Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College — Principal's Office
Principal Masamichi Yaga stared silently at the mission report in his hand.
His usual sewing had completely stopped.
The half-finished cursed corpse doll lay abandoned on the desk.
Even the doll seemed stunned by the contents of the report.
The document had been compiled overnight by Kiyotaka Ijichi.
Every line of text carried traces of shock.
And awe.
Special Grade Cursed Spirit (Cursed Womb Evolution) manifested inside the detention center.
First-year student Yagami Sora single-handedly exorcised the Special Grade curse.
Battle result: instant kill. No collateral damage.
Subsequently, Sukuna (approximate strength: two fingers) engaged Yagami Sora in combat.
Result: Sukuna completely suppressed and physically overwhelmed.
Yuji Itadori sustained injuries but recovered through Reverse Cursed Technique.
If this report spread through the jujutsu world—
It would cause an earthquake.
"…Instantly killing a Special Grade…"
"…and overpowering Sukuna…"
Yaga removed his sunglasses and rubbed his temples slowly.
"That kid…"
"…is even more outrageous than Satoru was at that age."
Even Satoru Gojo—a prodigy among prodigies—had needed time before reaching his full potential.
Before awakening Reverse Cursed Technique and mastering Limitless, even Gojo could not casually eliminate Special Grade curses.
Yet this new first-year had done exactly that.
And even humiliated Sukuna in direct combat.
"Vector manipulation…"
Yaga placed his sunglasses back on.
A faint light flashed behind the lenses.
"A technique that directly interferes with physical vectors…"
"No complicated cursed technique formulas."
"No hand signs."
"As long as his calculations are fast enough…"
"…he controls everything."
Yaga leaned back slowly.
"…Grade 1 is no longer an appropriate classification."
He picked up the phone and dialed Jujutsu Headquarters.
Kyoto — Jujutsu Headquarters
Inside a dim conference chamber.
Several projection screens concealed the identities of the elders.
Only aged voices echoed through the room.
The atmosphere smelled of old politics and paranoia.
"That first-year student—Yagami Sora."
"What is his background?"
"Unknown," another voice replied.
"It's as if he appeared from nowhere."
"Records only list him as an orphan."
"And he is close to Gojo Satoru?"
"Hmph."
"That troublesome man has discovered another monster."
"Wasn't one Yuta Okkotsu already enough?"
A silence followed.
Then someone spoke quietly.
"If another Special Grade emerges…"
"…the balance of power will shift."
"Our influence will weaken further."
"So what do you propose?"
"Restrain him."
"…or eliminate him."
A mocking laugh echoed through the room.
"Eliminate him?"
"He reflected Sukuna's slashes and survived a Special Grade curse's full bombardment."
"Who exactly do you plan to send?"
"Unless you want Gojo Satoru himself to do it."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Yes.
If even Sukuna could not harm him—
What could the bureaucrats hiding behind screens possibly do?
In the jujutsu world—
Power determined authority.
Finally, an elderly voice spoke again.
"…Then we recruit him."
"Grant him the title of Special Grade sorcerer."
"Provide him with the highest treatment."
"As long as he remains inside Tokyo Jujutsu High…"
"…he remains within our system."
"But that will strengthen Gojo's faction."
"We have no choice."
"If we push him too far and he sides with curse users…"
"…the consequences will be disastrous."
Another voice hesitated.
"But the formal Special Grade evaluation requires procedure."
"Even Gojo went through the official assessment process."
"Yagami Sora only qualifies by strength."
"The official appointment meeting hasn't even begun."
The elder chuckled coldly.
"Then delay it."
"Give him the treatment."
"But postpone the official title."
"That will satisfy Gojo while keeping leverage in our hands."
"And if he demands recognition?"
"Let him wait."
"Send him on missions."
"Observe him."
"Eventually…"
"…we will discover his weakness."
The candlelight flickered.
Sinister smiles hid behind the projection screens.
Tokyo Jujutsu High — First-Year Classroom
"WHAT?!"
Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara shouted simultaneously.
Their voices nearly lifted the roof.
They stared at the student ID card in Yagami Sora's hand.
The badge gleamed in gold.
SPECIAL GRADE SORCERER
"You're kidding me, right?!" Nobara Kugisaki shouted.
"You just enrolled!"
"I'm not even Grade 3 yet!"
Megumi Fushiguro frowned.
"That was approved very quickly."
"The evaluation process usually takes a long time."
"Even Yuta Okkotsu had to undergo a full review when he regained Special Grade status."
Gojo leaned casually against the podium.
A bag of Kikufuku sweets in his hand.
"The higher-ups are scared."
"They're terrible at dealing with unpredictable people."
"So they're using the 'soft approach.'"
He grinned.
"Besides…"
"Sora's strength clearly qualifies."
Gojo patted Sora's shoulder.
"Congratulations."
"You're now the fourth active Special Grade sorcerer."
Yuji raised his hand immediately.
"Wait."
"Who are the others besides you and Yagami?"
Gojo raised a finger.
"First — Satoru Gojo."
He pointed to himself.
"Second — Yuta Okkotsu, currently overseas."
"A kind-hearted swordsman."
"Third — Yuki Tsukumo."
Gojo shrugged.
"She's basically unemployed."
"Travels around the world riding motorcycles."
"Doing whatever she wants."
"I'm not unemployed," Sora replied calmly while pocketing his ID.
"But being Special Grade just means more annoying missions."
Nobara stared at him.
"…But the salary must be huge, right?"
"Of course!"
Gojo grinned.
"Special Grade allowances are insane!"
"Sora will be treating us to meals from now on."
"He'll go bankrupt!"
"Hey."
Sora glared at him.
"My money is for sugar."
"My brain burns through calories."
The classroom burst into laughter.
Sora quietly traced the golden words on his student ID.
Special Grade Sorcerer
The privileges were real.
But the official appointment document…
Had not arrived.
He understood the politics behind it.
Those elders were stalling.
Using the title as leverage to control him.
"Boring."
He slipped the ID into his pocket.
Rules?
Procedures?
If he truly wanted that title—
He could walk into Jujutsu Headquarters and take it himself.
But for now…
Sora glanced toward the setting sun outside the window.
For a little while—
He would simply enjoy peaceful days at school.
With these idiots.