One week later, Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Within the Tokyo area, there is a school protected by a barrier and surrounded by mountains. From the foot of the mountain to the top, there are torii gates standing one after another. These torii gates are the gateways of the barrier. Everyone who enters must be a registered Jujutsu Sorcerer; otherwise, the barrier will automatically trigger an alarm.
This is a military fortress that has taken on an educational function—this is Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Outside a torii gate, Yuki Tsukumo leaned against it. She frowned and looked to the side, speaking impatiently, "Where's Satoru? Where did he run off to again?"
"He said he was going to bring the underclassmen," a panda spoke, its voice calm.
Yes, it really was a panda: a round body, black-and-white fur, and a simple, cute appearance. Only when he stood up like a human could one feel his height, but even so, with his slight slouch, he didn't look aggressive.
"Salmon," Toge Inumaki said.
Toge Inumaki was a small boy with short ash-blonde hair, wearing the black Jujutsu High uniform. Only the collar had been modified to rise high, covering the lower half of his face, which made every word he spoke carry a sense of muffled dullness.
"So, how much longer do we have to wait?" Maki Zen'in said.
She was the one who, in the original work, would massacre the Zen'in clan, but now she was still just a rebellious girl. She had a refined face, wore plain glasses, and was dressed in the female Jujutsu High uniform, her dark green hair tied in a ponytail.
Yuki Tsukumo sighed. "Only Satoru knows the exact time. He only said they'd arrive at noon… Didn't you know?"
All three students shook their heads.
"Great, that guy really is unreliable when it comes to getting things done." Yuki Tsukumo gritted her teeth.
She was originally such a bold big-sister type, but whenever it came to Gojo Satoru, she always became irritable! Satoru used to be quite cute, so how did he turn out like this? Yuki Tsukumo sighed from the bottom of her heart.
Well, the old Gojo Satoru was also quite unreliable; it was just that Yuki Tsukumo had hardly seen him before. This was her first formal collaboration with Gojo Satoru. Everything from before was entirely through her filter, and now that filter was finally shattered.
"Ah, you're all here so early!" someone suddenly said.
From outside the torii gate, a person waved their hand vigorously. With short white hair and eyes covered by a blindfold, Gojo Satoru was walking grandly up the steps of the torii holding a plastic bag. Behind him were four students wearing Jujutsu High uniforms.
With his chest out and head held high, he looked at the people before him with a beaming smile, making an exaggerated introductory gesture with both hands. "Look, look! These are the rising stars I personally scouted. I'm confident that once they grow up, they'll kick out those useless old men at the top."
"You shouldn't say things like that so openly!" Kugisaki Nobara retorted.
Kugisaki Nobara was a student with a strong delinquent vibe. She had dyed her short black hair chestnut brown, with one side covering her ear and the other tucked behind it. She wore the female version of the Jujutsu High uniform, a hammer hanging at her waist, and brown leather shoes on her feet.
(T/N: Wait her hair was dyed? I thought it was just an anime thing with everyone having colorful hair?)
"In the past, I would have given the higher-ups some face," Gojo Satoru said, his smile remaining unchanged, but his tone unknowingly turning cold. "But now… I've been seriously considering how much longer I should keep them around."
Everyone was silent for two or three seconds before Yuki Tsukumo reacted first. She looked around at the students following Gojo and gave a bright smile.
"Working as Satoru's students must be hard! I am Yuki Tsukumo, a Special Grade Sorcerer, invited here to train you."
"Yes! Itadori Yuji here! Please treat me well!" Itadori Yuji suddenly bowed his head.
Itadori Yuji was a boy who looked lean in clothes. He had short pink hair that wasn't soft; despite his efforts to groom it, it still stood up in spikes like a hedgehog. Although he was polite, he had triangular eyes that gave him a fierce look when his eyebrows narrowed, yet he himself smiled like a simpleton.
Yuki Tsukumo said thoughtfully, "So you're that Ryomen Sukuna's vessel."
"Yes." Itadori Yuji didn't feel insulted at all, but instead responded naturally, making Yuki Tsukumo laugh. "What a great attitude!"
Then she sighed again. "But you're also lucky. Generally speaking, a vessel like you would be seen as a thorn in the side of the higher-ups, but recent events have forced them to urgently shift their focus. Under Satoru's protection, you've actually become safer."
"That's not exactly a good thing," Fushiguro Megumi said with a deep frown.
"At least someone got to be the leader of one of the 'Three Great Families' for free," Yuki Tsukumo teased. Fushiguro Megumi's face darkened. "Whoever wants it can have it."
"I want it!" Gojo Satoru shouted loudly. "Anyway, Megumi! Hold out for me! Hold out until those old fossils change your name to Zen'in Megumi!"
Fushiguro Megumi finally became irritable. "I told you, I'm not changing my name! I care more about Fushiguro than the inexplicable Zen'in name!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something and immediately apologized. "Sorry, Senpai Maki, I didn't mean to insult you."
Maki Zen'in said nonchalantly, "No need to apologize. I've been to the Zen'in Family once, and I'll be blunt: including that idiotic clan head, everyone who died in the Zen'in Family was scum. My heart is completely unmoved."
Fushiguro Megumi glanced at Gojo Satoru and couldn't help but say, "If Senpai Maki wants, I'm willing to push you to be the clan head."
"Stop talking!" Maki Zen'in's voice suddenly grew louder. "If I am to be the clan head… I will fight for it myself."
The most important reason Maki Zen'in came under Gojo Satoru's tutelage was her hope to receive sufficient training, aiming to personally seize the position of clan head of the Zen'in Family in the future. She could no longer tolerate the atmosphere of the Zen'in Family and hoped to rewrite it all with her own hands.
But now, she no longer needed to.
Because the old fossils who could make decisions for the Zen'in Family and maintain tradition… were all dead.
The remaining old and weak were almost all people without their own opinions. Whoever sat in the position of clan head would become an absolute monarch with real power.
Maki Zen'in knew Fushiguro Megumi well; she knew that if Fushiguro Megumi really sat in the clan head's position, he would inevitably reform the existing Zen'in Family. Her wish had already been fulfilled, and she no longer had an obsession with it.
What remained was—
"The King of Curses," she said softly. "Only with him will I personally settle things."
Gojo Satoru didn't give his student any face at all. "If you go to fight the King of Curses, you'd probably get blown away with a single breath, right? Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Satoru, you really don't know how to read the atmosphere." Yuki Tsukumo covered her forehead, speechless. Maki Zen'in remained expressionless.
Yuki Tsukumo shifted the topic at the right time, smiling as she said, "Then, the remaining two must be the holder of Resonance, Nobara Kugisaki, and the Half-Cursed Spirit, Miyuki, right?"
Nobara Kugisaki bowed slightly, a bit nervous. "Yes, I am Nobara Kugisaki."
Miyuki hunched her shoulders and said tremblingly, "I-I am Miyuki. Um, please guide me, Special Grade Sorcerer."
A Special Grade Sorcerer, huh.
Although the man named Gojo Satoru had already completely shattered their fantasies about Special Grades, the filter for other Special Grades hadn't broken yet. After all, the status of a Special Grade Sorcerer in the jujutsu world was extremely high, and their strength was unquestionably powerful. It was said that if the Special Grades had the mind to, they could purge the entire jujutsu world single-handedly at any time.
Unlike Gojo Satoru, Yuki Tsukumo did not have that unreliable aura. On the contrary, she was bright and approachable, as well as a great beauty, perfectly fitting the fantasies that youngsters who had just stepped into the jujutsu world had for a Special Grade. Even though Kugisaki Nobara wasn't the type to get stage fright, she still felt a hint of tension and pressure. Not to mention Miyuki, whose eyes were already becoming chaotic, looking like she might faint at any moment.
Gojo Satoru quite tactlessly raised his wrist to look at his watch and immediately complained loudly: "The time is almost up! I called all my lovely students here, so why hasn't he arrived yet—"
He shouted that name: "—Hakari."
As if slapping Gojo Satoru in the face, a sudden gale swept through, and everyone instinctively looked up at the sky.
A certain quiet pressure unknowingly swept through the entire school. It was clearly midday with the sun hanging high, but now a blot of black covered the sun. Those were dragon wings—a pair of dragon wings large enough to cover the sun. The shadow of the dragon wings was cast down by the sunlight, shrouding everyone's faces.
A giant dragon was slowly descending.
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