The System Is Gone Right from the Start?

Chapter 1: The System Is Gone Right From the Start?

Tokyo, Japan.

January 10, 2005, the beginning of spring.

"Young Master... time to wake up. If you don't get up soon, you're going to be late for school."

In a bedroom within the estate, a tall maid with a mature demeanor spoke in a gentle, soothing voice as she called out to the teenager sleeping soundly in the bed.

"Mm~~"

The boy cracked open an eye with some difficulty, sitting up dazed and confused in the soft, massive bed, looking completely unawake as he blankly stared off into space.

The maid wisely paused, walking calmly over to the rosewood wardrobe and taking out a brand-new school uniform with a devoted, nurturing expression.

Except for a few yellow buttons on the chest, the rest of the uniform was entirely black.

At a single glance, it lacked any sense of design whatsoever.

The maid respectfully placed the uniform beside the boy and asked softly, "Young Master, do you need this humble servant to help you change into your uniform?"

Tsukasa Hatayama snapped out of his daze, leisurely opening those ruby-red eyes of his, within which flashed a trace of blue light that the naked eye could not catch.

He did not refuse as he stepped down from the bed, then habitually spread his arms, letting the maid busy herself all over his body like a scarecrow.

Before long, the utterly undesigned school uniform was worn on the boy's body, and the maid brought over a large mirror at that moment.

Tsukasa Hatayama glanced casually ahead, and the mirror reflected a handsome and noble teenager whose appearance seemed carved from the exact same mold as Raizel.

Yet the uniform, which lacked any aesthetic appeal, appeared remarkably well-fitting and high-end against the backdrop of his slender frame and noble temperament.

Riples stirred within Tsukasa Hatayama's red pupils, and he couldn't help but look into the mirror and talk to himself:

"It seems wearing this uniform looks far better than I imagined."

With that, he let out an unexplainable sigh, his handsome face revealing a worldly weariness that should not have belonged to a sixteen-year-old.

In truth, he harbored an unknown secret deep within his heart: he was a time-traveler once in a hundred years.

Because he drank a bottle of heavily processed carbonated salt water, he choked to death, and then by a twist of fate arrived in this world in the form of an infant.

And this world was precisely the globally popular -- Jujutsu Kaisen.

Life here was basically no different from his previous life, but hidden beneath the surface lay dangers that ordinary people knew nothing about.

And this danger stemmed from the negative emotions overflowing from ordinary people, which gave birth to Cursed Spirits-to put it simply, what people called phantoms.

The only ones capable of dealing with Cursed Spirits were the Jujutsu Sorcerers of Jujutsu High, or in terms people understood, Onmyoji.

Fortunately, he had read the manga of Jujutsu Kaisen, and he basically knew the plot that would unfold later on, even the matter of Satoru Gojo turning into 2.5...

However, coming to such a dangerous world, Tsukasa Hatayama was not without the ability to protect himself, having obtained the quintessential system of a time-traveler right from the start.

Although the system was a one-time deal, He rushed off to the next battlefield immediately after delivering the perks, busy as if doing cross-border fast-food delivery.

Fortunately, the perks He gave him were abundant enough.

A pair of eyes capable of slaying even gods, an orb fused with his body, and the formidable abilities of a certain King of Fighters.

The three aforementioned abilities, coupled with his own uniquely blessed innate technique, meant that as long as he didn't throw, he could pin Ryomen Sukuna to the ground and thrash him in the later stages.

Right, there was also a virtual personal status panel.

Inside the living room, a mature and beautiful woman gazed reluctantly at Tsukasa Hatayama, her somewhat matching profile offering undeniable proof that the two were mother and son.

Mirei Hatayama gently stroked her son's delicate face, parting with him reluctantly as she urged, "Tsukasa, this is the first time you'll be apart from Mom, and Mom can't bear it."

"Why don't you listen to Mom and skip that private religious school thing? Mom will pull some strings and get you into Tokyo University High School."

"Mirei, an indulgent mother ruins her child. If you want him to get into Tokyo University, you have to make our son work hard. How can you take a shortcut and open a backdoor for him?"

At this moment, the dignified man standing behind Mirei Hatayama grew displeased, immediately and sternly refuting Mirei Hatayama's pampering words.

Mirei Hatayama, who had originally been so reluctant to part, instantly changed her expression upon hearing this, and the black hair draped across her waist drifted upward in defiance of Newton's laws.

She turned around and kicked the dignified man to the floor, snapping back furiously, "I only have one son, Tsukasa. Do you understand the pain of carrying a child for ten months?"

"As a father, instead of trying to dissuade him, you're standing there making sarcastic remarks. In your eyes, I see no trace of our son at all!"

"Besides, so what if I'm an indulgent mother who spoils her child? Our family's wealth is enough for Tsukasa to squander for ten lifetimes, or even ten thousand lifetimes."

"To keep our son from suffering and exhausting himself studying away from home, I told you to buy out that private religious school. Did you buy it or not?"

Tsuki Hatayama clutched his backside and parted his lips, aggrievedly saying, "The old principal didn't want to sell, so I raised the price to twenty billion..."

"Even with that much money, the old principal still wouldn't come out to negotiate, and just sent a homeroom teacher named Ya... Yaga."

"If twenty billion couldn't sway him, you should have added another thirty billion! Our Hatayama Family lacks everything except money."

"Ah, well... wouldn't that be too much?"

"What's too much about it? As long as my precious son can come back to the estate to sleep and eat and live well at school, this old lady would fork over a hundred billion!"

Tsukasa Hatayama watched the scene of the henpecked husband before him, finding it both amusing and heartwarming in his heart.

In his past life, he had always been pampered by his parents, and this life continued the same way.

Yet in order to deeply explore a different world, Tsukasa Hatayama could only bid farewell, believing that when they met again, they would surely feel proud of him.

"Give me the suitcase, I'll slip away quietly."

Taking the suitcase from the maid, Tsukasa Hatayama left the estate he had grown up in with a desolate air.

The outskirts.

Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School.

Accompanied by the chirping of cicadas in the woods, Tsukasa Hatayama pulled his suitcase and walked past rows of neatly aligned stone lanterns with a whirl of emotions in his heart.

At the same time, a sturdy-looking man walked out from the pillar of the stone gate ahead.

He waved his arm gently at Tsukasa Hatayama, his stern and resolute face breaking into a sincere smile at Tsukasa Hatayama's arrival.

Tsukasa Hatayama suppressed the various emotions in his heart, quickened his pace to stand before the man, and walked shoulder-to-shoulder with him toward the residence not far away.

"This is your Jujutsu High student ID; it records your information and sorcerer grade."

Crossing the threshold, the resolute man handed the student ID from his pocket into Tsukasa Hatayama's view.

"Thank you, teacher Yaga."

Tsukasa Hatayama thanked him and reached out to take it, then looked it over in his hand, his calm crimson pupils showing astonishment when he saw the character "Special" above his portrait.

Being Special Grade right upon entering school, wouldn't he face bullying from his classmates?

Fortunately, Tsukasa Hatayama had a strong acceptance capacity; he clutched it into his pocket and asked with feigned confusion, "Teacher Yaga, what does the character 'Special' above the portrait mean?"

"Well..."

Masamichi Yaga crossed his arms and smiled faintly, "This represents the Jujutsu Sorcerer grade, where sorcerer strength is ranked from Grade 4 to Grade 1."

"According to you, Teacher, then my grade should be Grade 4, so how is it Special Grade? Could Special Grade be the weakest?"

Tsukasa Hatayama still played the fool, perfectly acting the part of an ignorant novice.

"No."

Masamichi Yaga shook his head and explained patiently, "Special Grade is not the weakest. On the contrary, the one ranked above Grade 1 is Special Grade."

"Jujutsu sorcerers who reach this level possess strength capable of nearly destroying a small country."

"Really?"

Tsukasa Hatayama feigned shock and asked curiously, "Based on what you just said, Teacher, does that prove I have Special Grade strength?"

Masamichi Yaga stopped in his tracks, nodded solemnly toward Tsukasa Hatayama, and said, "Remember that monster you exorcised at the park?"

At these words, Tsukasa Hatayama's mind conjured up the memory of playing at the park. He had gone to the park to play with his mother back then, who could have imagined there would be a humanoid cursed spirit inside.

If it hadn't wanted to harm his mother, he wouldn't have made a move. Blame it on the cursed spirit for seeking its own death and entertaining thoughts it shouldn't have.

If he remembered correctly, that humanoid cursed spirit seemed to be Special Grade. He did not know if he was just too strong, but he exorcised it in a single round.

"I remember."

Tsukasa Hatayama nodded and feigned curiosity, "Since jujutsu sorcerers are divided into grades, are the monsters in the park divided too?"

Masamichi Yaga gave Tsukasa Hatayama an admiring look, "You guessed right. Those monsters are likewise divided into grades, and its grade was precisely Special Grade."

"Promoting you to Special Grade is likewise because of that Special Grade cursed spirit. You exorcised it without any effort, which is enough to prove you have formidable potential."

"What you currently lack is simply jujutsu knowledge, so the higher-ups made an exception to promote you to Special Grade precisely so your potential wouldn't be buried."

"To put it in the words of a genius, you were naturally born to eat this bowl of rice."

Tsukasa Hatayama smacked his lips in feigned shock, taking quite a while to recover.

Masamichi Yaga patted Tsukasa Hatayama's shoulder, his tone gentle: "Take it slow. With your potential, it's enough to match the title of Special Grade."

The young man's potential and aptitude before him could be said to be peerless. That horrifying cursed energy was just like a cursed energy monster walking the human world.

Matched with his unknown dark matter technique, he was simply an emperor ruling the darkness.

And those mysterious colorful spiral-patterned eyes gave people a feeling of facing death itself.

Compared to the Six Eyes of the Gojo Clan, it was even superior.

If he hadn't taken Panda to play at the park a few weeks ago and accidentally discovered Tsukasa Hatayama slaughtering cursed spirits, this talent might have been buried because of it.

One could say the new batch of students was abnormal.

A rebellious brat with the once-in-a-century Six Eyes, an oddity capable of commanding cursed spirits, and a special individual born with the Reverse Cursed Technique.

Teaching them was a long and arduous journey indeed~