I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of the past two days over and over in my mind.
Two days since I had fought a special-grade curse.Two days since Gojo Satoru—yes, the Gojo Satoru—showed up and saved my ass.
A slow smile crept across my face as I turned toward the window.
Outside, the evening sun bathed the sky in golden hues, its warm glow stretching across the horizon. The light felt... different. Like the world itself had shifted, reflecting the sheer absurdity of my life now.
Because as of today, I was no longer just some anomaly with ridiculous cursed energy.
I was Gojo Satoru's disciple.
What insane luck.
In just two days, he had broken down everything about the Jujutsu world—the clans, the sorcerers, the organizations, the ancient families pulling the strings.
He even mentioned that he was the head of the Gojo Clan, one of the three great families, and had inherited both the Limitless technique and the legendary Six Eyes.
Of course, I already knew all that.
From the anime.
Not that he needed to know that. As far as he was concerned, I was just a civilian-born sorcerer—an oddity with an immense well of cursed energy and an instinctive grasp of my technique. So, naturally, he explained everything to me like I was clueless.
I didn't complain.
I just listened, nodding along, resisting the urge to blurt out "I already know that, Gojo-sensei."
And then, curiosity got the better of me.
"When exactly did you arrive during the fight?"
Gojo had no shame.
"Oh, I was there from the beginning," he admitted, flashing that maddening smirk."Just watching."
Watching.
I could feel my eye twitch even now.
I had been fighting for my life, thinking I was on the verge of victory, and this insufferable man had just been... observing.
"Curious to see how you'd handle it," he had said, as if he were evaluating a test subject in a lab.
Naturally, I was pissed.
But I couldn't stay mad for long. Because in the end, I would have died without him.
I had thought I'd won when I shattered the curse's armor. I had felt invincible. But then she pulled out a trump card that forced Gojo to intervene.
That's when he had casually unleashed Infinite Void.
One move. Game over.
A canon event, I suppose.
And then, there was the Black Flash.
Apparently, I had pulled one off while unconscious.
I hadn't even realized it. But it explained why I had woken up feeling high as hell.
For a brief moment, controlling cursed energy had been effortless. Like I had touched something greater, something beyond human comprehension. The sensation hadn't lasted, but it had left a mark on me—something deeper than just power.
Even now, I could feel the difference.
My control had improved. I was beginning to grasp the true nature of my technique.
I wasn't just strong.
I was awakening.
Gojo had told me to rest for two days.
Today, that ended.
He was taking me to the Jujutsu center in Kyoto to receive my official sorcerer license.
I couldn't help but wonder what grade I'd be assigned. He had seen my fight. Surely, he would give me the rank I deserved.
Then there was the issue of schooling.
He had asked if I wanted to attend a regular middle school while working part-time as a sorcerer or enroll full-time at Jujutsu High.
That wasn't something I remembered from the anime, so I had asked how it worked.
"Don't worry about the details," he had said with a grin. "I've got it covered."
I had remembered that in the anime, Fushiguro was in a normal middle school. Maybe he had refused the offer. Maybe he never got one.
Who knows.
Who cares.
The choice was obvious.
I had already done normal schooling before. Why go through that again?
Full-time exorcism was the way to go.
And then, there was the issue of my parents.
Gojo had assured me that someone else would handle it.
Sure enough, the next day, a sorcerer showed up.
A girl. Older than me, but not by much.
She wore an elegant black kimono streaked with silver, delicate black sandals, and a thin, translucent veil over her face.
She barely spoke to me, handling the situation with quiet efficiency.
She had adjusted my parents' perception—not brainwashing, exactly. More like... altering their reaction.
Now, they wouldn't interfere.
They would still love me. Still support me.
But they would never question my life as a sorcerer.
I had felt a pang of guilt.
But I told myself I was doing this to protect them.
That made it easier.
Gojo's Surprise Entrance
The clock read 4:00 PM.
Gojo was supposed to arrive any moment.
I exhaled, mentally preparing myself.
Then—
"So, should we go now?"
A sharp chill ran down my spine.
My blood froze.
My eyes flicked to the side.
And there he was.
Gojo Satoru.
Lying on my bed as if it were his own, arms folded behind his head, legs crossed in pure, effortless arrogance.
I had fought for my life against monsters. But nothing prepared me for the horror of this man casually appearing in my room.
Still, I had learned to mask my emotions.
I forced my voice to stay level.
"Are you serious right now, sir…?"
He let out a dramatic whine.
"Hey… not 'sir.' I'm your… sensei!"
Right.
Sensei.