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Chapter 4 - Chapter 4: Albino bastard

"He's here," Yaga said. Hearing this, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru immediately stopped their bickering.

At that moment, a figure appeared before them. The young man was dressed in a black high-collared sweatshirt, with a black-and-white fan emblem printed on his chest. His long black hair partially covered one of his eyes, and his chiseled features—paired with a high nose bridge and deep black eyes—made him stand out like the moon in the night sky, impossible to ignore. His tall and slender frame was estimated to be around 1.9 meters, even slightly taller than Gojo Satoru himself.

Despite his seemingly flawless appearance, no one stood beside him. His cold and distant aura caused people to instinctively make way for him.

"Come here, Akira!" Yaga Masamichi called out. Upon hearing his name, Akira walked toward him at a steady, unhurried pace.

As he approached, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru felt an overwhelming pressure. Even though Akira had already suppressed his nearly unfathomable cursed energy, Gojo could still sense it. That cursed energy surpassed his own and carried an eerie, cursed presence—more terrifying than any cursed spirit he had ever encountered.

Geto, on the other hand, didn't perceive the sheer magnitude of Akira's cursed energy, but the cursed spirits within him reacted instinctively to the presence of an immense and ominous power.

"Sensei," Akira greeted Yaga Masamichi, completely ignoring the two beside him.

"Hey, you cold bastard. Were you cursed or something? Don't tell me you're actually a cursed spirit," Gojo Satoru said casually, smirking.

"Yeah, you, cold guy! You've been cursed, haven't you?" Geto Suguru added, his tone far more serious.

Hearing the nickname "cold guy," Akira's mouth twitched slightly. These two idiots were already giving him a nickname the moment they met.

"You albino bastard, are your eyes just for show? It's obvious I'm human. And you—what's with that delinquent-style fringe? Your cursed energy is mixed with hundreds of cursed spirits. If anything, you look way more cursed than I do," Akira retorted mercilessly.

Although he appeared indifferent, that was only due to his Sharingan. His actual personality was far from cold—after all, in his previous life, even if he wasn't a full-blown troll, he had endured enough verbal battles to never back down. Back in school, he hadn't been talkative, but that was simply due to his mature mindset. Moreover, his striking looks had led to him being ostracized.

"What did you just call me? Albino bastard?!"

"What did you just say? Delinquent-style fringe?!"

The two instantly looked displeased.

"You Nigg—!"

And just like that, the three of them started arguing, each finding the others increasingly annoying.

"...It's over," Yaga Masamichi muttered, rubbing his forehead. He had originally hoped that Akira's arrival would help mediate the constant quarrels between the other two. According to the records, Akira was supposed to be mature and composed.

"Sigh…" Yaga exhaled heavily. Despite his frustration, he couldn't help but feel a hint of satisfaction—perhaps these three would become close friends.

"You wanna fight?" Geto Suguru asked angrily, black cursed energy mixed with numerous cursed spirits beginning to stir.

"Bring it on! I've been dying to test out the newbie's strength," Gojo Satoru said excitedly, his eyes widening in anticipation.

"Interesting," Akira smirked as his own massive cursed energy erupted, sending a wave of pressure rippling through the surroundings.

"What an unbelievable amount of cursed energy… It's even greater than Satoru's. How is this possible?" Yaga Masamichi muttered in shock. He already knew Geto's background, but Akira was an unknown variable. All he knew was that Akira had once slain a quasi-special-grade cursed spirit.

"Enough! You three first-years, cut it out and get back to school immediately!" Yaga roared.

Instantly, the three suppressed their battle intent and stood as if nothing had happened. With that, the group set off toward Jujutsu High. Gojo originally wanted to use "Blue" to carry everyone back, but Yaga firmly stopped him.

"By the way, Akira, your surname is quite unusual," Shoko Ieiri suddenly remarked.

"Yeah, and what's with that weird ping-pong-ball thing on your chest? It looks pretty strange," Gojo added.

"I told you a hundred times already, albino, that's a fan emblem. Not only is your hair prematurely aging, but is your brain deteriorating too?" Akira retorted.

"You bastard!"

"Heh," Geto chuckled lightly from the side.

"And what are you laughing at, fringe boy?" Gojo glared at him.

"What's it to you? I just thought of something funny, you freakish four-eyes," Geto replied nonchalantly.

"Hmph." Seeing that both of them had turned their teasing toward him, Gojo uncharacteristically quieted down.

With their constant bickering, the group quickly arrived at Jujutsu High.

"So this is Jujutsu High… It's really…" Akira murmured.

"Yeah, really out of the way. We're completely outside of Tokyo now, huh?" Geto remarked.

"Alright, Satoru, Shoko, take Geto and Akira to their dorms. Once you're done unpacking, meet me at the training grounds," Yaga instructed.

Gojo and Shoko led the two to the dormitories.

"By the way, Akira, where's your luggage? Even though Jujutsu High provides most necessities, you should still have some personal belongings, right?" Shoko asked, noticing his empty hands.

"Oh, I stored it away," Akira answered vaguely. Shoko was curious but chose not to press further.

Upon reaching the dormitory, Akira found the rooms to be modest but exceptionally clean—something he appreciated. He then retrieved his belongings from Kamui Space.

His room was next to Geto and Gojo, with Shoko's room on the left.

After quickly unpacking, the group made their way to the training grounds.

By the time they arrived, Yaga Masamichi was already waiting for them, along with… a stuffed animal?

Both Akira and Geto exchanged puzzled looks. A man who looked like a yakuza boss standing beside a cutesy stuffed doll—something about it just felt off.

Gojo and Shoko, however, seemed completely unfazed.

Noticing their strange expressions, Yaga's face reddened slightly.

"Ahem… This is a Cursed Corpse. I'll explain later. For now, let's get started. Since you're officially first-years at Jujutsu High, introduce yourselves—including your Cursed Techniques," Yaga said.

Akira nodded slightly. In the Naruto world, hiding one's abilities was essential, but this world was different. Here, most Jujutsu Sorcerers openly revealed their techniques, as doing so removed mental constraints and made them stronger.

"I'll go first. My name is Yaga Masamichi, Grade 1 Sorcerer. My technique is Puppet Manipulation, which allows me to create Cursed Corpses using Cursed Energy. I'm also your homeroom teacher," Yaga introduced himself.

"My turn! I'm Gojo Satoru. My technique is the Limitless Cursed Technique—it allows me to interfere with matter at an atomic level, manipulate space, defend against attacks, and even control gravity," Gojo said casually.

Akira glanced at Gojo. He had to admit—this ability was truly overpowered. And that wasn't even mentioning the Six Eyes, which granted Gojo insane cursed energy efficiency, a 360-degree cursed energy perception, and near-perfect domain control. Even now, before mastering Reversed Cursed Technique, Gojo was already terrifying.