Leaving aside what Kinji Hakari and Kirara Hoshi thought when they saw this damned associate-to-bachelor's program for jujutsu sorcerers, the sorcerers of Jujutsu Society looked as though they had collectively seen a ghost when they laid eyes on it.
After all, the two Jujutsu High schools did far more than serve as schools. They were more like large regional administrative hubs for jujutsu sorcerers.
This thing Sherlock had opened specifically to upgrade jujutsu sorcerers' academic qualifications was essentially no different from opening a shady foot-massage parlor right outside a police station.
It did little damage, but the insult factor was maxed out.
Want to know what was even more fucked up?
The people Sherlock advertised-Yaga, Satoru Gojo, and Shoko-were all officially on Jujutsu High's staff. When your Uncle Sherlock put up that signboard, he was essentially poaching their people in broad daylight.
Most importantly, those damned slogans on it were each louder than the last.
Intensive Reverse Cursed Technique instruction, intensive domain activation instruction, Black Flash training methods-there were countless slogans like those.
And the most fucked-up part was that, judging by this damned thing's "teaching staff," you really couldn't say whether it was legitimate or not.
What if?
What if it was real?
In a Jujutsu Society where you could depart for the afterlife at any moment, no jujutsu sorcerer would settle for the status quo. After all, you never knew exactly what sort of cursed spirit you would be facing.
Now that someone was actually advertising something like this, claiming not to be tempted would be pure bullshit. Never mind jujutsu sorcerers-even some curse users were wildly tempted.
But the question was, what did those old orange-peels at Jujutsu Headquarters think about it?
People like Satoru Gojo or Sherlock, who could do whatever they pleased, were exceedingly rare