DING DING DING DING
That nuisance of an alarm clock repeated it's irritating screech until it was quickly silenced by the young man's fist. The morning was greeted with the sound of a stray cat fight occurring outside, and the noisy neighbor hushing them both down. Akumu Saigo was an ordinary boy who lived an ordinary life in his country of Japan. His routine followed:
Wake up, shower, eat breakfast, and go to school.
This was a routine he followed strictly without fail and he intended to diligently. Every day before he leaves, he made sure to pray to his parents
As he peddled on his bike, he turned his head to gaze at the great landmark that is now a natural occurrence to him and many people. The New Tokyo Jujutsu High represents the power of this country and its people. A place where the sorcerers of the country are trained to fight both curses and people alike who may misuse that power for evil. And the place where his father once taught.
Once upon a time, Akumu had great dreams of going to that school and becoming a powerful sorcerer that could protect his people from invaders. But after that terrible night 7 years ago he completely lost the courage to fight again.
Not long after arriving at hsi ordinary school, he was greeted with a harsh pat on the back by his best and only friend, Misoto Dojima.
"Still as gloomy as ever Akumu."
"That doesn't stop me from coming to this dreadful excuse of a school, sadly."
As they headed inside, they both noticed that their fellow students seemed to have completely stopped talking in their presence. Not in the way as if they were scared of them, nor were they showing respect. Rather it was from sheer disgust.
The two boys both came from a line of new-gen sorcerers, so seeing them in a normal school made them outcasts of both societies. As the origin of cursed energy, Japan possessed some of the strongest, as well as most sorcerers. However other nations were catching up, so all decent humans capable of cursed energy were expected to become sorcerers too. But the ones that didn't meet up to the standard, were tossed aside, and looked down upon as they weren't able to fulfil their obligation.
Akumu and Misoto happened to be such people.
1 month ago, they had both failed the entrance exam, and so they were thrown into an ordinary high school.
While this nightmare brought Akumu down, Misoto's determination to do better only burned stronger. Not long after, one of the students finally spoke up.
"It's the
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU LITTLE-",
Misoto was about to lash out at the girl, but Akumu quickly cut him off, and dragged him away while grabbing him by one arm.
The first bell started to ring, signifying the start of morning lessons. Unfortunately, Akumu and Misoto were in separate classes,
"I'll see you soon?", Akumu asked.
"Yeah.."
It seemed that he was still very bitter about it. Ken never wanted to be born weak, although he trained more than anyone else, he simply lacked the talent for Jujutsu. Unlike his older brother at least.
**
Class was still boring, even 100 years later. Despite the advances in technology, somethings just refused to change, with education being one of them. The teacher stood at the front next to a chalkboard, while a dozen students sat behind desks in front of him either, taking notes, listening diligently, or even sleeping much like Akumu was about to do.
This morning was a history lesson.
"100 years ago a great battle took place over the territory once known as Shinjuku, to decide the fate of humanity. Thankfully, the Sorcerers of that time managed to defeat an evil deity known as Sukuna, who planned to turn the great Deity Tengen into a creature capable of destroying humanity. Even though they had sacrificed alot to win, they were rewarded in the end as Tengen had been transformed into a remarkable being, capable of supplying cursed energy to all of Japan, and even the world."
The rambling of the teacher was eventually drowned by the drowsiness of Akumu who slowly fell asleep. However it was when he rested his head against the window, he then he noticed a peculiar man standing outside his school gates.
He wore a discrete yet simple outfit. A long black trench coat covered his body and a pair of shaded sunglasses rested across his eyes, but what was eye-catching about him was the line of stitching that rested across his forehead.
In that short moment, the two had made eye contact, however Akumu just looked away awkwardly.
'He didn't just look at me did he?'
Shaking his head, he immediately tried to drift back to sleep, but then a voice shouted at him from across the classroom.
"What the hell are you doing?"
The whole classroom quickly erupted into laughter, while some chose to insult him right there and then. Akumu was bullied and looked down upon as a failure of the school as he was meant to be attending Tokyo Jujutsu tech, however after being discovered to possess below-average cursed energy reserves and no cursed technique of his own, he was rejected admission for simply not having any future potential or prospects in sorcery.
Among the cheerful laughter and insults that the boy received, an ear piercing scream echoed through the school.