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How boring. He hadn't expected a keypad phone, and it didn't even have any games. Looking at the phone in his hand, Sukuna lost all interest in playing with it and casually tossed it into the bushes.

"How much farther is Jujutsu High?"

"We're here, we're here." Masamichi Yaga pointed at the steps ahead. "Just climb those steps, and you'll be at Jujutsu High."

Looking at the steps before him, Sukuna couldn't help reflecting that the Japanese a thousand years ago would never have built stairs. They had been so short that climbing them would have exhausted them to death.

By contrast, the Japanese of today had at least reached the average height for Asia. There were hardly any men or women under a hundred and thirty centimeters tall anymore.

"What are we waiting for, then? Let's go straight in." With that, he took a great leap straight to the top of the steps, unwilling to take even the slightest detour.

Looking at the empty, silent corridor before him and Masamichi Yaga following quietly behind, he couldn't help grumbling inwardly, In another year, Satoru Gojo will experience his first real growth here. It'll also be the crucial turning point that transforms Suguru Geto into the leader of the monkey-extermination cult.

"All right, let's head straight to the classroom. Your three classmates are waiting there."

"Sure." After reflecting on the upcoming plot, Sukuna followed Masamichi Yaga anyway. He didn't know the way ahead, after all.

"Satoru, who do you think this guy who suddenly appeared is? The teacher actually went to pick him up in person. Could he be from the Zenin Clan?"

Suguru Geto sat on a chair, his half-lidded eyes narrowed into thin slits as he gazed toward Jujutsu High's gates with a faint, ambiguous smile.

"The Zenin Clan? They're just a bunch of losers. Even that blond in their family isn't strong enough to warrant the teacher picking him up personally. Besides, there's no way that blond would come here."

Satoru Gojo sat backward on his chair, his upper body sprawled across the desk. Even with bandages wrapped around his eyes, the disdain in them was palpable.

Suguru Geto chuckled and said nothing more, while Satoru Gojo started trying to snatch the unopened lollipop from Shoko Ieiri's hand.

"Shoko~ Let me have the candy, pleeease~~"

Satoru Gojo suddenly pressed his palms together and wheedled. Shoko Ieiri shuddered, goosebumps rising all over her. She absolutely couldn't stand Satoru Gojo when he acted cute. It was just too disgusting!

"Idiot, don't look at me like that!!"

Gojo had already removed his bandages and was giving her a suggestive look. Shoko grimaced in disgust and shoved the unopened candy straight into his mouth.

"Love you, Shoko~" Satoru Gojo didn't mind in the slightest. Grinning, he tore the wrapper off the candy in his mouth and tucked it inside Suguru Geto's textbook, which he hadn't even opened yet.

"You idiot, Satoru Gojo. You're absolutely disgusting~" With that, she clenched her fist and swung it straight at his head.

"Hey! Missed me, missed me!"

Watching the two playfully tussle in front of him, Suguru Geto discreetly slipped the book containing the saliva-sticky candy wrapper onto Shoko Ieiri's desk, taking care to wedge it between her other books.

Once that was done, he pulled them apart with one hand each, adopting the air of a peacemaker as he urged them not to fool around in front of their new classmate.

Just as the three were bickering, the door suddenly slid open, and a stern-faced Masamichi Yaga walked in first.

Sukuna followed right behind him.

The three reacted differently to Sukuna's arrival. Suguru Geto greeted him with a smile, while Satoru Gojo tugged at Shoko's chair.

Only Shoko immediately tensed up. That was understandable, though: Suguru Geto wasn't from a jujutsu family, and everyone knew Satoru Gojo never read books.

Although Shoko came from only a minor family, what she had heard and seen growing up allowed her to recognize the black markings on Sukuna's body at a glance.

"Sir, why did you bring someone who swallowed Sukuna's Finger into the classroom?" As she spoke, she drew a scalpel from behind her back. She had been playing dissection games lately.

That was right! She had mistaken Sukuna for a human who had swallowed Sukuna's Finger. Such incidents had occurred from time to time over the past thousand years, after all.

In every era, there were always suicidal curse users who wanted to test the strength of their souls. Without exception, however, the overwhelming cursed energy had reduced them all to corpses.

Masamichi Yaga hurriedly waved his hands and said, "This is your classmate, a direct descendant of the legendary Ryomen Sukuna."

Although Masamichi Yaga himself didn't really believe Sukuna had any descendants, the principal had given him his instructions, so he could only follow them.

After all, rumors had long circulated at Jujutsu High that he, Masamichi Yaga, would become the next principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High.

"What?!" ×3

Even the frivolous, perpetually unserious Satoru Gojo began studying Sukuna carefully. The old fossils in his family had told him plenty of stories about the strongest King of Curses from a thousand years ago.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Sukuna hesitated for a moment before taking the initiative. "Hello, everyone. We'll be studying together for the next three years. I look forward to getting along with you."

After delivering that long speech so unlike his usual character, Sukuna even smiled at them, presenting himself as peaceful and approachable.

"Uh..." Hearing Sukuna speak first, Suguru Geto replied with a smile, "Likewise, descendant of Sukuna."

Anyone perceptive could have heard the hint of provocation in Suguru Geto's words, but our great Sukuna missed it entirely. He was still basking in the satisfaction of meeting Satoru Gojo.

After all, Satoru Gojo had been his favorite character before he transmigrated. Not to mention that he would eventually get to cut Satoru Gojo in half himself, which only excited him more.

"Hello, I'm Shoko Ieiri. Starting today, we're classmates." She glanced at Satoru Gojo, who had wrapped his bandages back on. Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, she could only introduce herself first.

Afterward, she looked at Satoru Gojo again before reluctantly adding, "This blindfolded idiot is Satoru Gojo. He's our classmate too."

"All right, I look forward to getting along with you! Also, may I call you Shoko?"

Sukuna wore a sincere smile, trying to speak as amiably as possible.

Just then, a mocking voice drifted over from the side. "May I call you Shoko~" Unsurprisingly, it was Satoru Gojo, who even stuck his tongue out at Shoko Ieiri afterward.

Shoko Ieiri shot Satoru Gojo a fierce glare, then turned back to Sukuna with a smile. "Of course. What should we call you?"

"Just call me Sukuna."

If someone had been watching from an omniscient perspective, they would have seen a line of crows fly over Shoko Ieiri's head, cawing incessantly.

"Su... kuna..."

Shoko Ieiri could swear no word had ever felt so scorching hot on her tongue. Yet the moment she said Sukuna's name, she understood exactly what that meant.

What kind of normal person had the same name as his own ancestor?

"All right, all right. Now that the introductions are done..." Masamichi Yaga, who had only spoken at the beginning after entering, suddenly clapped his hands to signal that the introductions were over.

He also handed Sukuna his student ID.

Sukuna casually slipped the ID into his pocket. Oh, right, he had also borrowed the clothes he was wearing from a clothing store in the middle of the night. It wasn't his fault nobody had been there.

Looking at Sukuna's casual clothes, Masamichi Yaga's mouth twitched before he said, "Your Jujutsu High uniform will arrive tomorrow. It's best to wear your uniform while you're at school."

"Uniforms! Where are the uniforms?" Sukuna, who had seemed rather listless, immediately lit up at the word.

"Uh... the school uniforms that students wear at Jujutsu High!"

Masamichi Yaga could only restrain himself, his fists clenched. If Satoru Gojo had been standing before him, he would have stepped forward and given him a proper "lesson" already.

Unfortunately, this was Sukuna, and he had personally handed him a Special Grade Sorcerer's student ID. Even if he was nominally Sukuna's teacher,

he wouldn't treat Sukuna the way he treated Satoru Gojo. Satoru Gojo was an idiot, after all.

"Ah... so you meant school uniforms. You should've said so earlier. I got excited for nothing."

Sukuna waved his hand with a hint of disappointment, then headed straight for his seat.

Be patient! Masamichi Yaga repeated those words inwardly countless times before finally letting out a long breath. He left the classroom, closing the door behind him.

The moment Masamichi Yaga stepped out, Satoru Gojo teleported in front of Sukuna and plopped down on his desk.

Looking at Satoru Gojo, who had suddenly appeared before him, Sukuna's lips curved into a smile. That's just like you, Satoru Gojo, back in your student days.

As this era's Six Eyes sorcerer, Satoru Gojo had spent quite a while examining him with the Six Eyes. Their special abilities let him see at a glance that Sukuna possessed Special Grade strength.

How could Satoru Gojo not be interested when someone so powerful suddenly joined his class?

Crash! Sukuna shoved the desk straight onto the floor, still smiling at Satoru Gojo.

Satoru Gojo wasn't annoyed. He sprang back to his feet with a kip-up. He had only fallen because he hadn't expected Sukuna to overturn the desk outright.

"Ahem. Allow me to formally introduce myself. I'm Satoru Gojo, the strongest!"

Looking at Satoru Gojo's outstretched hand, Sukuna stood and gripped it firmly.

"I'm Sukuna!"