Two years later.
As Jujutsu Society continued to integrate with the ordinary world, its ranks gradually grew. Enrollment at the two Jujutsu High schools in Kyoto and Tokyo soared, and the upperclassmen now had plenty of Junior Students calling them Senior Students.
"Senior Student Fushiguro!"
"Fushiguro-senpai!"
"Big bro Fushiguro!"
In an academic corridor at Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High, Megumi Fushiguro, now a third-year student, hurried along with a stiff expression. A crowd of younger students trailed behind him, undeterred by his indifference and still eagerly trying to strike up a conversation. Megumi found people like these difficult to handle.
Still, he could hardly blame the Junior Students for their enthusiasm. Megumi Fushiguro had far too many distinctions to his name these days.
Megumi Fushiguro, Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Not only was he one of the most senior students at the two Jujutsu High schools in Tokyo and Kyoto, but despite still being a student, he was also the clan head of the Zenin Clan, one of Jujutsu Society's three great families. How could anyone help taking notice of him?
Of course, Itadori, Okkotsu, and the others were no different.
After Megumi rounded a corner in the corridor, the Junior Students following him lost sight of him in the time it took to make that single turn.
Once those students had left, a layer of shadow appeared on the wall at the corner of the stairwell, and Megumi stepped out of it with a dead-eyed look.
He planted one hand on his hip and sighed helplessly. This situation had been going on for quite some time, but getting used to it wasn't something he could manage overnight, either. Perhaps he would never get used to such overwhelming enthusiasm.
His classmate Nobara Kugisaki wasn't at Jujutsu High at the moment. She wasn't