Inside an empty classroom, two people were sitting—a boy and a girl.
Both were incredibly attractive, currently killing time by playing on handheld game consoles. The boy, in particular, had a look that was impossible to ignore. He had snow-white hair and a pair of sunglasses resting atop his head. His features were so refined and flawless that he commanded attention simply by existing.
A closer look revealed eyes the color of a pale, misty blue—limitless like the very end of the sky, beautiful and without blemish. Combined with his white eyelashes, he looked like a masterpiece of perfection.
The girl, though she looked somewhat weary with a pen dangling from her mouth, couldn't hide her charm either. She had a cute, delicate face, and a well-placed mole under her eye that added to her allure.
"So bored... Senpai Utahime, do you have plans later?" she typed, sending a text.
Beside her, the boy was focused on his game.
Suddenly, a loud thud echoed as the door swung open. The two lightning-fast individuals hid their phone and game console behind their backs.
"Gojo, Shoko."
"Yo."
"Present."
"Get ready within ten minutes. We're going to pick up your new classmates," a man with a buzz cut, two shaved lines on the sides of his head, and a beard walked in. At first glance, he didn't look like a "good guy."
The identities of these three were obvious: the white-haired boy was the future strongest, Satoru Gojo; the girl was Shoko Ieiri; and the man who looked like a yakuza was their homeroom teacher, Masamichi Yaga.
"Understood," the two replied listlessly, relieved that Yaga hadn't caught them.
The trio set off for Shinjuku Station to meet the newcomers.
After waiting for a long while, Satoru Gojo spoke up with an impatient look. "So, Sensei, which clan is this guy from?"
Masamichi Yaga didn't take offense at Gojo's attitude and answered patiently. "He comes from a non-sorcerer family. The higher-ups recognized his potential and allowed him to enroll a year early."
"The other one is in a similar situation, though details are scarce. All we know is that he once exorcised a Semi-Grade 1 Cursed Spirit," Yaga added.
"What? Two people?" Gojo asked, surprised.
"What? He killed a Semi-Grade 1?" Shoko said, her eyes wide. Clearly, they were focused on different things.
Gojo was surprised that two people were joining at once, while Shoko found it hard to believe someone their age had already taken down a Semi-Grade 1.
Even though the boy standing next to her, Gojo, could do the same, he was a genius from the Gojo Clan—a Six Eyes prodigy that appears only once every few hundred years. His very birth had shifted the balance of the world.
"So, Satoru, you aren't the only 'genius' here," Masamichi Yaga said calmly.
In truth, Yaga had been shocked when he first received the reports. Cursed Spirit Manipulation was an Innate Technique with immense potential. As for the other mysterious youth, killing a Semi-Grade 1 at sixteen—even if it was the weakest of that grade—was no small feat. In fact, that boy might have even been younger than sixteen at the time.
"I'd like to see just how strong these new guys really are," Gojo said, looking annoyed.
Just then, Yaga's phone rang. He looked at Gojo and Shoko.
"It seems one of them has arrived," Yaga said, turning around. A handsome boy dressed in black with his hair in a ponytail walked through the crowd. His looks caused several women nearby to do a double-take. He was looking down at his phone, followed by a man in a suit.
"Geto! Over here!" Yaga called out to the boy who stood out in the crowd. Gojo and Shoko followed his gaze.
"Wait, young man!"
Suguru Geto was about to look for Yaga when he was stopped. He looked at the man in confusion.
"Hello, do you have a minute? I'm a model scout," the man in the suit said flatteringly. "Would you be interested in becoming a model?"
"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to meet someone," Geto politely declined. He looked a bit awkward; the man was so enthusiastic that Geto felt bad being blunt.
"Please, take my card. Consider it! Your look is exactly what we need!" the scout persisted.
"Yikes, the newbie is being scouted the moment he hits Tokyo," Shoko remarked, used to the city's sights.
Gojo scoffed. "That kid needs to learn how to ditch those losers."
"Let's go over," Yaga said, ignoring their commentary.
As they approached, Geto noticed them and greeted them immediately. "Ah, Yaga-sensei."
The scout followed Geto's gaze and froze the moment he saw Satoru Gojo.
"This... those looks, that height... he's a guaranteed star!" the scout stammered. "Two beauties... no, two handsome guys! This is the ultimate duo! If I sign them both..."
The scout's blood pressure spiked from excitement. He felt dizzy and promptly fainted.
"I'm Shoko Ieiri. Welcome to Jujutsu High," Shoko said politely. Being close, she immediately noticed the gauges in Geto's ears.
Meanwhile, Gojo was staring at the single strand of bangs hanging over Geto's forehead.
"Suguru Geto. Nice to meet you," Geto replied, then noticed their staring. "Is there something on my face?"
"Hey, how do you wear those gauges without the school punishing you?" Shoko asked, getting straight to the point.
"Well..." Geto broke into a cold sweat, unsure how to answer.
"What is with this guy..." Gojo muttered, his brow furrowing.
"Did you notice?" Yaga asked.
Through his Six Eyes, Gojo could see it. This man's Cursed Energy was a chaotic mixture of hundreds of different Cursed Spirits.
Gojo couldn't help himself. "Hey, Bangs. Why do you smell like a pile of Curses? Are you a Cursed Spirit yourself?"
Infuriated by the "Bangs" nickname, Geto snapped back. "Are you serious? I'm clearly human. Also, what is wrong with you? Those weird glasses, that old-man hair... are you suffering from premature aging?"
As the two began to bicker loudly, Yaga slapped his forehead. Just as he was about to intervene, his phone rang again. Geto and Gojo stopped to look.
"He's here," Yaga said, a small smile appearing on his face as the bickering ceased.