Chapter 8: Leaving for Jujutsu High
Gojo Clan Compound
Morning light spilled through the wide windows of the guest residence inside the Gojo estate.
The room was quiet.
Sanjiro stood in front of a tall mirror, studying his reflection with a blank expression.
He was wearing the uniform of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
A dark blue—almost black—high-collared jacket in the traditional gakuran style, paired with matching trousers. The jacket had been customized slightly with a white hood sewn into the collar, something the Gojo Clan tailors had added at his request.
Sanjiro stared at the uniform for several seconds.
Then he spoke flatly.
"…It's black."
Behind him, sprawled lazily on a sofa, Kozuki Gojo was eating sliced fruit while half-watching the morning news.
Without even looking away from the television, Kozuki responded.
"It's dark blue."
He popped another slice of apple into his mouth.
Sanjiro narrowed his eyes slightly at his reflection.
"…Yeah."
"I still don't like it."
He turned away from the mirror and glanced back at Kozuki.
The older man shrugged.
"Well, too bad."
"It's the official school uniform. You wear it whether you like it or not."
He pointed lazily with a fork.
"Even Satoru Gojo wears it."
He raised an eyebrow.
"So what's your problem?"
Sanjiro folded his arms.
"…It should've been white."
Kozuki stared at him for a second.
Then he snorted.
"You're seriously complaining about the color?"
Sanjiro muttered something under his breath and looked away.
The silence lasted a moment before he asked another question.
"So… when are we leaving?"
Kozuki chuckled.
"There is no 'we'."
Sanjiro blinked.
Kozuki leaned deeper into the sofa.
"I'm not going with you."
"You're fourteen for gods seek, not some toddler who needs someone holding your hand everywhere."
He waved his hand dismissively.
"Satoru will pick you up."
Then his tone became slightly more serious.
"Besides, there's a meeting of the higher-ups today."
He tapped the armrest lazily.
"And unfortunately, I'm one of those higher-ups."
Sanjiro watched him quietly.
"…What's the meeting about?"
Kozuki sighed.
He grabbed another piece of fruit.
"Another curse outbreak."
Sanjiro waited.
Kozuki continued.
"In Aokigahara Forest."
He shook his head in irritation.
"Honestly, I don't understand why people keep choosing that place to kill themselves."
His gaze returned to the television.
"So many people ending their lives there that the cursed energy has built up like a swamp."
He clicked his tongue.
"Grade 2 and even Grade 1 curses are becoming common there."
Sanjiro sat down beside him on the sofa.
"…Maybe it's because life has gotten harder."
Kozuki glanced sideways.
Sanjiro continued calmly.
"Economic problems."
"Social pressure."
"Isolation."
His voice remained quiet.
"When people lose hope, they start looking for exits."
Kozuki studied him for a moment but said nothing.
The news anchor continued talking softly in the background.
After a moment, Sanjiro stood up.
"Well."
"I should get going."
He had barely taken two steps when Kozuki suddenly spoke.
"Hey."
Sanjiro turned.
Kozuki flicked something toward him.
"Catch."
Sanjiro caught it easily.
A plastic card rested in his palm.
His student ID.
"…Thanks."
He studied the card for a moment.
Then his brows slowly furrowed.
"Wait."
He held the card up.
"Why does it say Grade 3?"
He looked back at Kozuki.
"I'm stronger than most Grade 3 sorcerers."
Kozuki shrugged.
"Every new student starts at Grade 3."
"That's the system."
He leaned his head back.
"If you want a higher rank, you'll have to earn it."
Sanjiro crossed his arms.
"How?"
Kozuki explained casually.
"You need a recommendation from a sorcerer ranked higher than you. Someone who isn't your teacher."
"Then you complete a mission assigned by the higher-ups."
His eyes flicked toward Sanjiro briefly.
"Alone."
"Though a teacher will supervise you."
"After that, your rank can increase."
Sanjiro thought about that.
"So, what about special Grade?"
His voice lowered slightly.
"Special Grade."
Sanjiro listened carefully.
Kozuki finally turned off the television.
"Special Grade sorcerers exist in a completely different category."
He spoke calmly, his fingers pointed.
"To reach that level, you need overwhelming cursed energy."
"A powerful cursed technique."
"And the ability to defeat multiple special grade curses."
He paused briefly.
"And a fully complete domain expansion."
Sanjiro nodded slowly.
Kozuki leaned back again.
"Very few people can reach that level."
His eyes closed.
"In the jujutsu world… cursed energy is everything. Those who are born with high amount of cursed energy can reach that level."
The room fell quiet again.
After a moment, Sanjiro left.
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Outside the Estate
Sanjiro walked along the stone path leading toward the front gates of the Gojo compound.
As he walked, a faint blue screen appeared in front of him.
His system panel.
........
[Name: Sanjiro Gojo
Template: Sans (Undertale)
Fusion Percentage: 70%
Unlocked Skills:
• Bone Manipulation
• Blue and Orange Bone Manipulation
• Teleportation
• Gaster Blasters
• Blue Soul Manipulation (Gravity Control)
• Telekinesis
• Sans Combat Instincts
• Extreme Speed and Reflexes
Locked Skills:
• Karma (Karmic Touch)
• Space-Time Awareness
• Domain]
........
Sanjiro looked at the percentage number.
Seventy percent.
He exhaled slowly.
"…Almost there."
The road opened into the main courtyard.
A sleek black car waited near the gates.
A butler stood beside it patiently.
When he saw Sanjiro approaching, the man bowed respectfully.
"Young Master Gojo."
Sanjiro nodded slightly.
The driver opened the door for him.
Sanjiro stepped inside the car.
The door closed quietly.
The vehicle slowly rolled forward, leaving the estate behind.
Sanjiro watched through the window as the massive Gojo compound gradually shrank in the distance.
The place where he had trained.
Where he had nearly died.
Where he had grown stronger.
"…So this is it."
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Tokyo — Jujutsu High
Inside the main building of Tokyo Jujutsu High, a quiet classroom sat beneath the morning sun.
At the front of the room sat Satoru Gojo.
His eyes were covered by a white cloth blindfold.
Across from him sat the school principal—
Masamichi Yaga.
Yaga continued sewing a small doll while speaking calmly.
"How did the mission go?"
Satoru leaned back in his chair lazily.
"Great."
He grabbed a slice of chocolate cake from the table.
"Six curse users captured."
"No problems."
Yaga nodded slowly.
"That's good."
He threaded another needle through the doll.
Then he spoke again.
"I heard your younger brother will be attending the school."
Satoru grinned.
"Yeah."
He took a bite of cake.
"It's been years since we last saw each other."
His grin widened slightly.
"I wonder how much he's grown."
He stood up suddenly.
"Speaking of which…"
He stretched lazily.
"I should go pick him up."
Satoru waved casually as he walked toward the door.
"See ya."
The door slid shut behind him.
Yaga remained seated.
He continued sewing quietly.
Then he sighed.
"I hope the younger brother…"
He muttered softly.
"…isn't as troublesome as the older one."
Outside the window, clouds drifted slowly across the sky.
What Yaga didn't realize—
Was that a storm was already on its way.