Sakura, Tokyo.
January 10, 2005 — the beginning of spring.
"Master... wake up, or you'll be late for school."
In a bedroom in the manor, a tall and mature maid was softly calling to the teenager sleeping on the bed.
"Hmm~~"
The young man opened his eyes with difficulty and sat up on the soft bed in a daze, looking like he hadn't fully woken up yet.
The maid paused tactfully, walked calmly to the rosewood wardrobe, and took out a brand-new school uniform with a virtuous look on her face.
Except for a few yellow buttons on the chest, the rest of the school uniform was entirely black.
At first glance, it seemed to lack any sense of design.
The maid respectfully placed the school uniform next to the boy and asked softly, "Master, do you need me to help you change into your school uniform?"
The young man came back to his senses from his daze and slowly opened his ruby eyes, flashing with a blue light invisible to the naked eye.
He didn't refuse, got out of bed, then opened his arms as usual, allowing the maid to dress him like a scarecrow.
After a while, the plain-looking uniform was on the boy's body, and the maid also brought a large mirror at this time.
Hatoyama looked casually and saw a handsome and noble young man reflected in the mirror.
The uniform, which seemed to lack aesthetic appeal, appeared quite decent and classy against his slender body and noble temperament.
Hatoyama Tsukasa's red eyes were filled with emotion, and he couldn't help but look into the mirror and talk to himself:
"It seems that this school uniform looks much better on me than I imagined."
As he spoke, he sighed inexplicably, and his handsome face showed a weariness not fitting for a sixteen-year-old.
In fact, he had a secret hidden deep in his heart: he was a time traveler.
He had choked to death after drinking a bottle of salty soda, and then, by some strange coincidence, had come into this world as a baby.
And this world was none other than the globally popular Jujutsu Kaisen.
Life here was basically the same as in his previous world, but secretly, there were dangers hidden that ordinary people were unaware of.
This danger stemmed from the overflowing negative emotions of ordinary people, which gave rise to Cursed Spirits.
The only ones who could deal with Cursed Spirits were the Jujutsu Masters of Jujutsu High School, also known as Sorcerer.
Fortunately, he had read the Jujutsu Kaisen manga and knew most of the plot that happened later — even the fact that Gojo Satoru became 0.5...
However, coming to such a dangerous world, Hatoyama Tsukasa wasn't without the ability to protect himself. Right from the beginning, he had obtained the system that time travelers were supposed to get.
Although the system was one-time use — rushing to the next battlefield after delivering benefits, like fast food being delivered across borders — the benefits it provided were generous enough.
A pair of eyes that could kill even gods, a round ball fused into his body, and the powerful abilities of a certain King of Fighters boss.
With those three abilities, plus his unique natural talents, as long as he didn't slack off, he could crush Ryōmen Sukuna in the later stages.
Oh, and there was also a virtual personal dashboard.
Inside the living room, a mature and beautiful woman looked at Hatoyama Tsukasa with reluctance. Their similar profiles confirmed that they were mother and son.
Meiling Hatoyama gently stroked her son's delicate face and said, with difficulty, "This is the first time you and Mommy are separating. I can't bear to let you go."
"Why don't you listen to Mom and avoid that private religious school? I'll use my connections to get you into a top Private High School."
"Meiling, a loving mother deosn't spoils her son. If your son wants to get into a High School, he has to work hard. How can you try to give him a backdoor?"
At that moment, the majestic man behind Meiling was displeased and immediately refuted her doting words sternly.
Hatoyama Meiling, who had been filled with reluctance, changed her expression instantly. Her black hair, which draped down to her waist, floated up unnaturally.
She turned around and kicked the majestic man down, angrily saying, "I only have one son. Do you understand the pain of carrying him for 9 months?"
"As a father, it's bad enough that you don't try to persuade me, but you even make sarcastic remarks? I can see you don't care about our son!"
"Besides, it doesn't matter if a loving mother spoils her children. Our family's wealth is enough to spoil him for ten lifetimes — or even ten thousand lifetimes."
"In order to prevent my son from suffering while studying away from home, I asked you to buy that private religious school. Did you buy it?"
Hatoyama Tsuki covered his butt and said, aggrievedly, "The old principal didn't want to sell, so I raised the price to 20 billion..."
"The old principal wouldn't come out to negotiate, so he sent a class teacher named Yaga Masamichi."
"Twenty billion wasn't enough to impress him. Why don't you add another 30 billion? The Hatoyama family lacks everything except money."
"Ah... is that not too much?"
"It's not too much. As long as my precious son can sleep well in the manor and eat and drink comfortably at school, I'll pay hundreds of billions."
Watching the scene of a husband dominated by his wife, Hatoyama felt both amused and warm inside.
He had been spoiled by his parents in his previous life — and it continued in this one.
But in order to explore a different world, he had to say goodbye. He believed that when they met again, they would be proud of him.
"Give me the suitcase. I'll leave quietly."
After taking the suitcase handed over by the maid, Hatoyama Tsukasa left the manor where he had grown up.
Suburbs.
Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School.
Accompanied by the chirping of cicadas in the forest, Hatoyama Tsukasa pulled his suitcase down a path lined with neatly arranged stone buildings, his feelings mixed.
At the same time, a burly man walked out from behind the stone gate pillar ahead.
He waved gently to Hatoyama Tsukasa, and his serious, resolute face softened with a sincere smile.
Hatoyama Tsukasa suppressed the emotions in his heart, quickened his pace, and joined the man, walking shoulder to shoulder toward the mansion nearby.
"This is the Jujutsu High School student ID card. It contains your information and Jujutsu Master level."
As they stepped over the threshold, the man handed the student ID to Hatoyama Tsukasa.
"Thank you, Mr. Yaga."
Hatoyama Tsukasa accepted it gratefully, then examined it. When he saw the word "Special" on the avatar, his indifferent red eyes widened in surprise.
If I get a special grade right after entering the school, will I be bullied by my classmates?
Fortunately, Hatoyama Tsukasa was very adaptable, so he slipped his hand into his pocket and casually asked, "Teacher Yaga, what does the word 特 on the avatar mean?"
(Note: 特 =Special, this signifies his rank as a special grade sorcerer.)
"Well..."
Yaga Masamichi crossed his arms and smiled faintly. "This represents the level of Jujutsu Masters. Their strength is ranked from four to one."
"According to what you said, my level should be grade four. Why is it special grade? Is special grade the weakest?"
Hatoyama Tsukasa feigned ignorance, playing the clueless newbie perfectly.
"No."
Yaga Masamichi shook his head and patiently explained, "Special grade is not the weakest. On the contrary, it's ranked above grade one."
"A Jujutsu Master at this level is nearly powerful enough to destroy a small country."
"Yeah?"
Hatoyama pretended to be shocked and asked curiously, "So, based on what you said, does that mean I have special-grade strength?"
Yaga Masamichi stopped and nodded solemnly. "Do you remember the monster you exorcised in the park?"
Hearing this, the memory of the park surfaced. He'd gone there with his mother, only to encounter a humanoid Cursed Spirit.
Had it not threatened his mother, he wouldn't have acted. But the Cursed Spirit had a death wish.
If memory served, that Cursed Spirit had been special grade. He didn't know if he was just that strong, but he'd exorcised it in one blow.
"I remember."
Hatoyama nodded, still playing the innocent. "Since Jujutsu Masters are ranked, are the monsters in the park also ranked?"
Yaga Masamichi looked impressed. "You guessed right. Those monsters are also divided into grades — that one was special grade."
"The reason you were promoted to special grade was that you exorcised a special grade Cursed Spirit with ease. It proves you have great potential."
"What you currently lack is only knowledge of Jujutsu, so the top management made an exception and promoted you. They don't want to bury your potential."
"To quote a genius: you were born for this."
Hatoyama Tsukasa feigned shock, smacked his lips, and took a while to "recover."
Yaga Masamichi patted his shoulder and said warmly, "Take your time. Your potential deserves the title of special grade."
The potential and qualifications of the young man in front of him were unparalleled, and his terrifying cursed power made him seem like a monster himself.
Combined with an unknown dark matter technique, he was practically the emperor of darkness.
And those mysterious, colorful, spiral-patterned eyes gave one a feeling of standing at death's door.
Compared to Gojo's Six Eyes, they might be even stronger.
If he hadn't taken Panda to the park that day and accidentally discovered Hatoyama exorcising a Cursed Spirit, this talent might have been buried.
This year's new students were all abnormal.
A rebellious imp with Six Eyes that appears once a century, a brat that could use Cursed Spirits, and a person born with the ability to reverse cursed energy.
Coaching them would be a long and arduous task.
'Ha... Yare Yare daze.'
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