The next day.
When Jinsuke arrived at Jujutsu High, two students were already waiting in the classroom.In the empty room sat only the pair of students — and an increasingly impatient Gojo Satoru.
"Finally! Ever heard of being on time?" Gojo complained.
"You never told me the exact time," Jinsuke countered calmly.
He'd always been punctual. Gojo had just said "in the morning", and well… eleven o'clock still counted as morning, didn't it?
Gojo fell silent, his expression speechless. "Fine, fine, my bad. Anyway—" He motioned for the two students to step forward."These two are your students starting today. Whatever happens, they report to you."
He added casually, "Of course, if they've got questions about techniques, they can come to me or any of the other teachers."
Dragging the two students closer to Jinsuke, Gojo continued, "I'll let you all get acquainted. I've got stuff to handle."
And just like that, the special grade sorcerer left — no hesitation, no further explanation — vanishing with that familiar sense of ease only Gojo could pull off.
Jinsuke didn't bother commenting. Instead, he turned his gaze to the two students before him — one male, and the other… well, technically also male.
"Introduce yourselves," he said.
The slightly mature-looking young man stepped forward first.
"Kinji Hakari. Male. I like doing things that get my blood pumping."
Then the other spoke — a slender figure with soft features, a lip piercing glinting as they smiled faintly.
"Kirara Hoshi. Female. I don't really have any special hobbies."
Jinsuke frowned. "You think I can't tell you're a guy?"
Kirara stuck out his tongue playfully. "Guess I've been found out."
He'd hoped to bluff his way through. No such luck.
"I'm Jinsuke Zenin ," their new teacher said.
"You can call me Jinsuke-sensei or Zenin-sensei — doesn't matter. I don't have many rules. Just one: by the time you graduate, I expect you both to reach at least Grade 1 Sorcerer level."
It was his only demand — and one he was confident they could meet.Hakari, especially, might even have the potential to reach special grade… though with how the higher-ups thought, they'd probably rather die than approve it.
"Sensei, are you from the Zenin Clan?" Hakari asked.
"Yes and no," Jinsuke replied flatly. "Not something you two need to worry about."
He looked at both of them. "If you've got any questions about cursed techniques, ask Gojo. But for missions or emergencies, call me."
After exchanging contact info, Jinsuke thought for a moment, then said,
"That's all for today. Train hard, reach Grade 1 soon. I've got things to do — contact me if you need anything."
Before the two students could respond, their teacher had already walked out the door.
They stared blankly at the empty classroom.
"…Why do I feel like this teacher's kinda unreliable?" Hakari muttered.
"Yeah," Kirara agreed. "Even that white-haired guy didn't seem all that dependable."
Two complete newcomers to the jujutsu world — and they'd somehow landed these two as mentors. Some luck.
"I did some research before enrolling," Kirara said, chewing on gum. "The white-haired guy's Gojo — strongest sorcerer alive. As for Zenin-sensei, he's got Grade 1-level strength but no cursed energy, no technique. He's from the Zenin clan, but… not on good terms with them."
"What now?" Hakari asked, exasperated.
"How should I know?"
"Let's go ask another teacher," Kirara suggested. "We should at least figure out what we're supposed to do next."
And so, like a pair of lost chicks, the two wandered the halls of Jujutsu High. That was how their lives as sorcerers began.
Months passed, and their homeroom teacher — Jinsuke — had practically vanished. He hadn't shown up once, yet somehow still collected his salary in full.
Of course, such peaceful days couldn't last forever. One day, the phone rang.
"Helo, is this Zenin-sensei?" came a familiar voice.
"Hakari?"
"It's me, Sensei. Thing is, Kirara and I accepted a promotion mission — we're testing for Grade 2, and we need a supervising teacher…"
Hakari explained everything. Normally, they wouldn't bother Jinsuke, who clearly preferred a hands-off approach. But this time, it was required.
"Grade 2 already, huh?" Jinsuke thought aloud.A few months and they were already eligible — not bad at all.
"Alright. I'll come."
After all, missions for Grade 2 meant facing at least a Grade 2 curse — maybe even a Grade 1 if things went sideways.Perfect chance for him to stretch a bit.
Grabbing a simple cursed tool — a long katana — Jinsuke headed for Jujutsu High to accompany his students on their exam.
When he arrived, Hakari and Kirara were waiting — alongside a rather irritated girl.
"Seriously, old man? You're their teacher? Do you have any idea how long I've been filling in for you?"
Riko glared at him, hands on hips, clearly annoyed.
Gojo had been swamped lately, so Riko had been roped into teaching the two about cursed energy and technique basics — entirely unpaid labor, since the salary technically went to Jinsuke.
Meaning: she did the work, he got the paycheck.
"Ah… that explains it," Jinsuke said, scratching his head. "No wonder they never contacted me."
He paused. "Should I transfer you a month's salary?"
Riko waved him off. "Forget it. I only dropped by once a week anyway. Just let me eat at your place sometimes."
"Deal. You're welcome anytime."
"Good. Then go do your job, sensei." She crossed her arms. "Those two are talented — you should actually act like a teacher for once."
Jinsuke just smiled. "Geniuses should be free to find their own way."
"Come on, you two prodigies," he said, waving lazily. "Time for your mission."
Hakari and Kirara exchanged a look, both twitching at the corner of their mouths.
Yep — their teacher really wasn't reliable.
Still, for the upcoming Grade 2 promotion test… they were confident.
A small fry curse? Piece of cake.