Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School—an elite institution dedicated to the education and training of Jujutsu sorcerers.
The campus was expansive, tucked away from the noise of the city. Despite it being the first day of the new term, the grounds felt eerily quiet. There were no groups of new students hurrying about, no faculty bustling to and fro—just the soft, fading chirps of cicadas lingering from summer.
The coolness of autumn hadn't quite arrived, but the season's quiet hush had begun to settle in.
A young man walked toward the school gate, a backpack slung casually over one shoulder, his long black hair fluttering slightly in the breeze. His face was handsome, composed, and his deep blue eyes scanned the page in his hand.
That young man was James.
After traveling across dimensions, he had awakened in a small rented apartment in Tokyo. There had been little explanation: just a bag, a few thousand yen, and a single note.
On it was the address of Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School—and a line stating that he had been accepted under his late grandfather's will.
Now, without parents and having lost the only relative listed in this world, James could only move forward—guided, or perhaps manipulated, by the decisions of the mysterious panel that governed his journey.
As he stood at the gate, James looked around the sun-drenched courtyard.
"No one?"
He found a shady spot under a tree and sat down, taking a deep breath. As he calmed his thoughts, he began to feel the energy flowing within his body—the sensation was unfamiliar but invigorating. He could also sense a massive store of memories sealed away in his mind, courtesy of the panel.
The panel had thoughtfully kept them suppressed for now. Otherwise, absorbing it all at once could've overwhelmed his consciousness and forced him to return prematurely to the main world.
Just then, footsteps echoed from the bottom of the nearby stairway.
A boy with striking white hair, pale blue eyes, and a relaxed expression made his way up the steps. He had a blade of dogtail grass in his mouth and both hands tucked lazily behind his head.
It was none other than young Gojo Satoru.
"Oh, look at that! A classmate! What a heartwarming scene."
With a laugh, Gojo flopped down next to James, groaning lightly about the heat.
James looked at the infamous "strongest" with curiosity. Of course, he hadn't reached his peak yet—but this was the beginning of his legend.
"I'm James," he introduced himself. "If everything's correct, I'm a new student here."
"A freshman, huh? What a coincidence! Me too!" Gojo grinned and patted James on the back. "Don't worry, I've got your back."
While the two chatted, another pair of students arrived at the gate—a boy and a girl deep in conversation.
"There are actually more people in our class than I expected," Gojo commented, tossing the dogtail grass aside and leaping up to greet them.
The boy had black hair tied neatly behind his ears and a calm, almost drowsy look in his eyes. His name was Geto Suguru. The girl beside him had a distant, cool expression, her short hair brushing her cheekbones. She was Ieiri Shōko—silent and sharp.
They were all clearly "problem children"—strong, unpredictable, and anything but ordinary.
James couldn't help but laugh internally. It reminded him of a meme: "When school starts and all your roommates are monsters."
As he shook off the thought and stood up, a strong, imposing figure appeared at the academy's entrance.
"Welcome to Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School," the man greeted them. "I'm Yaga Masamichi, your teacher."
Yaga Masamichi—the renowned sorcerer and master of Jujutsu puppet creation. One of the few instructors in the entire school.
"From today onward, I will guide you through your foundational Jujutsu techniques and help you develop your innate abilities. The school will provide all resources needed to support your growth as a Jujutsu sorcerer."
His expression darkened slightly.
"But remember—once you enter the world of curses, you will walk a path where coldness and death are constant companions."
"That's all for now. Follow me."
The four new students stepped through the gate and began their journey.
As they toured the campus, James took in the serene environment. Despite the serious nature of their studies, the school grounds were peaceful and beautiful. For the time being, he could enjoy the quiet and prepare himself.
In less than a year, the records would show that Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru became the strongest duo in Jujutsu High's history, while Ieiri Shōko would master the Reverse Cursed Technique, becoming an indispensable healer and pillar of the school.
It was clear that pressure would mount quickly—but James wasn't worried.
His experience in the Demon Slayer world had tempered his blade and body. And now, with the profound combat memories inherited from Yamamoto Genryūsai, the most powerful Shinigami in the past thousand years, James stood far ahead of the average student.
Their first stop was a general walkthrough of the school buildings. Yaga pointed out training grounds, classrooms, sparring arenas, and meditation halls.
"There's a shortage of Jujutsu sorcerers right now," Yaga said. "That's why students are expected to grow fast. The government provides generous stipends and bonuses for students enrolled here—so don't slack off."
They arrived at the student dormitory.
"This is where you'll live. Girls' dorms are down that way. You can rest for now and explore more later."
James sighed with relief. Living in Tokyo wasn't cheap, and the school covering his housing meant fewer headaches.
"James, come with me. The rest of you, get settled."
Yaga led James to a classroom, opened the door, and motioned for him to sit.
"Since you're new to the Jujutsu world, I'll teach you the basics myself."
James nodded respectfully. According to the identity created by the panel, he was a beginner—albeit one with immense potential and latent cursed power.
Yaga began his explanation.
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"In this world, curses are real. They are born from the accumulation of human negative emotions—fear, hatred, resentment. When the emotional buildup reaches a certain threshold, a Cursed Spirit is born. These spirits are dangerous and have caused countless casualties over time.
To exorcise these curses, we train and deploy Jujutsu sorcerers—people like you and me.
Jujutsu sorcerers can channel negative emotions to extract cursed energy, which powers our techniques and enhances our physical capabilities.
Every sorcerer has the potential to awaken their own innate technique—a unique supernatural ability, much like superpowers in comic books.
You, James, already have cursed energy. That means you're eligible to become a full-fledged Jujutsu sorcerer. Your technique will manifest over time, and you'll have to develop it through training and experience."
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Yaga then walked him through the process of drawing out cursed energy—mentally revisiting negative experiences and channeling the emotion into focused power.
James listened carefully, his absorption rate far beyond average thanks to the panel's compressed memory training.
After the lesson, James asked a question.
"Teacher Yaga, have Gojo and the others already been exposed to Jujutsu techniques before this?"
Yaga nodded.
"Yes. Even within the Jujutsu world, the concept of family lineage exists. There are three major sorcerer clans—the Gojo, Zenin, and Kamo families."
"Gojo Satoru belongs to the Gojo family and is an exceptionally rare talent. Honestly, even I sometimes question if he's human."
"As for Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shōko—they've had prior contact with the Jujutsu world and underwent early training."
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With the basics now explained, Yaga dismissed himself, leaving James alone in the classroom.
James sat quietly, deep in thought.
He extended his palm—and a faint orb of blue energy hovered above it.
Cursed energy.
It radiated with power, humming softly in the quiet room.
It wasn't as explosive as breathing techniques, but the potential it held was immense. When combined with the innate techniques unique to the Jujutsu world, it could rival even high-level Breathing Art power.
He checked the cursed energy level he could extract per unit of emotional stimulus. A normal person might draw 0.5 units per emotional spike. James? He could extract 50.
Ten points in the "Mind" stat were no joke.
For the next stretch of time, James's objective was clear:
– Discover and develop his innate technique
– Refine his cursed energy control
– Fully absorb Yamamoto Genryūsai's battle experience
The real challenges hadn't even begun.
This was just the calm before the storm.
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