Sunlight spilled over Takeshita Street in Harajuku, a famous birthplace of Tokyo's trendsetting culture, where colorful signs and flamboyantly dressed young people formed a clamorous sea.
On the outskirts of this street, so bustling it was almost dizzying, Yuji Itadori stood in his all-black Jujutsu High uniform, which looked somewhat out of place for the season. With both hands behind his head, he watched the crowds streaming past and could not help letting out a long sigh.
"Come to think of it, including the new student we're picking up today, there are only three of us first-years. Isn't that a little too few? I mean, I know ours is a really unusual school and all..."
Itadori smacked his lips. Although he had accepted the reality that he already had one foot outside ordinary life, he still found the school's size unbelievable.
Beside him, Megumi Fushiguro remained as aloof as ever, his hands in his pockets. He turned his head slightly toward the fascinated Itadori and calmly asked a question in return.
"If you think that's too few, think back carefully. In all your years growing up, have you ever met anyone who could see cursed spirits?"
Itadori paused at that, then searched his memories with the utmost seriousness.
Apart from himself as he was now, he really did not seem to have met anyone who fit the description.
His thoughts involuntarily drifted to his high school's Occult Phenomena Research Club, and he murmured softly.
"I guess I really haven't... Come to think of it, if my senior students could see cursed spirits, they'd probably be thrilled, right?"
Reading Itadori's expression and realizing he had found no one else like them in his memories, Megumi Fushiguro continued calmly along the same line.
"Jujutsu sorcerers are an extremely small minority to begin