[Dormitory Area]
The room assigned to Fushiguro Yukio was in a rather interesting spot.
Geto Suguru was on his left, and Gojo Satoru was on his right.
Stuck between two future big shots, what a setup.
Yukio was changing clothes.
The specially made jujutsu uniform was basically a school uniform, a loose black crewneck sweatshirt without a hood that was more resistant to cursed energy erosion than ordinary clothes.
Standing in front of the mirror, he looked himself over and nodded in satisfaction.
“Tsk.”
“One word: handsome.”
“Even the most handsome man in Konoha Village would only be this good.”
Just as he finished admiring himself, the phone rang.
“Hello~ Yukio~ You came to Tokyo without telling me, and you didn’t come see me either~”
That charming tone could only belong to Mei Mei.
Yukio rolled his eyes.
“Then why didn’t you come pick me up?”, Mei Mei sounded full of resentment.
“I’m a third-year student this year.
I got sent out on a mission.
How am I supposed to know when I’ll be back?!”
As soon as Yukio heard that, he realized it had nothing to do with him, and his tone immediately became perfunctory.
“Then do your best.”
“I’m going to the gathering.”
A frustrated stomp and a bunch of complaints came through the phone.
The gathering was held inside the school.
Everyone cooked for themselves.
Smoke filled the air, and the smell of grilled meat spread everywhere.
The four fifteen- and sixteen-year-old students sat in a circle, drinking soft drinks since they were all underage.
Sitting in the corner, Ieiri Shoko secretly observed the three boys across from her.
Geto Suguru, 185 centimeters, gentle and refined.
Gojo Satoru, 190 centimeters, arrogant and punchable.
Fushiguro Yukio, 191 centimeters, cold but with a bit of a bad-boy charm.
The three tall, rich, handsome guys sitting together made for a very pleasing sight.
Then she noticed something seemed off.
Yukio was stuffing meat into his mouth and chugging drinks, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster.
“This is great!”
“Free tuition, free housing, free food!”
“As expected of Jujutsu High.
Rich people really do whatever they want!”
Geto Suguru nodded frantically while stuffing meat into his mouth.
“Exactly, exactly.”
“But I bet the rewards from our missions won’t be as high as outside.
The school probably takes a cut.”
Gojo Satoru looked at these two classmates like they had starved in a past life.
“Were your lives really that hard before?”
Yukio rolled his eyes at him.
“You wouldn’t understand.
You’ve been chosen as the future head of the Gojo family since you were a kid.”
Geto Suguru nodded again, “Exactly.
He wouldn’t understand.”
Gojo choked on his words for a moment, then waved his hand casually.
“Come on, don’t sweat the details!”
“I’ll give you all my mission rewards in the future!”
Yukio instantly changed expressions.
His smile became as bright as a sunflower.
“What a good person!”
“Starting today, you’re my brother from another mother and father!”
Geto Suguru was stunned.
‘That face-changing speed…
Is he serious?’
But his reaction was fast too.
“Then let me thank Classmate Gojo in advance.”
Ieiri Shoko weakly raised her hand.
“Then…
then thank you too…”
Gojo Satoru: “…”
‘Why do I feel like I got tricked?’
[The Next Day]
[Training Field]
Yaga Masamichi handed student cards to the four of them.
“These will be your IDs from now on.”
“Mission rewards and subsidies will all be deposited into these cards.”
“They also have your age, grade, and sorcerer rank.”
Gojo Satoru immediately leaned over to look at everyone else’s cards.
“What rank are you guys?”
“I’m Grade 1.”
Ieiri Shoko exclaimed, “Huh?
I’m only Grade 2?!”
Yukio showed his card, “Grade 1.”
Hiss!
A synchronized gasp sounded across the field.
Everyone could understand Gojo being Grade 1.
Six Eyes and Limitless.
It would be strange if he wasn’t.
But why was Yukio Grade 1?
Yukio scratched his head and looked innocent.
“Maybe…
because I’ve exorcised a Grade 1 cursed spirit by myself before?”
Hiss!
The gasping became even louder.
Geto Suguru spoke with difficulty, “It’s just hard for us to imagine…
you have no cursed energy, so how can killing a Grade 1 cursed spirit be that easy?”
Ieiri Shoko nodded frantically, “Exactly!
I’d be scared even fighting a Grade 3 cursed spirit by myself!”
But Gojo Satoru was staring at Yukio excitedly, “Hey, hey, let’s have a fight.”
“I’ve never fought someone without cursed energy before!”
He looked toward Yaga Masamichi.
“Teacher, that’s okay, right?”
Yaga Masamichi folded his arms and nodded, “Of course.”
“The reason I brought you to the training field is to test your strength and help you understand each other’s abilities so you can cooperate better in the future.”
Yukio stood up and dusted himself off.
“Sure.
I want to see what the Six Eyes are really made of too.”
Then he suddenly remembered something.
“Oh right, Teacher.
If we wreck the training field, we don’t have to pay for it, right?”
Gojo waved his hand grandly, “No problem!
I’ll cover that little bit of money!”
Yukio gave him a thumbs up.
“Awesome!”
Through his sunglasses, Gojo’s azure Six Eyes watched Yukio with interest.
“I’m really curious how you’re going to get through my Limitless.”
Yukio rolled his wrists.
“I want to know too.”
Yaga Masamichi stepped back a few paces.
“Stop before things go too far.”
“Begin.”
The moment he finished speaking…
Bang!
A muffled explosion rang out.
Yukio’s fist had already stopped in front of Gojo’s face, less than one centimeter from the tip of his nose.
The entire field went silent.
Geto Suguru’s pupils shrank.
Ieiri Shoko covered her mouth.
‘Too fast!:
The speed was impossible to see clearly.
Cold sweat appeared on Gojo’s forehead, and he subconsciously took off his sunglasses.
“Hey, hey…”
“Isn’t that speed a little ridiculous?”
Feeling the Limitless barrier in front of him being pressed by the fist, his smile became somewhat stiff.
“But it looks like you still can’t hit me.”
Yukio didn’t speak.
A layer of dark black energy quietly covered his fist.
Gojo’s expression changed.
That fist was slowly breaking through the defense of Limitless, inch by inch, getting closer and closer to his face.
He abruptly retreated and widened the distance, ‘What kind of ability is that?!’
‘It can actually break through my Limitless?!’
Instead of chasing after him, Yukio withdrew his fist and explained.
“I know there are plenty of ways to get through your Limitless.”
He counted on his fingers.
“For example, using a stronger Domain Expansion and canceling it out.”
“Or using Domain Amplification to cover your body with a curse-free coating that neutralizes techniques on contact.”
He raised his fist.
“But my ability is more special.
It doesn’t belong to the category of cursed energy.
It can physically neutralize your Limitless.”
“You could call it…
an advanced version of Heavenly Restriction.”
“I call it Shadow Power.”
Gojo stared at the black energy, his expression becoming serious.
‘Interesting.’
‘Way too interesting.’
“However…”, Gojo suddenly smiled.
“I don’t rely only on Limitless.”
He raised a finger.
“Lapse Blue.”
Instantly, cursed energy condensed into a terrifying attraction force and blasted toward Yukio.
Yukio could have dodged…
But he didn’t.
He wanted to test its power.
BOOM!!!
Dust exploded everywhere.
Yukio was blasted away and crashed into the forest on the back mountain.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
He smashed through four or five thick trees before finally stopping.
Geto Suguru’s expression changed, “Wasn’t that a little too much?”
Gojo didn’t turn around.
His eyes remained fixed on the depths of the forest, and a smile curled at his lips.
“That guy did it on purpose.”
‘On purpose?!’
The next second, a black figure shot out of the forest at terrifying speed.
‘686.4 meters per second!’
Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko couldn’t even see the figure clearly.
They only saw a streak of black light instantly rush in front of Gojo.
“Tornado Destroy Parking Lot!!!”
Yukio’s attacks came like a violent storm.
Gojo’s Six Eyes could track his movements, but his body couldn’t keep up at all.
One punch!
Two punches!
Three punches!
Every strike carried that strange black energy as it smashed into Gojo’s body.
Gojo tried to activate Limitless.
But he discovered his cursed energy wasn’t flowing properly.
That black energy was disrupting the flow of cursed energy inside his body.
Bang!
The final punch…
Gojo was sent flying and crashed heavily into the ground.
The dust cleared.
Gojo lay on the shattered ground, his azure eyes staring at the sky as he muttered, “I…
lost?”
Dead silence filled the field.
Geto Suguru stood there with his mouth hanging open.
Ieiri Shoko’s eyes were wide and round.
Yaga Masamichi narrowed his eyes slightly, but a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Yukio walked over and extended a hand.
“Everyone loses.”
“And failure doesn’t necessarily mean you gain nothing.”
Gojo stared at the outstretched hand.
After a few seconds of silence, he smiled.
He grabbed Yukio’s hand and used it to stand up.
“You’re right.”
“Hey, let’s fight again next time.”
“I’ll definitely win next time.”
Ieiri Shoko ran over and curiously poked Yukio’s arm.
“Wow…
your body is really tough…”
“You took Gojo’s Blue head-on and you’re fine?”
Yukio grinned.
“My body just has high resistance to cursed energy.”
Geto Suguru rolled his wrists and looked at Yukio, fighting spirit in his eyes.
“How about we try too?”
Yukio raised an eyebrow.
“Come on.”
[A Short While Later]
Geto Suguru lay on the ground, breathing heavily.
He had finally experienced that pressure for himself.
No cursed energy, yet every punch felt as heavy as a mountain.
He had thought his hand-to-hand combat was pretty good…
He still needed more training.
Yaga Masamichi spoke at the right moment.
“Your ranks are only temporary.”
“They’ll be reevaluated based on your mission performance in the future.”
“Work hard and improve your strength.”
He looked at the four young students, each unique in their own way, and muttered to himself.
‘This class…’
‘Seems pretty incredible.’