Trainee Assistant Supervisor

[You lured Sato toward the basement, which had long since become a slaughterhouse. You left the phone there and deliberately turned up its speaker volume. The ringtone of the call from the Zenin Clan became the signal calling the cursed spirit to its meal. All that remained were the wails Sato could not utter and the sounds that proved how delicious he was.]

[Host detected to have successfully executed an extremely low-probability "counterkill" strategy. The causality of reality underwent a drastic deviation.]

[Because you used your mortal body to lure Assistant Supervisor Sato to his death, the gears of fate were forcibly set right.]

[You received a gift of causality: fate fragment-"Life Is Like a Play" [R]!]

[A new observation of causality began-]

[You waited quietly at home until the stinging sensation from Cursed Energy Allergy completely disappeared. You confirmed that the cursed spirit had been exorcised by the Grade 2 Sorcerer who arrived afterward.]

[You did not rush to flee. Instead, you used "Life Is Like a Play" to disguise yourself as a frightened survivor and slipped back into the room. Among Sato's slime-covered belongings, you found a palm-sized ledger.]

[It recorded Sato's dealings as he abused his position to withhold wages and embezzle public funds. He had even written down the names of the low-level expendables he had used as bait and killed, as though recording military honors, along with his transactions with the Zenin Clan.]

[As the simulation showed, this devil at the bottom of the hierarchy had craved absolute control over others' lives and deaths even before his own death.]

[Before long, several black sedans pulled up silently. Investigators from Window and the Cleanup Team entered the scene.]

[You huddled in a corner, your body trembling like a withered leaf in the autumn wind, your eyes unfocused. Tears fell at just the right moment.]

[Even the Grade 2 Sorcerer present took you for an ordinary child with a small amount of cursed energy, terrified out of your wits by the massacre of your family.]

["That monster killed my parents... lured Uncle Sato into the basement... so I ran... I really don't know..."]

[Your voice was hoarse and halting. Together with the ledger's irrefutable evidence, it turned the lead investigator's face livid.]

["Hmph, he deserved to die. Embezzling public funds, then losing his life to his own greed. What a disgrace to the organization." The investigator closed the ledger and cast a cold glance at Sato's remains as they were carried out.]

[Unfortunately, all he could do was say it here. However much he disapproved of the Three Great Families' affairs, he had no authority to interfere.]

[Given the calm reasoning you displayed and the signs of your awakening cursed energy, coupled with Jujutsu Society's severe shortage of personnel at the time, the investigator made a decision.]

[You acquired a new causal identity: Tokyo Jujutsu High · Trainee Assistant Supervisor.]

[You acquired an identity: Tokyo Jujutsu High · Trainee Assistant Supervisor.]

[Before long, you were officially assigned to take up a position at Tokyo Jujutsu High.]

[The midsummer cicadas shrilled themselves hoarse, as though trying to tear apart the sweltering air.]

[This was your first time setting foot in this core institution of Jujutsu Society.]

["Hey, new guy."]

[A slightly languid voice, carrying a measure of youthful arrogance, came from the top of the steps.]

[Three people stood on the steps.]

[The boy in the middle wore round sunglasses, his snow-white hair somewhat dazzling in the sunlight. Even from far away, you could feel his arrogant air of "throughout heaven and earth, I alone am honored."]

[Beside him stood a smiling, black-haired boy with peculiar bangs and a short-haired girl with a tear mole beneath her eye who looked half-asleep.]

[Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and Shoko Ieiri-the strongest trio of problem children.]

[You looked at Satoru Gojo, whom you had heard about in the Zenin Clan during the previous simulation, and could clearly sense that he was extraordinary.]

[You had the experience of accompanying the Zenin Clan's young master last time.]

[You immediately lowered your head and stood respectfully at the roadside, perfectly playing the role of a "background NPC."]

["We're going to Shinjuku to buy Kikufuku. I haven't written the mission report yet. Take care of it for me."]

[Satoru Gojo did not even look Li Shunchen in the eye, casually tossing over a stack of crumpled documents.]

[The documents struck Li Shunchen in the chest and scattered across the ground.]

["Satoru, don't bully the newcomer."]

[Suguru Geto bent down with a smile and helped Li Shunchen pick up a sheet of paper, his tone gentle yet distant.]

["Sorry, that's just how Satoru is. We're in a hurry."]

[You accepted the documents, respectful and humble.]

[The three walked past you, laughing and chatting, as though he were merely a tree or a paving stone at this school.]

[Behind them, you adjusted the nonprescription glasses you wore as a disguise and watched their retreating figures, silently working out your next plan.]