Chapter 150 — Three New Students
Tokyo Jujutsu High — Principal's Office.
A middle-aged man with messy white hair lounged in the principal's chair, phone pressed to his ear.
"Hey, interested in coming back for a visit? Apparently, some aliens just arrived on Earth.
Their power is similar to jujutsu sorcerers."
"Aliens? Are you messing with me?"
The voice on the other end was startled. Aliens showing up was a bit much, even for their world.
"No joke. They call themselves the Simurians, or something like that. According to them, they're refugees—
wanting to settle on Earth and coexist with humans.
"And because their abilities resemble jujutsu techniques, the matter's been dumped on the jujutsu world to handle."
A long silence followed. Then the man on the phone spoke, voice low and firm:
"Aliens or not, I don't care. As long as they don't cause trouble for my daughter."
"Relax. If something happens to her on my turf, I might as well quit jujutsu."
With that, Gojo Satoru hung up, leaning back in his chair, deep in thought.
Not long ago, the Simurians had sent envoys to negotiate with him—
hoping Earth would accept their fifty-thousand refugees.
Fifty thousand.
Not a massive number… but far from small.
The real problem? Every one of them possessed power equivalent to a sorcerer.
Even ignoring individual strength, their sheer numbers dwarfed the entire jujutsu population.
And they had arrived in a spaceship—meaning their technology was advanced enough to cross the stars.
Naturally, world governments had tossed the entire situation into the lap of the jujutsu community:
Investigate their true intentions.
If they merely want a safe home and peaceful coexistence, then fine—maybe humanity could even benefit from alien tech.
"Ugh… what a pain."
Gojo clicked his tongue, irritation written across his face.
"Well, whatever. We'll handle it the way they suggested."
Since he couldn't think of a better plan, he decided to agree:
The aliens would send one representative to enroll at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Earth would observe them—
their behavior, nature, abilities, everything—
and determine whether they posed a threat.
"This year's going to be lively."
Gojo smirked.
"If I remember right, that punk Okkotsu's kid is old enough to enroll now.
In that case… guess my own brat can start this year too."
Thinking of his son—
that perfectly talented brat who inherited both the Limitless and Six Eyes yet walked around with a permanent cold expression—
Gojo couldn't help but grin.
It was time to teach that kid a universal truth:
There's always someone stronger.
With three children of Special Grade sorcerers entering school this year, plus an alien transfer student, Tokyo Jujutsu High hadn't seen a freshman class this stacked since the Shinjuku Incident.
"Let's just hope they're not here to start a war."
Gojo murmured, gazing through the office window toward the massive spaceship floating thirty thousand meters above Earth—
its hull concealed beneath a shimmering barrier of light.
This alien arrival had been designated a Special Grade incident—
the first of its level since Sukuna's fall eighteen years ago.
The modern jujutsu world was stronger than it had ever been, surpassing even its ancient peak.
It had even broken the long-standing rule that two Six Eyes wielders with Limitless could not coexist in the same era.
But even so—
The entire jujutsu world combined still had fewer than a thousand sorcerers.
And the Simurian refugees numbered fifty thousand.
Almost all of them possessed abilities comparable to sorcerers.
For all anyone knew, they might have dozens—maybe hundreds—of beings on par with a Special Grade sorcerer…
or even on par with Sukuna himself.
Jujutsu society had always followed one rule:
Whenever sorcerers grow stronger, so do their enemies.
Just as Gojo's existence once shattered the balance, causing a terrifying surge in curses—
and even resurrecting ancient monsters like Sukuna and Kenjaku—
Now, with two Limitless + Six Eyes sorcerers, and several overwhelmingly powerful new-generation sorcerers…
The world was overdue for a disaster.
Which made the aliens all the more concerning.
"…Whatever. No point thinking too much."
If the sky fell, he wasn't the only one who'd have to hold it up.
And worst case, they could always drag that guy back into service.
Saving the world wasn't optional, after all.
The thought brought a small smile to his lips.
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The Next Day — Tokyo Jujutsu High Training Field
Fushiguro Megumi arrived with Zen'in Kaon in tow.
"Fushiguro! Over here!"
Itadori Yuji waved excitedly.
Two boys—both around fifteen—stood beside him.
"Kaon, this is your homeroom teacher for the next few years," Megumi introduced.
"Itadori Yuji."
"Ohhh, so you're Zen'in-sensei's daughter? Pleasure to meet you! I'm Itadori Yuji, your teacher."
Yuji stuck out his hand, smiling warmly.
"Nice to meet you, Itadori-sensei! I'm Zen'in Kaon!"
Kaon shook his hand enthusiastically, eyes darting around the campus in excitement—
completely ignoring the mention of her father's fame.
Right now, all she cared about was finally becoming a real sorcerer.
"Yuji, I'll leave things to you. I've got a mission."
Megumi waved goodbye.
"No problem. I've got this."
Yuji knew exactly what Megumi was busy with—
investigating the alien arrival, now classified as a Special Grade threat.
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"Alright, you three," Yuji said with a nostalgic smile,
"you're going to be each other's closest partners from today on. Introduce yourselves."
"Gojo Kamui."
The white-haired boy kept his hands in his pockets, expression blank, starry eyes unreadable.
"I'm Okkotsu Kaguya. I'm fifteen. Nice to meet you all!"
"And I'm Zen'in Kaon. Please take care of me!"
Kaon greeted them cheerfully while subtly sizing them up.
Both boys looked slightly younger than her—
but neither gave off the feeling of someone weak.
Her dad was right.
Here, everyone could be stronger than she expected.
Even these two younger sorcerers made her feel pressure.
Looks like this new life is going to be very exciting.
"Good. I hope you'll get along. I'll show you your dorms next.
After that, feel free to explore the campus.
"Tomorrow morning at eight, meet here again.
I'll give you your first mission."
Yuji led them away, unable to hide his admiration.
This year's freshmen were unbelievable.
At this rate, in a few years, the jujutsu world would gain at least three more Special Grades.
And once the jujutsu world grows stronger—
cursemaster crimes fall, curse deaths fall…
Ever since the Shinjuku Incident,
the jujutsu world had been on a remarkably smooth road forward.