Special Grade

"Huh? You want to be a sorcerer?"

Gojo Sawa had just walked out of the Tombs of the Star Corridor when he heard Gojo Satoru's slightly disdainful exclamation.

"Come on, you've got cursed energy but no technique—wanting to become a sorcerer is nothing but a pipe dream, right?!"

Riko Amanai looked unconvinced. "Then I'll use cursed energy to strengthen my body and train in martial arts!"

Gojo Satoru's face was lined with exasperation. "You really are a stubborn one, aren't you!"

Gojo Sawa, however, quite agreed with Riko Amanai's idea.

Having cursed energy inside but no technique, relying on that energy to reinforce the body and train in martial arts—the most typical examples were Itadori and Kusakabe.

But then again, as another Star Plasma Vessel, Yuki Tsukumo possessed the powerful technique "Star Rage." There was no reason Riko Amanai shouldn't have an innate technique.

Gojo Sawa thought for a moment, then said to Riko Amanai, who was still arguing with Gojo Satoru, "If you want to become a sorcerer, I know someone who'd be perfect to teach you."

"But you need to think it through. Becoming a sorcerer means losing a normal life and dealing with curses every single day."

Riko Amanai nodded firmly.

Through this incident, she had deeply realized how powerless it was to have no strength.

If she were just an ordinary person, it wouldn't matter, but she happened to be a rare Star Plasma Vessel.

Even if she escaped this crisis, she wasn't sure those people wouldn't come after her again later for some other purpose.

Besides...

Riko Amanai glanced sidelong at Gojo Satoru.

She felt like being a sorcerer might actually be pretty interesting.

"Alright then, Yaga-sensei, I'll leave Riko's enrollment in your hands!"

"Oh, and Misato too—she's Riko's family. Even though she has no cursed energy, she can handle some clerical work at the school."

Misato Kuroi, who hadn't wanted to be separated from Riko, was overjoyed. "Thank you so much, Gojo Sawa-san! You're a good person!"

Masamichi Yaga's face darkened. "I'm just fated to be a teacher who works himself to the bone for his students!"

"By the way, Taku, what did Tengen-sama say?"

Suguru Geto asked, a hint of worry in his brow.

Gojo Sawa had stirred things up too much this time. First, he'd slaughtered a large number of non-sorcerers, then fired off a Hollow Purple right at the higher-ups.

Keisuke Sawanin, the elder of the Sawanin Clan's high council, had ascended on the spot, not even a scrap left behind.

Luckily, Gojo Sawa had held back in the end—the other higher-ups were only severely injured and would recover in a few months.

But killing and attacking sorcerer higher-ups—that was a charge he could never wash clean.

Gojo Sawa scratched his head. "Uh... Tengen and I had a friendly and harmonious exchange, and she decided not to pursue this matter anymore."

"Also, she's already found another way to delay her evolution, so she doesn't need to merge with a Star Plasma Vessel anymore."

"As for those higher-ups, after the scare I gave them, they should be smart enough to compromise. If they're not, I'll just go have another talk with them—reasonably."

"Friendly, harmonious, reasonable?"

Suguru Geto's eye twitched.

Knowing Gojo Sawa as he did, he didn't believe a single word of those terms.

Gojo Sawa snorted coldly. "Hey! Geto! What's with that look? Is my reputation really that bad in your eyes?"

Suguru Geto turned his face away. "Taku, a man should know himself."

Gojo Satoru chimed in, "Yeah, big brother, with your personality, the real move would be to take a dump on Tengen's head!"

Gojo Sawa clenched his fists with a forced smile. "Geto! Satoru! Do you two think that just because you've grasped Reverse Cursed Technique, you've caught up to me?"

"Well..."

Gojo Satoru pushed down his sunglasses, revealing his pale blue eyes.

He admitted it—now that he'd grasped Reverse Cursed Technique, he was pretty confident, even a little cocky.

Even though his brother had also grasped Reverse Cursed Technique, if he and Geto teamed up, they might actually be able to suppress him!

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto exchanged a glance, sharing a knowing smile, and the latter silently pulled out Playful Cloud.

Gojo Sawa chuckled. "Judging by your stances, you two are definitely itching for a beating!"

"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red!"

"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red!"

"Cursed Technique Reversal: Bestow!"

Boom!!!

Masamichi Yaga quickly shielded Misato Kuroi and Riko Amanai as he ran out of the combat zone.

Watching the small mushroom clouds rising behind him, Yaga's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Those three reckless brats!!!"

Within the Tombs of the Star Corridor, Tengen, who had just fallen into slumber, jolted awake.

"An earthquake?"

As Gojo Sawa expected, the higher-ups wisely chose to compromise.

No, rather than compromise, it was more accurate to say they were afraid.

That Hollow Purple of Gojo Sawa's had carved a trench several kilometers long right under the higher-ups' noses.

This kind of inconceivable power had already surpassed the realm of sorcerers.

The key wasn't just Gojo Sawa; the subsequent three-way brawl outside the Tombs of the Star Corridor showed that Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto also possessed power on the same level.

The trio's close friendship was well-known to everyone. If they pursued Gojo Sawa's fault, they'd be facing three monsters beyond the norm.

Just thinking about that scene sent chills down the higher-ups' spines.

Wasn't that just asking for death?

And strictly speaking, Gojo Sawa hadn't caused that much of an impact.

Lord Tengen could now suppress his own evolution without needing a Star Plasma Vessel.

The non-sorcerers Gojo Sawa had killed were from the Star Religious Group—in the higher-ups' eyes, just a bunch of extreme fanatics who weren't favored anyway. Dead was dead.

The injured higher-ups were too embarrassed to bring up the fact that a bunch of old-timers had been one-shot by a first-year Jujutsu High student.

They were just annoyed at those sneaky bastards from the Gojo Clan, who, hearing their prodigy was about to show his might, had retreated far in advance and didn't take a single scratch.

As for the dead Keisuke Sawanin, the Sawanin Clan could only swallow their teeth and bear it.

Back then, Toji had massacred the Sawanin Clan too—why didn't they pursue that? Was it because they didn't want to?

In the cafeteria, Gojo Sawa ate his homemade tomato-scrambled-eggs-with-sugar version, Suguru Geto ate soba noodles.

And Gojo Satoru, having just finished his main meal, was wolfing down Ohagi.

Riko Amanai and Misato Kuroi watched from the side, utterly dumbfounded, seriously suspecting his sugar intake had already reached lethal levels.

Masamichi Yaga slapped three files onto the table.

"You three have been rated Special Grade!"

Special Grade—not only a recognition of the trio's strength, but also a signal of the higher-ups' compromise.

"Oh~"

Gojo Sawa and Suguru Geto mumbled vaguely, while Gojo Satoru kept scarfing down Ohagi.

Masamichi Yaga's fists clenched with a crack.

"This is Special Grade! The three of you, get serious!"

"Um... what's Special Grade?"

Riko Amanai raised her hand and asked.

Masamichi Yaga explained, "Special Grade is the highest rating for sorcerers. One must possess power far exceeding a Grade 1 sorcerer, even a sorcerer with a large-scale destructive technique, to be called Special Grade."

"Of course, if one has some extremely rare and highly useful special abilities, they can also be rated Special Grade."

"As of now, including the three of them, there are only four Special Grade sorcerers in the jujutsu world."

Riko Amanai was stunned.

She knew Gojo Sawa and the others were strong, but they were this strong?!

It felt like the illusion of a neighbor suddenly becoming the world's richest person overnight...