The city behind them was quiet, too quiet. Superman, Panda, and Inumaki moved along a broken highway that stretched toward the mountains.
The night sky above was cloudy, hiding the moon. Superman could hear faint whispers carried by the wind—dark, unnatural, and heavy with malice.
"This road is cursed,"
Panda explained, his heavy footsteps echoing on the cracked asphalt. "Spirits linger here. They're drawn to places soaked in human fear and death. If you can't sense them yet… you will soon.
" Superman narrowed his eyes. "I can hear something, like… whispers. But I can't see anything."
"Exactly," Panda replied.
"That's the problem. Cursed Energy isn't something your eyes or ears alone can detect. It comes from your soul."
Suddenly, the air grew colder. A swarm of shadowy hands burst from the ground, clawing at their feet.
Inumaki raised his hand, his voice firm despite being limited. "Stop." The cursed command rang out, and the writhing shadows froze in place, cracking like broken glass before shattering into dust.
Superman stared in awe. "Incredible… You defeated them with just one word?"
Panda smirked. "That's Toge for you. But don't think it's easy. His voice carries power, but it also carries risk. Every fight costs him."
As they pressed forward, more curses gathered—shapes crawling from the darkness, drawn to Superman's overwhelming presence. For the first time in his life, Superman felt hunted by creatures he couldn't fully understand. Yet, as he walked beside Panda and Inumaki, he realized something important: he wasn't facing this new world alone.
The cursed whispers faded as the three travelers left the broken highway behind. The path turned into a narrow trail climbing into the mountains, where mist rolled thick across the ground. Strange lanterns, glowing faintly with blue fire, lit their way as if guiding them.
Superman's eyes adjusted quickly, but even he couldn't see far through the veil of fog. He glanced at Panda. "Are you sure this is the right way?"
Panda nodded. "You'll see soon. Jujutsu High isn't meant to be found by chance. Only sorcerers—or those chosen by them—can cross into its grounds."
Suddenly, the mist parted. Beyond it, rising from the mountain cliffs, stood a vast fortress. Its walls were black stone, etched with talismans that shimmered faintly. Towers pierced the sky, and enormous gates sealed with charms stood at the entrance.
Superman stopped in his tracks. It wasn't just a school. It was a castle.
"This…" he whispered, "…this is where you train?"
Panda chuckled. "Impressive, huh? To the outside world, this mountain looks empty. But to us—it's the heart of sorcery in Japan."
Inumaki raised his hand, speaking softly. "Tuna mayo."
His cursed words carried a feeling of welcome, as though the fortress itself recognized Superman's presence.
The giant gates creaked open, revealing a courtyard bathed in an eerie golden glow. Superman stepped forward, his cape fluttering in the mountain wind. For the first time since entering this world, he felt the weight of a new beginning. Whatever awaited him inside these walls would decide whether he could truly protect this world—or be consumed by it.
Together, they crossed the threshold into Jujutsu High.
Inside the great hall of Jujutsu High, the sorcerers gathered. Their robes rustled softly, their eyes fixed on the stranger from another world.
Superman stood tall, though the weight of their gazes pressed on him like stone. One elder spoke first.
"Welcome, outsider. You walk into our domain with no cursed energy. Tell us, how do you intend to train here?"
Another voice followed. "To master cursed energy, you must feel it within your soul. But you… you have none. So what is it you truly seek?"
Superman drew in a slow breath, his cape falling silent behind him.
"You're right. I don't know if I'll ever master what you call cursed energy. I don't know if I'll succeed."
His voice grew firmer. "But I do know this: I want to be useful to this world. I want to understand my own strength and sharpen it the way you sharpen yours. I believe in myself… and if I fail, I'll fail trying."
A ripple of whispers swept across the hall. Some sorcerers looked impressed. Others shook their heads in doubt. The air was heavy with uncertainty. Then—without warning—the torches along the walls flickered.
A sudden flash of movement cut through the room. Clang! A steel blade stopped inches from Superman's chest.
Superman's eyes widened as he instinctively raised his hand to block. The force pushed him back a step, his boots grinding against the stone floor.
From the shadows stepped Yuta Okkotsu, his sword gleaming with cursed energy, his eyes sharp and unwavering.
"Do you really want that?" Yuta asked, his voice low but filled with intensity.
"Do you want to risk everything, even though you have no cursed energy, and step into a world that will try to break you?"
Superman held his ground, his hand still pressed against the edge of Yuta's blade. Slowly, he lifted his head, meeting Yuta's piercing gaze with steady determination.
"Yes,"
Superman answered firmly. "I do."
For a long moment, the hall was silent. Then Yuta lowered his blade, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Good. Then your training begins with me."
The great hall slowly emptied after Yuta lowered his sword. But not everyone was convinced.
Soon after, Yuta was summoned to meet the Chief of Jujutsu High—a stern elder whose very presence carried authority.
The chamber was dim, lit only by candlelight. The Chief sat cross-legged behind a low table, his sharp eyes narrowing at Yuta as he entered.
"Yuta Okkotsu," the Chief said coldly.
"Explain yourself. Why would you take this man as your student? He has no cursed energy, no potential as a sorcerer. Jujutsu High is not a place for the powerless."
Yuta bowed respectfully before answering. "You're wrong. He may not have cursed energy, but he's far from powerless. His body alone carries a strength unlike anything I've ever seen. That is a kind of potential in itself."
The Chief's frown deepened. "Physical power alone cannot defeat curses. You know this. Without cursed energy, his fists are empty."
Yuta raised his head, his eyes steady.
"I remember someone else who was told the same thing. Someone who was mocked for being born without cursed energy. Her name was Maki Zenin."
The Chief's gaze flickered, surprised by the mention.
Yuta continued: "Maki couldn't wield cursed energy either. Yet she became one of the strongest fighters in Jujutsu High, through sheer will and mastery of her body. Superman reminds me of her. His presence, his determination… even without cursed energy, he can grow. He can fight. He can protect."
For a long moment, the Chief was silent, his fingers tapping against the table.
Finally, he sighed. "You put your faith in him. Very well, Okkotsu. But remember—this gamble is yours alone. If he fails, the blame will rest on you."
Yuta bowed once more. "Don't worry, i'll take that responsibility. "
Outside the chamber, Superman waited, standing tall though uncertain. When Yuta stepped out, he gave him a small nod.
"The Chief isn't convinced… but I am."
**Then, the training of Superman begins**