Tokyo Jujutsu High was a school for jujutsu sorcerers, proposed by Tengen and funded by the Three Great Families.
Of course, in the spirit of equal treatment, Tokyo Jujutsu High admitted not only students from the Three Great Families, but also jujutsu sorcerers from other backgrounds.
At that moment, Masamichi Yaga held the new students' files in his hands, his brow furrowed with mixed emotions.
The Six Eyes Twins, the innate ability to use Reverse Cursed Technique, Cursed Spirit Manipulation.
What the hell?
Was this really something he could handle?
Without a doubt, this was the most outstanding group of freshmen Masamichi Yaga had ever encountered in his teaching career.
But he had to admit, they were a little too outstanding. Masamichi Yaga felt immense pressure.
Just then, a gust of wind swept past, and two figures abruptly appeared in front of Masamichi Yaga.
Their white hair and lashes were flawless, and their azure eyes were as magnificent as the farthest reaches of the sky.
There was no doubt about who they were, given those features.
Gojo Satoru grinned and gestured toward himself. "Hey, mister, you're our teacher, right?"
Masamichi Yaga nodded with a stern expression. "That's right. My name is Masamichi Yaga!"
Gojo Sawa and Gojo Satoru introduced themselves in turn.
Before they could finish, a car pulled up beneath the shrine.
The door opened, and a girl with short brown hair stepped out, a cigarette dangling from her lips.
She looked utterly listless, though her features were delicate and cute. The beauty mark on her cheekbone only added to her charm.
"Sawa! Satoru!"
Ieiri Shoko raised a hand to greet her two old friends.
Ever since they'd met at a banquet eight years ago, she'd kept in frequent contact with them, and they'd grown quite close.
Gojo Sawa glanced at Shoko and teased, "Hey, hey! You're only fourteen, and you're already smoking like a delinquent?"
"Tch~"
Ieiri Shoko rolled her eyes and pulled a portable metal flask from her pocket.
Glug, glug, glug...
Masamichi Yaga's eyelid twitched.
This girl looked like a pure, innocent little student, but behind the scenes she was into both smoking and drinking!
Ieiri Shoko wiped the liquor from the corner of her mouth, then noticed the stern, old-fashioned man sitting behind Sawa and Satoru.
"Hello, mister. I'm Ieiri Shoko."
"I'm Masamichi Yaga. I'll be your teacher from now on."
Masamichi Yaga nodded. So this was the jujutsu sorcerer who could use Reverse Cursed Technique innately, hailed as a "national treasure."
That left only...
"Caw—!"
A sudden cry, like a bird's call, interrupted Masamichi Yaga's thoughts.
Everyone looked up to see a gigantic bird-like Cursed Spirit, six or seven meters tall, swooping down from the sky.
It had webbed feet like a duck and a huge pouch beneath its beak.
Gojo Sawa recognized it. It was Suguru Geto's flying mount, the Grade 1 Cursed Spirit Pelican.
Gojo Satoru, however, had no idea.
The moment he saw a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit flying recklessly over the school, he sprang into action.
"Just a puny Cursed Spirit, and you dare cause trouble here? Take this!"
Cursed Energy wrapped around his fist as Gojo Satoru shot into the sky and swung at the Pelican.
Only then did he notice someone standing on its back.
Suguru Geto was a little dumbfounded.
He'd come to enroll at the school, and before he'd even landed, someone had rushed up to punch him.
Was this some kind of special welcome ritual?
"Holy crap! You're actually serious?!"
Suguru Geto leaped off the Pelican in one quick motion, bringing down a fist wrapped in Cursed Energy of his own.
Bang!!!
Since Gojo Satoru hadn't used Limitless, the force of the impact sent them both flying apart.
They landed, and Suguru Geto looked at Gojo Satoru with a dark expression.
"What's wrong with you?"
Gojo Satoru knew he'd made a mistake, but for some reason, the more he looked at Suguru Geto's face, the more it annoyed him.
"Hah? Split-bangs! Don't think you can act all cocky just because you blocked one of my punches!"
"Releasing Cursed Spirits wherever you please on school grounds is against the rules. You want me to beat you up?"
Suguru Geto's smile didn't reach his eyes as he summoned one Cursed Spirit after another. "You white-haired freak, come and try!"
Gojo Sawa, who'd been dragged into it for no reason, froze. Then he grinned through gritted teeth and pulled a megaphone out of nowhere.
"Fight! Fight! Fight..."
Ignoring Gojo Sawa's attempt to fan the flames, Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto were already itching to fight.
In that brief exchange, both had sensed it: the other was every bit as strong as he was!
It was a strange feeling, like two beings on a different plane of existence finding each other amid the teeming masses.
The tension thickened. It was as if time had stopped—then, in an instant, it started moving again.
Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto moved at the same time.
"Phase."
"Twilight."
"Eye of Wisdom."
Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue!
The small blue sphere looked just like a Rasengan as it shot toward Suguru Geto, dragging along terrifying gravitational force and a tearing effect.
"Sand Worm: Earth Burial Void Devour!"
The ground split open, and a giant worm opened its mouth, black-hole-like, swallowing Blue in one bite.
Then, before Blue could tear it apart, the worm forcefully dragged it underground.
Rumble—
A massive fissure collapsed into the ground.
"You actually moved Blue out of the way like that!"
Gojo Satoru looked intrigued. It was the first time he'd ever missed with Blue!
"Hey! Don't get distracted in the middle of a fight!"
Suguru Geto's voice suddenly came from behind Gojo Satoru.
"Rainbow Dragon!"
The dragon-shaped Cursed Spirit roared forward, but its attack stopped half a meter from Gojo Satoru.
Limitless!
Suguru Geto was a little shocked. "As expected of the legendary inherited technique of the Three Great Families!"
Gojo Satoru was just as generous with his praise. "Your technique is strong too, and you're really fast!"
Suguru Geto's speed as he'd suddenly appeared behind Gojo Satoru through the dust kicked up by the collapsing ground had startled him as well.
"That's pure hand-to-hand combat!"
Gojo Sawa, watching from the sidelines, turned into a star commentator, looking a little surprised.
Suguru Geto, a jujutsu sorcerer born into a non-sorcerer family, had better hand-to-hand skills than Gojo Satoru, who'd received systematic training!
By the standards of True Martial Style, Suguru Geto's hand-to-hand skills had reached at least Kaiden level.
But on second thought, Sawa wasn't surprised.
Cursed Spirit Manipulation was powerful, but when Suguru Geto first awakened it, he hadn't captured any Cursed Spirits.
In the early stages, Suguru Geto must have needed to train his hand-to-hand skills to make up for the weaknesses of Cursed Spirit Manipulation.
"That's enough. Stand down!"
Masamichi Yaga suddenly shouted. "Look at what you've done to the school!"
The shock waves from their fight had caused plenty of damage.
The whole area was a mess, especially the broad sports field, which looked as if it had been plowed.
Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto stopped. Seeing the devastation around them, they gave sheepish grins.
"Gojo Satoru! Suguru Geto!"
"Here!" ×2
"Run five hundred laps around the field. No dinner until you're done! And no using Cursed Energy!"
Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto looked at each other, close to tears.
Gojo Sawa and Ieiri Shoko snickered from the sidelines.
"You two, you're running too!"
"Huh???"
Gojo Sawa and Ieiri Shoko, caught in the crossfire, stared in blank astonishment.
Ieiri Shoko even raised her hand in protest. "Teacher, I'm a non-combat sorcerer!"
"Then two hundred laps!"
"..."
In the end, all four of them began trudging around the sports field, running laps.
The soft light of dusk filtered through the clouds, falling across them and casting long shadows.
Years later, whenever the four of them looked back on that moment, they would all say with heartfelt feeling—
"That run beneath the sunset that year was my lost youth!"
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