In a spacious classroom, two people sat—a boy and a girl.
The two were idly playing on their gaming consoles, their good looks undeniable. The boy, in particular, stood out. He had striking silver-white hair, with a pair of sunglasses resting atop his head. His face was flawless, his features sharp and exquisite—so much so that just by standing there, he was impossible to ignore.
A closer look revealed his misty, ice-blue eyes, as deep and boundless as the sky itself. The contrast with his pale eyelashes only accentuated his near-unreal perfection.
The girl, on the other hand, had a slouched posture, a pen dangling from her lips, exuding a laid-back demeanor. Yet, even her casual attitude couldn't hide her charm. Her delicate and adorable face, coupled with the perfectly placed beauty mark under her eye, only added to her allure.
"I'm so bored… Hey, Gojo-senpai, do you have anything planned later?" the girl texted on her phone.
Meanwhile, the boy was fully engrossed in his game.
Just then, a loud bang echoed through the room. In an instant, both of them hurriedly hid their phones and gaming consoles behind their backs.
"Gojo, Shoko."
"Hi," they both responded swiftly.
"You two have ten minutes to get ready. We're going to pick up your new classmates," said a man who had a buzz cut with two shaved lines on the sides and a beard, giving him the look of someone you wouldn't want to mess with.
The identities of the three were obvious—the silver-haired boy was none other than Gojo Satoru, the future strongest sorcerer. The girl was Ieiri Shoko, and the intimidating man was their homeroom teacher, Yaga Masamichi.
"Alright…" they replied lazily, relieved that Yaga hadn't caught them slacking off.
Soon after, the three of them set out and arrived at Shinjuku Station to pick up the newcomers.
After waiting for a while, Gojo groaned impatiently. "So, sensei, which family is this guy from?"
Yaga, unfazed by Gojo's attitude, patiently explained, "He's from a non-sorcerer lineage. The higher-ups recognized his potential and allowed him to enroll a year early."
"And the other one is in the same situation. Not much is known, except that he once killed a semi-grade 1 curse."
"What?! Two people?!" Gojo exclaimed.
"What?! Defeated a semi-grade 1 curse?!" Shoko was equally shocked, though for a different reason.
Gojo was surprised that two new students were being admitted, while Shoko found it hard to believe that someone their age had already taken down a semi-grade 1 curse.
After all, while the Gojo heir could certainly accomplish such a feat, he was an exception—a once-in-several-centuries prodigy born with the Six Eyes, destined to be the strongest from the moment of his birth.
His very existence had caused a surge in the number of curses worldwide, yet the balance still tilted in humanity's favor. That alone was proof of his overwhelming power.
"So, Satoru, you're not the only genius here," Yaga stated calmly.
Despite his composed tone, even Yaga had been shocked when he first read the newcomers' files. One of them possessed Cursed Spirit Manipulation, a technique with immense potential. The other was an enigma—a boy who had slain a semi-grade 1 curse at just sixteen. Even though it was among the weaker semi-grade 1 curses, it was still a feat beyond the reach of ordinary sorcerers.
Even his prized student, Gojo, would have found it difficult at that age. Though, of course, with the Limitless technique, Gojo could never truly lose to a non-Domain-expanding curse.
"Hah, now I really want to see how strong these newbies are," Gojo said, clearly annoyed.
At that moment, Yaga's phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, he turned to Gojo and Shoko.
"Looks like one of them is here."
He shifted his gaze toward the crowd, where a tall, black-clad teenager with a ponytail emerged. The boy's striking features turned heads, with women stealing glances at him as he walked. Behind him followed a sharply dressed man in a suit, though the boy himself was focused on his phone.
"Suguru, over here," Yaga called out, drawing Gojo and Shoko's attention.
"Hold on, young man!"
Just as Geto Suguru was about to approach them, a voice called out to him. He turned, puzzled, to see the suited man addressing him.
"Hello! Do you have a moment? I'm a modeling agent," the man said enthusiastically.
"A model…?" Geto blinked, clearly caught off guard.
"You have the perfect look for it," the agent continued, eager. "Would you consider signing with us?"
"Sorry, but I'm in a hurry to meet someone," Geto replied politely, slightly flustered by the man's enthusiasm.
"Then at least take my card! Please think about it—your appearance is exactly what we're looking for," the agent pressed.
"Wow, the newbie just got here and already caught someone's eye," Shoko remarked, unimpressed.
Gojo scoffed. "That kid needs to learn how to shake these people off properly."
"Come on, let's go," Yaga said, ignoring their banter.
As they approached, Geto finally spotted them and greeted Yaga with a handshake.
The agent, noticing the group, turned—and the moment his eyes landed on Gojo Satoru, he froze.
"T-This face… That height… This guy is destined to be a star!" The agent was utterly speechless.
"Two perfect models! Two handsome young men! If I could sign both of them…" The agent's mind raced, his blood pressure spiking until he ultimately fainted on the spot.
Shoko, unfazed, introduced herself. "I'm Ieiri Shoko. Welcome to Jujutsu High."
At this close range, she immediately noticed Geto's ear piercings.
Gojo, on the other hand, took note of Geto's loose bangs from his tied-up hair.
"Geto Suguru, nice to meet you," Geto greeted them with a smile before pausing at their intense stares. "Uh… is there something on my face?"
"Hey, how did you get away with wearing those piercings at school?" Shoko suddenly asked.
"Uh…" Geto sighed, not sure how to answer.
"And what's with this guy?" Gojo frowned.
"You noticed?" Yaga interjected.
Gojo narrowed his eyes. The aura around Geto was strange—his cursed energy contained traces of countless curses.
"Hey, bangs-boy, why do you reek of cursed spirits? Are you a curse yourself?" Gojo blurted out.
Geto's eye twitched. "Are you serious? I'm obviously not a curse! And what's with that nickname?! Also, what's up with your weird sunglasses and old-man hair? Are you aging prematurely?"
The two immediately began bickering, their argument escalating as they threw insults back and forth.
Yaga sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was about to step in when his phone buzzed again.
Both Gojo and Geto paused, looking toward him.
"He's here," Yaga said with a small smile.