Jujutsu High, Suguru Geto

Tokyo Jujutsu High was a school for sorcerers established on Tengen's proposal, funded by the Three Great Families.

Of course, adhering to the principle of equal treatment, Tokyo Jujutsu High admitted not only members of the Three Great Families but also sorcerers from other backgrounds.

At that moment, Masamichi Yaga held the new student files in his hands, his brow furrowed with complexity.

The Six Eyes Twins, the innate "Reverse Cursed Technique," Cursed Spirit Manipulation.

What the hell?

Was this a situation he could handle?

Without a doubt, this batch of new students was absolutely the most outstanding Yaga had ever encountered in his teaching career.

But he had to admit, they were outstanding to the point of excess, and Yaga felt the weight of immense pressure.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, and two figures abruptly appeared before Yaga.

White hair and lashes, flawless and beautiful; pale blue pupils, as magnificent as the edge of the sky itself.

With such distinctive features, the identity of the newcomers was beyond doubt.

Gojo Satoru grinned and raised a hand in greeting. "Hey, old man, are you our teacher?"

Yaga nodded with a stern face. "That's right. I'm Masamichi Yaga."

Gojo Sawa and Gojo Satoru then introduced themselves in turn.

Before they finished, 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.

Her expression was listless, but her features were delicate and cute, especially the beauty mark on her cheekbone, which added to her charm.

"Sawa! Satoru!"

Ieiri Shoko raised a hand to greet her two old friends.

Ever since they met at a banquet eight years ago, she had kept in close contact with them, their relationship quite familiar.

Gojo Sawa glanced at Shoko and teased, "Hey, hey, hey! Starting to play the delinquent and smoke at just fourteen?"

"Tch~"

Ieiri Shoko rolled her eyes and pulled a portable metal flask from her pocket.

Gulp, gulp, gulp...

Yaga's eyelid twitched.

This girl looked like a pure, innocent young thing on the surface, but behind the scenes, she was into both booze and smokes!

Ieiri Shoko wiped the liquor stains from her lips, then noticed that behind Sawa and Satoru sat a stern, old-fashioned man.

"Hello, sir. I'm Ieiri Shoko."

"I'm Masamichi Yaga. I'll be your teacher from now on."

Yaga nodded. So this was the so-called "national treasure" sorcerer, the one born with the ability to use the Reverse Cursed Technique.

Finally, there was only one left...

"Screech--"

A sudden cry, like a bird's call, interrupted Yaga's thoughts.

Everyone looked up to see a massive bird-like cursed spirit, six or seven meters tall, descending from the sky.

It had webbed feet like a duck's and a huge pouch under its beak.

Gojo Sawa recognized it—this was Suguru Geto's flying mount, the first-grade cursed spirit, Pelican.

But Gojo Satoru had no idea about this.

When he saw a first-grade cursed spirit flying freely over the school grounds, he immediately struck.

"Little cursed spirit, you dare run wild here? Take this!"

Cursed energy wrapped around his fist, Gojo Satoru launched into the air, punching toward the Pelican.

It was only then that he noticed someone standing on the Pelican's back.

Suguru Geto was bewildered.

He had just come to the school to register, and before he even landed, someone was already throwing a punch at him.

Was this some special welcome ceremony at the school?

"What the hell?! Are you serious?!"

Suguru Geto leaped off the Pelican in a single bound, his own fist wrapped in cursed energy as it came down.

Boom!!!

Since Gojo Satoru hadn't activated his Limitless, the sheer force of the impact sent both of them flying back.

Both landed on the ground, and Suguru Geto stared at Gojo Satoru, his face dark.

"Do you have a death wish?"

Gojo Satoru knew he was in the wrong, but the moment he saw Suguru Geto's face, for some reason, it just pissed him off more and more.

"Hah? You shitty fringe, don't think blocking one punch means you can get cocky!"

"Releasing cursed spirits on school grounds is against the rules, you know? Want me to beat you up?!"

Suguru Geto gave a smile that didn't reach his eyes as he summoned one cursed spirit after another. "You dead white-hair, come try it!"

Gojo Sawa, dragged in for no reason, froze for a second, then grinned with gritted teeth. He pulled out a megaphone from who knows where.

"Fight! Fight! Fight..."

Ignoring Gojo Sawa's instigation, Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto were already itching for a fight.

From that brief probing exchange just now, both of them had realized—the other was a powerhouse on par with themselves!

It was a strange feeling, like two individuals from a different level of existence meeting among the masses.

The atmosphere froze, as if time itself had stopped, then suddenly 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, shooting toward Suguru Geto with terrifying attraction and tearing force.

"Sand Worm: Earth Burial Void Devour!"

The ground burst open violently. A massive worm opened a mouth like a black hole and swallowed Blue whole.

Then, before Blue could tear it apart, it forcibly dragged the technique deep underground.

Boom—

The ground caved into a massive crater.

"So that's how you moved Blue away!"

Gojo Satoru's expression turned intrigued. This was the first time his Blue had ever missed!

"Hey! Don't get distracted in a fight!"

Suguru Geto's voice suddenly appeared 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 bit stunned. "No wonder they say it's the hereditary technique of the Three Great Families!"

Gojo Satoru didn't hold back his praise either. "Your technique is strong too, and you're fast!"

The speed at which Suguru Geto had appeared behind him just now, using the dust from the collapsed ground as cover, had even startled him.

"That's pure physical technique!"

Gojo Sawa, watching from the sidelines, turned into a gold-medal commentator, his expression a little surprised.

Suguru Geto—a sorcerer born into a non-sorcerer family—had physical technique that was actually stronger than Gojo Satoru's, who had received systematic training!

By True Martial Style's ranking, Suguru Geto's physical technique had at least reached the level of Kaiden.

But thinking about it more carefully, Sawa wasn't surprised.

Cursed Spirit Manipulation was powerful, but when Suguru Geto first awakened it, he hadn't tamed any cursed spirits at all.

In the early stages, Suguru Geto must have trained his physical technique to make up for Cursed Spirit Manipulation's weakness.

"Enough, ceasefire!"

Masamichi Yaga suddenly shouted. "Look at what you've done to the school!"

The aftermath of their fight was devastating.

Everything around was a mess, especially the wide sports field, which looked like it had been plowed over.

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto stopped, glanced at the wreckage, and gave sheepish smiles.

"Gojo Satoru! Suguru Geto!"

"Here!" ×2

"Run five hundred laps around the field, or no dinner! And remember, no using cursed energy!"

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto looked at each other, on the verge of tears.

Gojo Sawa and Ieiri Shoko snickered on the side.

"You two go too!"

"Huh???"

The collateral-damaged Gojo Sawa and Ieiri Shoko stared with two faces of utter bewilderment.

Ieiri Shoko even raised her hand in protest. "Teacher, I'm a non-combat sorcerer!"

"Then make it two hundred laps!"

"..."

In the end, four figures began running laps around the track, bitter and miserable.

Twilight's soft light filtered through the clouds, casting long shadows over the four of them.

Years later, whenever they recalled this moment, all four would sincerely sigh—

"That run beneath the setting sun was my lost youth!"