[Reverse Cursed Technique awakens in the next chapter]
Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School.
Principal: Masamichi Yaga, Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, cursed technique: "Cursed Corpse Manipulation."
Third-years at Jujutsu High:
Satoru Gojo, Special Grade Sorcerer, cursed technique: "Limitless."
Suguru Geto, Special Grade Sorcerer, cursed technique: "Cursed Spirit Manipulation."
Igarashi Amaha, Special Grade Sorcerer, cursed technique: "Way of Resentment, Free of Worry."
Shoko Ieiri, Reverse Cursed Technique user.
Second-years at Jujutsu High:
Kento Nanami, Semi-Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, cursed technique: Ratio Technique, "Collapse."
Yu Haibara, Semi-Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, cursed technique: "Concentric Circles."
First-years at Jujutsu High:
Riko Amanai: Grade 3 Jujutsu Sorcerer, cursed technique: "Scorching Embrace Kill."
Mirai Oreki: Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer, cursed technique: "Aman Punishment Spear."
Jujutsu Headquarters inspectors: Ijichi and others.
"Ah, no wonder the higher-ups are wary," Masamichi Yaga murmured as he looked at the latest information in his hands.
Bang!
Just then, a sudden boom came from downstairs. The entire building shook, along with the glass on his desk, and the water that splashed out soaked the papers in Masamichi Yaga's hands.
Crack.
Masamichi Yaga clenched his fist, unable to stop it from trembling.
"Those bastards..." Masamichi Yaga muttered through gritted teeth, then stood and headed outside.
In the corridor, a huge Rainbow Dragon was chasing Igarashi Amaha and Riko Amanai, while Suguru Geto stood on top of it, cursing the two out.
"You two bastards! Stand still if you've got the guts!"
"No can do! No, no!"
Riko Amanai whipped her head around to look at the person who had said that. He was a muscular man, a hundred and ninety centimeters tall, with a perfect face and an utterly unruffled expression. How did you say that with that body and that expression?
"You little bastards! Settle down! Are you trying to tear Jujutsu High apart?!"
An enraged Masamichi Yaga strode over and roared at them.
"Suguru Geto! Put your cursed spirit away! And Igarashi Amaha, stop running! All third-years and first-years, assemble in the third-year classroom! Five minutes!"
With that, Masamichi Yaga strode into the teaching building, leaving the somewhat uneasy students behind.
Igarashi Amaha rubbed his head. "Oh dear, I've got a bad feeling about this. He's not sending me out on a mission, is he?"
"Heh, as if you haven't been assigned plenty of missions. Unless the cursed spirit was above Grade 1, when have you ever not turned it down?" Riko Amanai said beside him, panting from running.
"Let's put the arguing on hold and see what's going on." Igarashi Amaha placed his large hand on Riko Amanai's head, and the two vanished from the spot, leaving afterimages behind.
In the distance, Suguru Geto obediently recalled the Rainbow Dragon he was standing on and headed straight for the classroom.
Although their strength had long since surpassed Masamichi Yaga's, they still deeply respected their teacher. Back then, with the exception of Igarashi Amaha, Masamichi Yaga could threaten Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto whenever he pleased. But sometimes, he genuinely could not get Igarashi Amaha to do anything. Whether he accepted a mission depended entirely on whether he felt like moving. When he wanted some exercise, he could take a stroll and exorcise a few cursed spirits along the way. When he did not feel like moving, even catching sight of him was too much to hope for.
Three minutes later, everyone was sitting quietly in the classroom, waiting for Masamichi Yaga to speak.
"We have a mission here that requires all of you to head out..."
Before he could finish, Igarashi Amaha interrupted him. "Have you finally decided to have us unify Japan for you?"
Bang!
Ignoring Igarashi Amaha's nonsense, Masamichi Yaga shook his smoking fist and continued, "I want each of you three to take a first-year student out on missions. For the next month, you will continuously take them around the world and exorcise every cursed spirit within their capabilities."
"Hold on a sec, I have a question." Riko Amanai raised her hand.
"Go ahead."
"There are only two of us first-years. The numbers don't add up."
Masamichi Yaga shook his head. "Amaha doesn't need to lead a team. He just needs to accompany you. Finding so many cursed spirits at your level in such a short time will definitely require traveling around the world, and Amaha's face is practically a high-level travel pass. It'll save you some time wherever you go."
"Huh? Why do Satoru and Geto get to lead teams, but I don't?" Igarashi Amaha drawled after hearing that.
"If possible, I'd rather have Geto lead the team by himself. You and Satoru, both of you-I'm worried you'll get someone killed with your fooling around."
"Satoru is a little better, but you! Who throws his own little brother into a cursed spirit's mouth while shouting, 'Come on out, Pikachu!'? If Mirai didn't have some skills, the damn grass on his grave would be as tall as you by now!"
As he spoke, Masamichi Yaga began slamming the desk and shouting.
Igarashi Amaha gave a somewhat awkward laugh and offered no argument. Last time really had been an honest mistake.
Beside him, Mirai Oreki could not help shuddering when he heard the subject come up. That scene could certainly be called unforgettable.
Shoko, Satoru Gojo, and the others looked at Igarashi Amaha with amusement. Satoru Gojo in particular wore a mocking curl to his lips that said it all: See? Of the four Special Grade Sorcerers, you're the least reliable.
"Yaga-sensei, when does the mission start? Can we bring Shoko along and make a trip of it?" Satoru Gojo asked, in a good mood.
"Yes. Nothing much is happening in Tokyo at the moment, so consider it a vacation as well," Masamichi Yaga told them after a moment's thought.
"As for the timing, the mission starts tomorrow and lasts a month. Geto, I'll have to trouble you to keep track of those two's results."
Suguru Geto sighed. "All right, leave it to me."
Masamichi Yaga glanced over them before finally resting his gaze on the two first-years. "Work hard, but don't forget to protect yourselves. Safety is what matters most. This mission will affect both your grades. Do your best, boys and girls."
"Yes!"
The next day, ten thousand meters in the air, a small passenger plane with "Aoki Financial Group" inscribed on its side was flying at full speed.
The third-years were idly spacing out.
"I'm so bored. By the way, where are we going?" Satoru Gojo asked quietly, gazing at the white clouds outside the window.
"No idea," Igarashi Amaha said drowsily, a captain's hat perched on his head.
"Huh?" Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and Shoko all looked bewildered. "You arranged the plane, and now you're telling us you don't know where we're going?"
Igarashi Amaha waved dismissively. "Why worry about that? We've got a whole month off anyway. Wherever we end up, we'll have fun there."
"Uh..." Suguru Geto narrowed his foxlike eyes and looked at Igarashi Amaha with a broad smile. "Have you considered the possibility that we're out here on a mission, not on vacation?"
"Huh? Are we?"