Greetings fellow readers, MasterW here.
Now, this ends what I call the preparation arc, and will start the new arc, which, by the way will include a lot of storylines from the anime and Manga it is connected to.
By the way, the omake ended up in a cliffhanger since I wanted to confirm to you guys something.
See, last time I playing with the line of what was a R18+ scene, but now, if I continue it. It will totally be a R18+ scene.
So, I wanted to ask you. Do you want me to write it?
Yes
No
Yes, but in another story
If yes, then in the main story I will include R18+ scenes as well.
Well... that's all, I guess
Without any further to do, enjoy!
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The afternoon at the Gojo Clan's main estate was usually peaceful.
As the clan that housed the Strongest Sorcerer, the Honored One himself, it carried an unshakable aura of security and tranquility. No one in the jujutsu world would dare challenge their supremacy.
Even the Zen'in Clan, who watched them with burning envy and bloodshot eyes, could do nothing but seethe in silence. Especially after Gojo Satoru had taken full control as Clan Head.
Though he often behaved in an aloof and lazy manner, Gojo Satoru took his duties seriously, in his own eccentric way.
The remaining elders, those who had survived his purge of those who opposed him, understood this well. They handled most administrative matters, content with the overwhelming net of security that Satoru's mere existence provided.
But today, the Gojo Clan's main estate was in an unusual state of frantic activity.
Servants hurried through the vast halls, cleaning every corner with meticulous care. The private room assigned to Gojo Satoru, which he rarely used since becoming a teacher at Jujutsu High, was being thoroughly cleaned and reorganized.
The kitchens prepared all of his favorite drinks, meals, and desserts in large quantities.
Even the bed-warmers assigned to him by the more traditional elders stood ready, though he had never once called for them.
The reason for all this commotion was simple:
Gojo Satoru was staying at the clan estate.
And more importantly… he was using the Clan Head's private training grounds.
That alone had put the entire clan on high alert.
The Gojo Satoru was training. Seriously training. Something he had not done with genuine effort since he had truly become the Strongest nearly a decade ago.
Servants rushed across the training grounds, replacing destroyed targets and resetting barriers.
Others stood at the ready with fresh towels, cold drinks, and medical supplies. The atmosphere was tense with anticipation.
...You could now understand why Gojo Satoru usually avoided staying at the clan grounds for long.
But now, he needed the space.
Whispers spread among the servants like wildfire.
The hottest topic, of course, was Gojo Satoru's defeat at the hands of Yoshioka Akira, a complete unknown who had shaken the very foundation of the jujutsu world.
That single loss had changed everything.
For over a decade, the jujutsu world had operated under one unshakable belief: No matter what threat appeared, Gojo Satoru would handle it.
He was the exception. The Honored One. The untouchable pinnacle.
But now, there was someone stronger.
Someone who could make the Strongest bleed.
If Gojo Satoru was the Honored One, then many had begun quietly referring to Yoshioka Akira as "The Anti-sorcerer" thanks to his technique, the man who could erase even the strongest techniques from existence.
The only saving grace was that Yoshioka Akira had proven cooperative, aligning himself with Jujutsu Headquarters and the "good side."
In the center of the devastated training grounds, Gojo Satoru sat cross-legged on the cracked earth, sweat dripping down his face and neck. All around him were marks of absolute destruction.
Deep craters scorched the ground where Hollow Purple had been tested repeatedly. Massive chunks of earth had been torn apart and levitated before being crushed by Blue. The reinforced training barriers, designed to withstand even Special Grade techniques, lay shattered in pieces. The air still hummed with residual cursed energy.
Gojo stared at his hands, his usual playful grin absent. His expression was deep in focus, almost pensive.
His mind drifted back to a conversation from a couple of nights ago.
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(Some Time Ago)
The two strongest sorcerers in the world were sitting on the tatami floor, eyes glued to the large television screen.
Gojo's face was scrunched in intense concentration, tongue slightly sticking out. Akira, on the other hand, maintained his usual passive, calm expression.
"Gaaahhh!!"
Gojo's character (Steve) was once again launched off the stage, resulting in another loss.
He had tried every S-tier character he could think of. Akira, meanwhile, had been consistently using Mii Brawler, a mid-tier character at best.
"Again!" Gojo shouted, already mashing buttons to return to the character selection screen.
Akira simply chose Mii Brawler once more without comment.
As the new match started, Gojo spoke without taking his eyes off the screen.
"By the way… I've been wondering. How did you manage it?"
"Manage what?"
"The Open Domain. I never thought it was possible. But after seeing it with my own eyes… I couldn't help but be amazed."
Akira remained focused on the game for a moment before answering.
"I used something that most sorcerers tend to underutilize."
"And that is?"
"Binding Vows."
Binding Vows....
He had known about them, of course. He knows a lot of sorcerers that used them, one of them being Nanami with his "Overtime", even Mei Mei with her "Bird Strike" in which she sacrificed the life of her crows in exchange for removing their Cursed Energy limit.
But for Gojo, he hasn't actually used a Binding Vow. Not even "Revealing One's Hand" really works with him. After all, almost everyone and their mother know what Gojo's cursed technique is. So, he doesn't actually get a significant boost from revealing his cursed technique
Still, for Akira to say it was it….
Before he could ask again, Akira continued calmly, eyes still on the screen.
"Most sorcerers do not use them to their full capacity. And when they do use them, they often misunderstand the core principle."
"Misunderstand? What's there to misunderstand?" Gojo asked, genuinely curious. "Aren't they pretty straightforward? Like… 'I get this in exchange for that.' Equivalent exchange, right? Like in Fullmetal Alchemist"
Akira remained silent for a moment as the new match loaded. Then he spoke in his usual polite, measured tone.
"In practice, they are indeed a form of equivalent exchange. But Satoru… what exactly is equivalent?"
Gojo blinked. "Huh?"
"Let me put it in simpler terms," Akira continued, his Mii Brawler already dashing across the stage. "If two people sacrifice their lives to save someone else, one who does not value his own life, and another who is completely self-centered, arrogant, and only thinks of himself, who do you believe offered the greater sacrifice?"
Gojo actually paused the game for a second, thinking.
One could argue both lives had equal worth… but looking at it from the perspective of value given up…
"The self-centered guy," he answered.
Akira nodded slightly.
"Correct. Who or what defines what is valuable? Money only has worth because people collectively agreed it does. In societies that do not use currency, it is merely decorated paper. The same principle applies to Binding Vows. How can one objectively say that what they are giving up holds true value? How can they claim it is equal to what they are receiving?"
Gojo leaned back slightly, processing the words.
"So… it all depends on the person."
"Hmm." Akira gave a small nod. "Someone who is truly self-centered, who only values themselves above all else, would benefit the most from a Binding Vow. Because the simple act of forcing themselves to give up something they genuinely care about creates much greater weight"
"So, to have a greater 'Vow' per se," Gojo said, leaning forward with a grin, "I need to be self-centered, arrogant, and selfish. Aren't I already all those things?"
Akira remained quiet for a moment as the match on screen ended with yet another victory for his Mii Brawler. The victory fanfare played softly in the background.
"Are you?" Akira asked calmly, his crimson eyes shifting from the television to Gojo. "Tell me, Satoru… do you fight because you are Gojo Satoru, or because you are Satoru Gojo?"
"Huh?" Gojo blinked, caught off guard by the question. It felt strangely profound. That question felt only familiar…..
"The reason you fight," Akira continued, his voice steady and formal. "Do you fight for yourself, because Satoru Gojo decides to fight… or because the world needs Gojo Satoru to protect them?"
A heavy silence settled over the living room, broken only by the idle music playing from the game on the television.
Gojo stared at the screen, his usual playful smirk slowly fading. The question struck deeper than he expected. For a long moment, he didn't answer.
Finally, he let out a long breath and leaned back against the cushion.
"…Let's play another game," Satoru muttered quietly.
"Hmm," Akira nodded without pressing further. He simply returned to the character selection screen, as if the conversation had never happened.
But both of them knew the words lingered in the air.
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(Present)
Gojo Satoru sat in the middle of the destroyed training field, the weight of that late-night conversation still echoing in his mind.
He had always known he was strong.
He had always carried the burden of being "the strongest" with that signature carefree smile.
It was who he was.
It was what the world expected of him.
Gojo Satoru, the Honored One, the exception to everything, the one who stood at the pinnacle.
But Akira's words had forced him to confront something he rarely allowed himself to examine.
The difference was subtle, but important.
And now… that title no longer belonged solely to him.
He had lost.
For the first time in over a decade, someone had surpassed him. Someone had made him bleed. Someone had forced him to his knees and said "Checkmate"
If he was no longer the Strongest… then who was he?
Gojo stared at his hands, flexing his fingers slowly. The Six Eyes saw everything, the flow of cursed energy in the air, the lingering remnants of his own techniques, even the microscopic cracks in the ground. But for once, his vision felt clouded.
He had always been Gojo Satoru.
The man who would shoulder the world because no one else could.
The man who laughed in the face of danger because he knew nothing could truly touch him.
The man who protected the Jujutsu World not necessarily because he loved them, but because it was simply what the Strongest was supposed to do.
But now that weight had been lifted from his shoulders
And with it came an unsettling question:
Who was he now?
If he wasn't the strongest, if he wasn't the untouchable Honored One… then what was left?
The world had changed the moment he lost to Yoshioka Akira.
The Jujutsu World, which had grown complacent under the belief that Gojo Satoru would handle everything, was now forced to face a new reality.
And so was he.
Gojo let out a long, slow breath. For a while, he simply sat there in silence, letting the wind brush across the ruined field.
Then, something shifted.
A quiet realization bloomed inside his chest.
Now that he can't be Gojo Satoru… he can finally be Satoru Gojo.
He didn't have to carry every problem the world couldn't solve on his own shoulders anymore.
He didn't have to be the infallible pillar that everyone relied on.
He didn't have to smile and laugh through every crisis because it was expected of "The Strongest" to do so
He could train his students not as a self-imposed obligation to make the jujutsu world safer, but simply because he wanted to.
Because he enjoyed watching them grow. Because he found it fun. Which he did, but now without underlined motives
He was born to be a sorcerer, but that didn't mean he had to want to be nothing more than a weapon for the world
He himself… was the most valuable thing he had in hand
In that moment of clarity, something fundamental changed inside him.
Just as he had eleven years ago, when he reached that epiphany and awakened Reverse Cursed Technique, Gojo looked up at the sky. The world, which had always been beautiful in his eyes, suddenly felt different.
Clearer.
Lighter.
"Peaceful…" Gojo muttered softly as he stood up, brushing dust from his clothes
A genuine, relaxed smile spread across his face, not the usual playful grin he showed the world, but something more real
More authentic.
He stretched his arms above his head, cracking his neck.
"Alright then," he said to himself, voice full of renewed energy. "Let's see what Satoru Gojo can really do"
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The afternoon sun bathed the newly opened Chiba Jujutsu High in a gentle, golden light.
Construction workers were still moving about, finishing the final touches on water lines and structural reinforcements, but the main campus already felt alive
"Haa…" Kawasaki Saki slumped back on the wooden bench in the courtyard, stretching her arms above her head. "What a tiring day."
Ishigami Yu didn't even look up from his portable console, fingers tapping rapidly on the buttons.
"We didn't do anything," he replied flatly.
"Yeah, but mentally it was exhausting," Saki groaned.
"Again, we didn't do much."
"I'm going to punch you."
"Shutting up!" Ishigami folded instantly, shrinking into himself.
Busujima Saeko, who had been standing quietly nearby, let out a soft chuckle as she approached. Yami had gone back to the Busujima Estate yesterday since she had nothing else to do here
"I see you two are quite close," she commented, her voice calm and composed.
"Well, I've been saving this guy's ass since our first year," Saki said with a grin, jabbing a thumb at Ishigami.
"I'm just glad to be alive right now," Ishigami muttered, eyes still glued to his game. "I heard being a jujutsu sorcerer has a mortality rate of 89%, so I'm glad to still be breathing. But who knows, maybe one day we'll meet a very powerful Grade 1 curse with actual intelligence. Then we'll have nothing to do but pray for our lives, but even then, the curse might have a sadistic streak, making it so he plays with us using—"
"He's going to be like that for a while," Saki sighed, waving a hand dismissively.
"I see," Saeko replied with a small nod, her expression unchanging.
Saki turned her gaze toward the purple-haired girl, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
"So, now that we have time… I've been meaning to ask about your condition. You really have no cursed energy at all, right?"
"Indeed," Saeko nodded. "My body contains zero cursed energy. In exchange, I possess a greatly enhanced physical body."
Saki's eyes instinctively drifted down to Saeko's impressive chest before looking at her own more modest assets.
"Yeah… very much blessed," she muttered under her breath. "Very much blessed…"
"Is something the matter?" Saeko asked innocently.
"Nothing. Forget about it." Saki quickly changed the subject. "So, how is Yoshioka-sensei like? In general, I mean."
Saeko paused, considering the question carefully. That actually made her stop
Outside of lessons, training, and his role as their teacher, she had rarely seen his personal life. He kept his private world tightly guarded. She then remembered the portrait she had once glimpsed in his living room, a beautiful woman sitting peacefully by a bonfire, the warm light illuminating her gentle smile. It had felt deeply personal. Intimate, even.
And when Saeko had asked about it once, Sensei's usual calm demeanor had subtly shifted. It was clearly a sore topic.
She had thought many times about how to approach him, but made almost no progress.
She liked him, not only because he had given her the chance to fight against those invisible curses that she didn't have a way of fighting in her lifetime, but because he had accepted a part of her that she herself had been afraid of. The part that enjoyed violence.
The part that felt truly alive when holding a blade. With simple, straightforward words and actions, he had not only recognized that darkness within her… he had helped her accept it.
And that meant more to her than she could express.
Saeko had received many suitors in the past. Young men from powerful families, all aiming for the Busujima name, wealth, and influence. Some were polite, others bold, a few even handsome. But none of them had ever truly caught her attention. They saw her as a prize, a beautiful heiress, a tool for status and connections and a good lay by the side
Yoshioka Akira was different.
Not only had he understood her on a level no one else ever had, but he was also overwhelmingly strong.
The Strongest, in fact.
That combination, someone who saw her completely and stood far above everyone else, made her want him even more. Deeply
And if she had to compete for the place by his side… she would do so without hesitation or doubt.
The only caveat was that her supposed rival, Sakurajima Mai, had also made no visible progress. At least, not that Saeko knew of. Though the way Mai had been acting lately made her wonder.
Saeko finally answered, her voice calm and measured.
"As a teacher, he is very attentive and always pushes us to improve. As a person…" She trailed off for a moment. "He is quite reserved. Polite, yes. But he keeps to himself most of the time."
"So, the cool, silent type, huh?" Saki nodded thoughtfully. "I'll keep that in mind."
"He doesn't brood, if that's what you mean" Saeko clarified. "He simply prefers his own company. Though I have seen him spend time with Gojo Satoru"
"The Honored One?" Saki perked up. "By the way, are they related? They kind of look similar with the white hair and all."
"I've heard rumors they are cousins, but I am not certain"
Before the conversation could continue, a new group approached from the main gate.
Yotsuya Miko, Niguredou Yuria, and Shindou Rom walked together, with a visibly nervous Okkotsu Yuta trailing slightly behind them.
"Senpais!" Miko greeted with a polite bow, Yuria nodding beside her.
Saeko, Saki, and Ishigami returned the greetings. Saki's eyes immediately locked onto Yuta, narrowing slightly
"Wow… your aura is something else," she commented. "It makes my skin crawl a little."
Shindou smiled gently. "He is as dangerous as a bee. Leave him alone and he will not sting"
Miko glanced around. "Where is Hana?"
"She is in the infirmary with Marikawa-sensei, organizing the medical supplies," Saeko answered.
"I'll go see her then," Miko said, already turning away.
As Miko left, Yuria looked at the group. "Where is Sensei?"
"They haven't returned yet," Saeko replied. "It has been a full day since their mission."
Yuria shrugged lightly. "Knowing Sensei, nothing could have gone wrong."
Just then, another figure approached, Takeda Mitsue, the newly appointed principal of Chiba Jujutsu High.
She greeted them with a warm but professional smile.
"Welcome back, everyone. It is tradition for the principal to greet the students after their missions, to ensure they have all returned safe and sound"
Walking just behind her was Nagino Kensuke, the teacher assigned to the second-year students. He adjusted his eyepatch with one hand, looking slightly tired but calm as always
Shindou Romm greeted the old new-prinicpal "Yo, Principal Mitsue! You're really taking this 'welcoming committee' thing seriously, huh?" Shindou laughed lightly as he caught up to her.
Mitsue glanced back at him with a slightly exasperated but fond look. "Someone has to maintain proper decorum, Romm. Especially in a brand-new school."
Shindou waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah. But come on, these kids just got back from real missions. They don't need stiff formalities. They need snacks and praise!"
"Looks like everyone made it back in one piece" Nagino said, his tone steady. "That's good to see"
Saki immediately perked up. "Nagino-sensei! How have you been?"
"Now that I actually have work, I've been kind of busy. I was asked to accompany the principal for the welcoming, of multiple higher-ups" he replied simply. He glanced at Saki and Ishigami. "How was it? Any major issues on your end?"
Saki grinned. "Nah, it went pretty smoothly. Though we did have to deal with some crazy assassin stuff"
Ishigami nodded silently, still half-focused on his game "Saeko was the real MVP though" To which Saki turned her glare towards the boy
Nagino gave a small nod of approval toward Saeko. "I expected nothing less from a Yoshioka-san's student. Still… try not to push yourselves too hard. Even if you're second-years, you're still students first"
"Yes, Sensei," Saeko replied respectfully.
Mitsue smiled softly at the exchange before continuing.
"Regardless, I'm glad to see all of you returned safely." Her gaze then shifted to the nervous-looking boy standing slightly behind Miko and Yuria. "Okkotsu Yuta, was it? Please follow me. I'll show you to your assigned dormitory and go over a few important school rules. When Yoshioka-san arrives, he will guide you through everything"
Yuta blinked, looking a bit overwhelmed, but nodded quickly. "Y-Yes, ma'am…"
Mitsue gave the rest of the group one last gentle look. "The rest of you should rest well. Tomorrow we will have a proper debriefing"
Nagino gave the group one last look, then followed Mitsue toward the main building, hands clasped behind his back
"Make sure to eat properly and get some rest," He called back without turning around. "Especially you, Ishigami. I don't want to hear you stayed up all night gaming again."
"...Yes, Sensei," Ishigami muttered, finally looking up from his console for a second.
Saki laughed quietly. "He's still the same strict Nagino-sensei even here"
"He looks more relaxed at least," Ishigami added quietly, still half-focused on his game.
Saki let out a long sigh, leaning back on the bench.
"Yeah… well, now we actually have a functioning school. More work, more missions, more responsibility. It's going to be a lot busier from now on."
Yuria tilted her head slightly, curious. "Was it that bad before?"
Saki laughed bitterly. "Bad? We didn't get a single mission for almost two months. Commission money was practically zero. Since there were almost no students — just me, Ishigami, and Nagino-sensei — most of the budget got redirected to Kyoto and Tokyo. We were basically forgotten."
She shrugged, looking up at the sky.
"The only reason I even came here was because the school was close to my hometown. But then my family moved to Fukushima, and I got stuck here. No money, no missions, just… waiting."
Yuria's eyes softened with understanding. "What about you, Ishigami?"
Ishigami finally paused his game, looking up with a tired expression.
"When my power was discovered, I was on vacation in Fukuoka. My parents still think I'm attending some fancy boarding private school. That's what Nagino-sensei told them. They send money every month, but… yeah. It wasn't exactly a lively place."
Saeko listened quietly, her expression unchanging, though a hint of sympathy flickered in her eyes.
The group fell into a brief, comfortable silence — the kind that came after long days and shared experiences.
Mitsue and Nagino continued walking toward the main building, their voices fading into the distance as they discussed future plans for the school.
Saki stretched her arms above her head again.
"Well, at least things are finally starting to move. Maybe we won't be bored to death anymore."
Yuria smiled faintly. "I think that's a good thing"
The group was still chatting casually when a new pair approached from the main gate.
Everyone turned their heads as Kageyama Shigeo walked in alongside Lala, who was cheerfully dragging him by the arm with her usual bright energy.
"Everyone~! We're back!" Lala called out happily, waving with her free hand while practically pulling a slightly embarrassed Shigeo along.
Shigeo gave a small, awkward wave. "Hello…"
"Kageyama-san! Lala-san!" Yuria greeted with a big grin. "How did your mission go?"
Saki, Ishigami and Saeko also turned, offering polite greetings.
Shigeo bowed slightly toward the second-years. "Saeko-senpai, Saki-senpai, Ishigami-senpai… good to see you all."
Saeko nodded calmly in return "Welcome back."
Lala bounced on her heels, still holding onto Shigeo's arm. "It was so exciting! There was this big cult with smiling masks and a weird green curse! Shigeo-kun was super cool though! He beat him really fast!"
Shigeo rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit shy. "It… wasn't that big of a deal. I just did what Sensei taught me to"
Saki leaned forward with interest. "Well, I would expect less from you, you are a Special Grade after all. So, how was the curse?"
"Pretty strong," Shigeo admitted quietly. "But… I managed."
Ishigami finally looked up from his game. "Did you get hurt?"
"Of course, that's the first thing you focus on" Saki commented
Shigeo shook his head. "No, I'm fine"
Lala puffed out her chest proudly. "I helped too! I made a special scanner so we could see the whole building!"
The group chuckled lightly at Lala's enthusiasm
Shigeo glanced around the courtyard, searching for a familiar figure.
"By the way… has Sensei arrived yet?"
Saeko shook her head. "Not yet. We haven't heard anything since they left"
Yuria tilted her head. "Knowing Sensei, I'm sure everything went smoothly."
Shigeo nodded, though a trace of worry lingered in his eyes. "I hope so…"
Lala squeezed his arm reassuringly. "Don't worry, Shigeo-kun! Sensei is the strongest! Nothing bad could happen to him!"
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Everyone turned to the main gate of Chiba Jujutsu High as three figures walked through, Yoshioka Akira at the center, flanked by Sakurajima Mai on his left and Zaimozuka Yoshiteru on his right.
"Yo!" Zaimozuka greeted loudly, striking a dramatic pose with one hand raised high. "The Great Zaimozuka has arrived!!"
"Hey," Mai greeted with a bright, animated smile, clearly in a good mood.
Akira gave the gathered students a small nod, his crimson eyes scanning over them calmly.
"I see you are all in good health"
The students immediately straightened up and greeted him respectfully.
"Sensei!"
"Welcome back!"
"Yoshioka-sensei!"
Saeko stepped forward first, her usual composed expression softening slightly as she looked at him.
"Sensei, how was your mission?"
Akira kept his hands in his pockets, replying in his typical polite and formal tone.
"Everything went accordingly. If you wish for the details, you may ask Sakurajima or Zaimozuka."
Saeko's gaze immediately shifted toward Mai.
Mai, for her part, wore a triumphant little smirk on her face, the kind that practically screamed 'I spent the whole day with Sensei.'
She even subtly shifted a little closer to Akira, as if marking her territory.
'Of course, nothing truly happened' Mai thought smugly 'In fact, I gained even more rivals today… But still, every victory against Cow-tits-Busujima is a victory'
Saeko narrowed her eyes slightly at Mai's obvious satisfaction, though she said nothing. The silent tension between the two girls was almost palpable.
Zaimozuka, completely oblivious to the budding rivalry, adjusted his glasses with a proud grin
"You should have seen us in battle, we dealt with a Cursed User by ourselves"
Lala clapped her hands excitedly "Wow, as expected of Zaimozuka-san"
Shigeo smiled softly, looking visibly relieved that his teacher and friends had returned safely
As the group continued chatting, Yuria stepped forward, her voice clear and respectful.
"Sensei," she said, "we managed to convince Okkotsu Yuta to come with us. He's currently with Principal Takeda, getting settled in."
Akira gave a small, approving nod, his crimson eyes softening just a fraction.
"Well done, both of you" he replied calmly. "Bringing him in peacefully was the best possible outcome."
Without another word, Akira began walking toward the main building where the Principal's office was located. The students instinctively fell into step behind him, though they kept a respectful distance.
Before he entered the building, Akira paused and turned back to the group, his voice carrying that familiar polite yet authoritative tone.
"Do not forget, you still have your normal classes tomorrow. Those of you still tied to the mundane world will need to attend your regular high schools. Do not neglect your studies simply because you now carry the burden of being sorcerers."
A collective groan rose from several students, particularly Yuria and Zaimozuka
"Ugh… seriously?" Yuria muttered. "We just got back from missions and we still have to go to normal school?"
Zaimozuka sighed dramatically "The duality of man…"
Mai, on the other hand, didn't seem bothered. If anything, a small smile played on her lips, more chances to be around Sensei during school hours, perhaps.
Shigeo still looked a little anxious but his expression carried now a little bit of determination. "I'll make sure to attend properly…"
Akira gave one final nod before continuing toward the Principal's office.
"Rest well tonight. Tomorrow will be another long day"
As his figure disappeared into the building, the students lingered in the courtyard for a moment longer, the weight of both their jujutsu duties and their ordinary student lives settling over them.
Saeko watched Akira's retreating back for a few seconds longer than the others, her expression unreadable.
She turned and began walking toward the dormitories, a quiet resolve in her steps
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In a dimly lit room hidden away from prying eyes, Toichiro Suzuki sat alone at the head of a long table. The only light came from the bulb over the table, casting long, flickering shadows across the walls. He waited patiently, fingers steepled, his three-pronged eyebrows furrowed in quiet contemplation.
The door slid open.
A man entered with a casual, almost lazy stride. He had medium-length white hair with a long fringe that partially covered a pair of cold, emotionless blue eyes. A faint smirk played on his lips as he took a seat directly across from Toichiro.
"Yo" Uzuki, better known as X, greeted casually. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
Toichiro scoffed, looking at the man with clear disdain. For Toichiro, X was just another monkey pretending to be useful.
Before he could respond, the door opened again
"Wait, why is the room so dark?" a smooth, familiar voice complained. "I can barely see anything."
Another voice chuckled from the shadows. "To give ambience, y'know? Sets the mood."
"Turn on the lights. This is ridiculous" The voice continued "We aren't Doctor Evil"
The lights suddenly flickered on, revealing the third participant.
Geto Suguru stood there in his monk robes, a warm yet unsettling smile on his face. His long black hair was tied back, and his eyes gleamed with quiet ambition.
Now fully illuminated, the room showed its true nature. Behind each leader stood their most trusted subordinate.
Behind Geto Suguru stood a youthful woman with side-swept black hair and a stitched scar running horizontally across her forehead. She carried a tray of warm tea with graceful movements, she was Geto's secretary, Manami Suda
Behind Toichiro stood, a man with long, tight curly hair, a thin mustache, and stubble. He wore an orange hanten over a black long-sleeve shirt, grey sweatpants, and bright green crocs. He held a white umbrella tightly in his hands. He was Claw's most powerful operative Serikawa Katsuya
On the side of X stood a tall, muscular young man with spiky slicked-back bluish-grey hair and striking hot pink eyes. His expression was calm, but his muscles were ready for any and all kinds of confrontation. He and his boss where obviously the weakest of the bunch, so in a direct fight, best they could do was run. He was, of course, Gaku, the most loyal follower of X
Geto took his seat with a pleasant smile
"Welcome, everyone. Thank you for coming to this little reunion," he said warmly. Manami moved around the table gracefully, placing a cup of warm tea in front of each leader
Toichiro took his cup, staring at it for a second before taking a sip
"How are your preparations going, Geto?"
"On schedule" Geto replied smoothly. "The problem, however, lies on the JAA side."
All eyes turned to X.
Uzuki leaned back in his chair "Relax. I've had a couple of setbacks, but my plan is still going strong."
Geto waved a hand dismissively, his tone light but cutting. "Don't stress too much. It's not like I expect anything impressive from a monkey like you."
Gaku's eyes narrowed dangerously behind X. At the same time, Manami's gaze sharpened as she glared back at Gaku. The tension in the room thickened instantly.
X raised a hand calmly. "It's fine, Gaku."
Geto chuckled and dismissed the tension with another wave. "Now then… about the real potential setbacks."
Everyone in the room knew exactly who they were talking about.
For X, the name Sakamoto was his own personal setback, a persistent thorn in his side.
But for Geto and Toichiro, the retired assassin was nothing more than a stronger monkey. A gorilla at best.
The true concern was much greater.
Yoshioka Akira.
And Gojo Satoru.
Toichiro spoke with quiet confidence. "I have acquired a cursed technique that should prove effective against Gojo Satoru. I believe I am ready for him."
Geto's smile didn't waver, but his eyes grew serious. "Do not underestimate Gojo Satoru"
Toichiro's lips curled slightly. "Yes… you would know a lot about him, wouldn't you?"
Geto's expression darkened for a brief moment before he let out a long sigh, choosing not to rise to the provocation
Their conversation continued after that
The Whole World had no idea how drastically it was about to change.
Thanks to the machinations of these three dangerous men
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(Thousands Of Years Ago)
After the mortifying discovery, Maki had somehow managed to convince Akira to talk inside rather than leave her dying of embarrassment on the balcony.
She quickly threw on a pink pajama set, soft, loose, and modest, before stepping into his apartment. Her heart was hammering so hard she was sure he could hear it.
This was the first time she had ever been inside a boy's apartment.
No… more than that. This was the first time she had ever been alone in a room with a boy.
Even with all her secret perversions and eroge habits, she attended an all-girls school. Her real-life interactions with the opposite sex were practically nonexistent.
She had seen his living room before, just glimpses from the hallway when they greeted each other or when their paths crossed. But seeing it from the inside felt completely different.
Especially knowing this was the same man whose name she had been moaning desperately just minutes ago… on the balcony right next to his.
Hindsight really is a bitch, she thought, face burning.
Yet despite the overwhelming embarrassment, she couldn't ignore the warm, treacherous heat still lingering low in her belly. Even though she had just climaxed, her body wanted more.
And seeing Akira, the very object of her lusty fantasies, sitting right in front of her only made that desire burn hotter.
"Here," Akira said, placing a cup of warm tea in front of her.
"T-Thank you…" Maki nodded, accepting the cup with slightly trembling hands. She blew on it gently before taking a small sip. The warm, slightly floral taste helped calm her nerves just a little. "This is… quite good"
"I appreciate the compliment," Akira replied politely as he sat down across from her, holding his own cup. "I always make sure to buy the better brands."
A heavy, awkward silence settled between them as they both drank.
Maki's mind was racing. She kept stealing glances at him, at his broad shoulders, the way his white hair fell slightly over his crimson eyes, the calm, composed aura he carried even now.
After finishing half his tea, Akira set his cup down and looked directly at her.
"So," he said, his voice calm and blunt, "to make it clear… why were you masturbating on the balcony while shouting my name?"
*BLLLRRT*
Maki nearly choked on her tea.
Her face exploded into a deep shade of crimson. She set the cup down quickly, coughing lightly as she tried to regain her composure. Her hands fidgeted nervously in her lap.
"I-I… that is…" she stammered, unable to meet his gaze. "I… I didn't think you would hear me… I thought I was being quiet…"
She trailed off, mortified. There was no excuse. No clever way to talk herself out of this. She had been caught red-handed, literally.
Akira simply waited, watching her with those deep red eyes. Patiently waiting for her response
Maki swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together unconsciously under the table as a fresh wave of heat washed through her.
"I… I've been thinking about you a lot lately," she finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "Ever since you moved in… you've been appearing in my… fantasies. I tried to keep it under control but… tonight I got carried away"
She risked a glance up at him, cheeks burning.
"I'm sorry… I know this is weird. And embarrassing. And probably creepy…"
Akira remained silent for a few seconds, simply observing her.
Then, in that same calm, formal tone, he asked
"Do you want me, Maki-san?"
The question hit her like a bolt of electricity straight to her core
Maki's breath hitched sharply at the question.
Her heart slammed against her ribcage so violently she was sure he could hear it. The warm tea in her hands suddenly felt scalding. She stared at him, wide-eyed, cheeks burning a deep, humiliated crimson.
Akira sat across from her, completely composed. His crimson eyes were steady, patient, yet there was an unmistakable intensity behind them, the same quiet intensity that had been haunting her fantasies for weeks.
"I…" Her voice cracked. She swallowed hard, thighs pressing together under the table as another shameful wave of heat flooded her body. "I… yes."
The word came out barely above a whisper, but it was honest.
"I want you, Akira-san."
She couldn't believe she had actually said it out loud. Her hands trembled slightly as she set the teacup down before she dropped it.
"I know it's weird… and sudden… and I probably look pathetic right now," she continued, voice shaky but gaining a fragile courage. "But ever since you moved in… I can't stop thinking about you. The way you look, the way you talk, how calm you always are… I keep imagining what it would feel like if you…"
She trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the sentence. Instead, she looked down at her lap, fingers twisting the fabric of her pink pajama top.
"I've never felt this way about anyone before. I've imagined sometimes boys taking advantaged of me, but those are just fantasies born from the eroges I play. But you… you're different. You made me feel… things. You made me forget most of those fantasies to focus entirely on you. And… really, really horny."
The last part slipped out before she could stop it. Maki immediately covered her face with both hands, mortified.
Akira was quiet for a few long seconds.
Then, in that same deep, formal voice, now carrying a faint trace of something darker, something heavier, he spoke.
"I see."
He stood up slowly and walked around the low table. Maki's breath caught as he stopped right in front of her. She lowered her hands just enough to peek up at him.
Akira looked down at her with those piercing crimson eyes.
"Maki-san."
"Y-Yes…?"
"If you truly want this," he said calmly, yet with undeniable authority, "Then say it clearly. No more hiding behind your fantasies"
Maki's heart was racing so fast she felt dizzy. Her body was burning. The embarrassment, the shame, the arousal, everything mixed together into an overwhelming storm.
She looked up at him, pink hair slightly disheveled, cheeks flushed, lips parted.
"I want you, Akira-san" she whispered, voice trembling with need. "I want you to touch me… to take me… please."
For the first time since she had known him, a very faint, almost predatory smile touched the corner of Akira's lips.
He reached down, gently but firmly tilting her chin up with two fingers.
"Then I won't hold back"