"Teacher Yaga, I want a sword."
"Oh? Are you interested in Taijutsu as well?"
Five months had passed since James enrolled at Tokyo Jujutsu High, and today marked his first mission: the exorcism of a third-grade Cursed Spirit in downtown Tokyo.
During those five months, James had remained mostly under the radar. Not because he lacked talent—far from it—but because Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru completely stole the spotlight. In just a few months, they had already taken down first-grade curses with ease. Their names were known across the school, which admittedly didn't have many students to begin with.
Gojo's Six Eyes, paired with his Limitless techniques and innate talent, made him a walking legend. Compared to that, James seemed ordinary. Yet Yaga Masamichi, ever supportive, agreed to James's request and had a quality blade forged for him. It wasn't legendary, but it was durable and sharp.
With the sword finally in hand, James departed for his first mission. After five months of nothing but training and upgrades, he was itching for real combat.
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His destination was Edogawa District, a quieter part of Tokyo but still densely populated. And where there's population, there are negative emotions—the breeding ground for curses.
The target was an abandoned elementary school, long closed due to a suspicious fire. Locals claimed it was haunted. Over time, the area had been deserted, and the building stood like a decaying shell of its former self.
Crows circled overhead, screeching eerily. Trees, once lush, had withered into brittle skeletons. Yellowed leaves danced on the breeze, painting a picture of decline.
James scanned the documents given to him—basic info on the Curse, local rumors, previous sightings. Everything pointed to a third-grade Cursed Spirit.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Doesn't feel like a third-grade case."
Still, he tucked the papers into his bag, strapped his sword to his waist, and stepped forward.
Time to set the net.
He cast a barrier—a translucent, purple-black curtain that cloaked the school grounds. To the untrained eye, it was invisible, but for sorcerers, it marked the battlefield.
As cursed energy bled from the air like black sludge, James stepped through the school's rusted gate. Dry leaves crunched beneath his boots. A soft ding-a-ling echoed in the distance—a wind chime swaying in the breeze.
The past lingered here. Echoes of schoolchildren, laughter, life. Now, it was all gone.
James moved carefully, pushing open each classroom door. The rooms were gutted. The walls were charred, with strange, flowing fire marks that hinted at the past blaze.
Click... click... squeak...
Every door was already open. First floor, clear. Second floor...
Bang!
A classroom door slammed shut behind him. He spun around, alert.
And then, a voice.
"Brother, what are you looking for?"
A little girl stood at the end of the corridor.
She wore an old-fashioned school uniform, her body small and frail. Her face was burned, barely human. Dozens of bloodshot eyes were embedded across her face. She had no nose or mouth—only a gaping ear where sound buzzed.
James narrowed his eyes.
"Your appearance... almost makes Kokushibo look good."
The girl tilted her head.
"Brother, I can help you find it. My ears are really good!"
As she turned her head, her left ear faced James—and inside it, a gaping mouth yawned open.
BOOM!
Flames erupted from the ear. The corridor exploded as fire roared through it, consuming the hallway. Burning wood collapsed from the ceiling.
But James had already disappeared. He reappeared atop a charred window railing, balanced calmly on one foot.
"You call that third-grade? This thing's first-grade at least, possibly borderline special-grade."
The girl twisted. Her flesh warped, and in seconds, her tiny body ballooned into a grotesque mass of twisted flesh. Hundreds of eyes blinked simultaneously, and dozens of ears glowed with firelight.
Then—
WHOOOSH!
Fireballs as large as buckets flew in every direction. James dodged swiftly, sidestepping the barrage. One fireball rocketed toward his feet.
BOOM!
A massive explosion shook the floor beneath him. Dust clouded the air, and flames scattered like shrapnel.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The entire front half of the school building collapsed. The Spirit pulsed with twisted pride, its many eyes glowing with sick joy.
When the dust cleared, James stood there, his uniform in tatters. His left hand was scorched, skin charred black.
"Interesting. The eyes are for target locking. Fireballs act like homing missiles."
"Just from that, you're special-grade."
He lifted his left hand and shook it casually. The charred flesh wiggled, then peeled away, revealing unblemished skin beneath.
Regeneration? Not exactly.
James hadn't mastered the Reverse Cursed Technique like Shōko. But he had something else.
Drawing from Yamamoto Genryūsai's White Hits experience, James had been developing a physical technique that utilized his overflowing life energy to rapidly heal wounds.
It wasn't perfect—it left him briefly weakened after use—but it worked.
"Alright then... time to play."
With a crack, electricity surged at his feet. He vanished, leaving a faint breeze in his place.
The Curse twisted in confusion, its many eyes scanning frantically. Then—
CRASH!
A foot smashed through the floorboards beneath it! James burst up like a cannonball, launching the Cursed Spirit into the sky.
"Gotcha, you legless brat."
As the Spirit hovered mid-air, fire ignited from its ears. Dozens of eyes locked onto James below.
James crouched. The floor cracked. Then—
BOOM!
He launched upward like a missile. As he rose, black lightning crackled around his fist.
CRACK-BOOM!
A thunderous explosion rang out as his punch collided with the Cursed Spirit. Blood-black lightning burst forth, flooding the sky with electric fury.
Black Flash!
The shockwave stripped leaves from trees. The Spirit disintegrated, torn into fragments by the force.
Special-grade Curse: Exorcised!
James flipped mid-air and landed gently, brushing dust from his shoulders. His fist still smoked.
"Okay, I get it now. Physical combat is addictive."
He laughed to himself.
"Should I give up swordsmanship?"
Swordsmanship: confused sobbing in the background.
Of course, it was a joke. James wasn't abandoning any of his strengths. He was a traveler of the multiverse, destined to become flawless.
After confirming the Curse's purification, he retrieved a pen and his mission report sheet from his bag. Scribbling casually, he finished the report.
Later, back in the city, he dropped the documents with the staff and headed to Akihabara for some shopping.
Unbeknownst to him, a secret letter had already reached the head office at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Its contents stunned every faculty member.
> "James: Successfully purified a Special-grade Cursed Spirit."
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