamichi Yaga waited with eager anticipation, a White Hair abruptly appeared before him.
Masamichi Yaga did his best to maintain a teacher's dignity, though inwardly he was thinking that young people these days truly had no martial virtue, scaring an old comrade like him.
"You must be Satoru Gojo. I'm Masamichi Yaga, your first-year teacher."
Masamichi Yaga introduced himself to Satoru Gojo.
Satoru Gojo, who had been looking around, turned his gaze back.
"Hello, I'm Satoru Gojo, desu~."
Satoru Gojo had one hand in his pocket while he held two fingers to his forehead with the other and gave a little wave, his voice carrying a playful lilt.
Just like the rumors said, he was quite a lively child.
Masamichi Yaga thought to himself.
Then two more people walked over.
A short-haired black-haired boy