Yuta Okkotsu's admission to Jujutsu High went more smoothly than expected, but the gentle boy was terribly anxious, both looking forward to and worrying about life at his new school.
After spending a night in the shrine beside the school, he saw that man waiting at the entrance first thing the next morning.
The handsome, somewhat unreliable man who called himself a teacher.
Yet that carefree smile gave Yuta Okkotsu a sense of reassurance.
"Qianxing told me she'd come over today."
Yuta Okkotsu looked a little embarrassed as he said this. He rarely received so much care.
Satoru Gojo walked beside the boy with both hands in his pockets.
"She must really like you. Normally, she won't come out even when I ask."
Yuta Okkotsu waved his hands in a fluster, shaking his head vigorously.
"No, no... it's just..."
"I'm kidding. She's just been reminded of her own student days."
"Was Qianxing a student at Jujutsu High too?"
"Almost all jujutsu sorcerers went to Jujutsu High, so everyone's just like you. You'll get along fine."
For once, Satoru Gojo sounded like a proper teacher. Yuta Okkotsu lowered his eyes slightly, warmth filling them.
"Yes. Thank you, Mr. Gojo."
Satoru Gojo nodded in satisfaction. Hurry up and fit in so you can help me finish my missions. A kid this strong can handle plenty of high-level assignments.
Thanks to this endearing misunderstanding, Yuta Okkotsu would hold Satoru Gojo in great respect for a long time to come. Perhaps he had simply always been a well-behaved, considerate boy.
Miwa Chisei only arrived at Jujutsu High around noon, taking her time. For once, she wore her Jujutsu High uniform, her silver hair loosely pinned up just as it had been in her student days.
When she found everyone in the cafeteria, the first-year