"Cursed Spirit, where are you?"
In a sewer illuminated by old, dim yellow lights.
Gojo Satoru and Geto were wandering around in a posture that suggested a strong individual with a slipped disc.
"Gojo, Cursed Spirits aren't puppies; they won't come out if you call them."
"Then what should we do?"
"Just search quietly. What if we scare the Cursed Spirit away by being too loud?"
"Are the Cursed Spirits here rats? How lame."
Gojo Satoru straightened his back boredly, putting his hands behind his head.
However, Gojo Satoru was unexpectedly right about one thing.
The Cursed Spirits here really were scared by them.
The terrifying Cursed Energy they subconsciously released when they first entered the sewer (they were overwhelmed by the smell of the sewer).
The black-haired man, whose eyes couldn't be seen, casually waved his hand and summoned countless Cursed Spirits from the dark space.
Moreover, it could also sense a great terror existing within that space.
The other white-haired one was the same; he casually threw out several terrifying blue spheres, claiming it was too smelly and he wanted to improve air circulation.
The Cursed Spirit had a feeling at the time: if that blue sphere, which the white-haired man was swinging around and then threw out onto the ground, hit it, it would definitely die.
At this moment, the Cursed Spirit had only one thought.
Run! Must run!
This home can't be kept.
Most Cursed Spirits are sedentary; Cursed Spirits that leave their birthplace to wander around are few.
However, today Gojo Satoru and Geto successfully scared a home-loving Cursed Spirit into wanting to flee its cozy little home.
The Cursed Spirit cautiously poked its head out to observe its surroundings.
Just as the Cursed Spirit extended its head from the corner, it noticed a white cat-like head doing the exact same movement.
"Ah, I found you."
"Agh!"
The Cursed Spirit let out an unintelligible shriek, then turned and ran frantically into the distance.
"Ah, is it a race? Wait, I want to join too."
And so, a magical scene unfolded in this perpetually unvisited sewer.
A Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, which had troubled countless people and Jujutsu Sorcerers, was desperately fleeing for its life in front.
Behind it was a white-haired individual, also running incredibly fast, occasionally teleporting to scare the Cursed Spirit.
Moreover, this white-haired person was constantly swaying his arms and upper body while running.
Like a cheerleader cheering for the team.
Behind the person and the Cursed Spirit, Geto was sitting cross-legged on a manta ray Cursed Spirit, propping his chin with his right hand, intending to see how long this Cursed Spirit could last.
Just then, Geto's phone rang.
"Eichi? Aren't they also on a mission?"
Surely they don't want my and Gojo's assistance.
"Hello, what's up?"
Geto propped his head with his right hand and held the phone to his ear with his left.
"Geto, how much longer will you be?"
Eichi's voice came through the phone.
"Hmm, it should be a while longer."
Looking at Gojo Satoru, who was having a blast, Geto gave a vague answer.
Compared to staying on the sparsely populated mountain of Tokyo Jujutsu High, exorcising Cursed Spirits outside was a bit more interesting.
Given the strength of Geto and Gojo Satoru, there were almost no Cursed Spirits that could threaten them.
They even had enough energy left to go shopping and play video games after exorcising a bunch of Cursed Spirits.
In contrast, ordinary Jujutsu Sorcerers, who were often exhausted and even needed healing after exorcising Cursed Spirits, truly suffered.
"Is that so? It's better to hurry back. Yaga Masamichi has an important announcement for the afternoon class and wants us all to return."
"I understand, we'll be back on time. Okay, okay, bye-bye."
Geto hung up the phone.
"Gojo!"
"What's up, Geto?"
Gojo Satoru looked back at Geto, a mischievous grin still on his face.
"Eichi called. Yaga Masamichi wants us to go back early."
"Huh? Again? How boring."
Gojo Satoru pouted, then used Cursed Technique Reversal: Blue for a short-distance teleportation, appearing in front of the Cursed Spirit.
"A-tah ~"
Gojo Satoru let out a strange cry, then kicked the Cursed Spirit back.
"Cursed Technique Reversal: Blue."
While the Cursed Spirit was still adjusting its posture in mid-air, Gojo Satoru's Cursed Technique Reversal: Blue instantly struck its body.
The Cursed Spirit, having lost more than half of its body, rolled a few times on the ground.
Then it stopped at Geto's feet.
Cursed Spirit Manipulation was activated, and the Cursed Spirit on the ground transformed into a Cursed Spirit Orb, which Geto swallowed.
The Cursed Spirit Geto used for storage poked its head out of the Cursed Spirit space and produced a bottle of honey tea.
The mature Geto had already learned to bring his own honey tea.
"It's over, let's go back then."
Watching Geto finish swallowing the Cursed Spirit Orb, Gojo Satoru, hands in his pockets, left the sewer.
That afternoon.
All five first-year students of Tokyo Jujutsu High were seated in the classroom.
Medea did not intend to become a student of Tokyo Jujutsu High, but because she was interested in the rich collection of books at Tokyo Jujutsu High, she applied for a teacher position.
Yaga Masamichi strongly supported this.
With the support of Yaga Masamichi, who was confirmed to be promoted to principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High next year, it was believed that Medea would soon become a High School teacher.
As for Heroic Spirit Emiya.
His situation was a bit complicated.
Heroic Spirit Emiya did not want to go through High School again; he preferred taking on various Cursed Spirit exorcism missions and… cooking.
Amidst Gojo Satoru's various acts of coquetry and cuteness, and the expectant gazes of Eichi, Artoria, Shoko Ieiri, and others.
Heroic Spirit Emiya ultimately conceded.
Now, unless other matters intervened, Heroic Spirit Emiya would be cooking dinner.
For this, Eichi had already been urging Gojo Satoru to apply for a Special Grade Chef arm-band for Heroic Spirit Emiya.
You won't issue a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer certificate, but surely you won't be stingy with a Special Grade Chef certificate and arm-band, right?
The bewildered Jujutsu Headquarters: We manage that too?
"Geto, this is for you."
Eichi handed Geto a glass bottle containing a light red potion.
"What is this?"
Geto carefully examined the item in his hand, which looked like a red potion from a game.
"A witch's potion."
"Huh."
Geto looked surprised.
"There's such a good thing? Let me see, what does this do? Are there any curses inside?"
Compared to the surprised Geto, Gojo Satoru became invigorated.
"A curse, you ask? If I had to say, yes, but it's a beneficial curse for Geto."
"Oh? The witch wants to curse Geto? Could it be?"
Gojo Satoru quickly imagined two scenarios in his mind.
One was that Geto had offended Medea and was being retaliated against by Medea.
The other was that Medea had taken a liking to Geto and wanted to keep him by her side through a curse.
Slap.
Eichi slapped Gojo Satoru on the head.
Then he casually ruffled Gojo Satoru's white hair.
It's quite smooth. What brand of shampoo does he use? Not greasy at all.
"That bottle contains a potion that can change taste. About 1 milliliter can change taste for about 1 minute, with no side effects."
"Change taste, meaning?"
"That's right, drink some with water before swallowing a Cursed Spirit Orb."
"Thank you."
Geto felt warmth in his heart.
"Oh, right."
Eichi seemed to remember something, put an arm around Geto's shoulder, and whispered in his ear.
"Next time Gojo eats Kikufuku, secretly add some to his."
After speaking, he winked at Geto.
Geto understood, and a mischievous smile also appeared on his face.