When the three pushed open the door to the principal's office, Masamichi Yaga was sitting at his desk knitting a sweater for a cursed corpse. The silver needles flew between his fingers, and he did not even look up.
"Yuji Itadori." His voice was steady and naturally authoritative. "What is your purpose in entering Jujutsu High?"
Itadori straightened his back and stood at attention, answering earnestly:
"I want to protect..."
Qingxiao was idly leaning against a shelf. He had just stealthily touched the newly made miniature cursed corpse on the top shelf when Yaga's voice drifted over:
"Guyue Qingxiao, put your hand down."
Caught in the act, Qingxiao withdrew his hand without a change in expression and added with perfect confidence:
"I was checking the workmanship."
Satoru Gojo laughed from where he leaned against the desk, only stopping when Yaga shot him a glare.
"That's the sixth time you've said that."
After a few questions to test him, Yaga adjusted his glasses:
"The final test is practical combat. Defeat this Grade 2 training cursed corpse, and you'll officially pass."
With that, he raised a hand and snapped his fingers. The waist-high cursed corpse in the corner slowly opened its eyes, its joints cracking as it lunged at Itadori.
Qingxiao and Satoru Gojo had already retreated to the wall in tacit understanding. They produced a bag of sunflower seeds from somewhere and watched with relish as they cracked them open.
"Where'd he dig up this cursed corpse?" Qingxiao asked, turning his head as he ate the seeds.
"It's so brutal, it's beating the new kid beyond recognition."
Satoru Gojo handed him another handful of seeds:
"You have to admit, this kid can really take a beating."
When they reached the student dormitories and stopped outside Itadori's room, the door next