followed Gojo Satoru across the dim hallways of Jujutsu High, trying not to lose my mind with every step.
Every breath I took made the world feel… wrong.
Not like a dream—dreams were soft and blurry.
This was sharp, heavy, alive.
Every shadow vibrated with invisible resentment.
Every wall exhaled faint cursed energy.
Every footstep echoed like the building itself was listening.
I was in an anime world.
A dangerous one.
A world where people died violently.
And I wasn't even a sorcerer.
No cursed technique.
No domain expansion.
No jujutsu heritage.
Just a floating window that kept calling me:
[Anomaly.]
Some isekai protagonist I'd turned out to be.
Gojo walked ahead as if this was a normal Tuesday. Hands in pockets. Blindfold a little loose. The strongest sorcerer alive. A living cheat code.
"Hey," he said suddenly, without turning around.
"You're awfully quiet. Freaking out?"
I forced my throat to work.
"…Is it that obvious?"
"Nah," Gojo said, "your aura is just spasming like an old TV trying to get signal."
I froze mid-step.
"My WHAT is doing WHAT?"
He turned and poked my forehead.
My vision blinked—literally blinked, like my reality glitched for half a second, lines flickering like a broken VHS tape.
Gojo whistled.
"Whoa, you even make my Six Eyes tingle. That's a first."
"That sounds… bad."
"Oh, definitely," he said with a bright smile. "But don't worry! I don't kill weird things unless they try killing me first."
"…That's not actually reassuring."
He continued walking.
I clenched my fists.
If I was going to survive here—survive anything—I needed information. I tried opening my "status" or whatever by thinking the word STATUS.
A screen flashed.
But only for a second.
[⚠ ERROR: Your existence does not support conventional templates.]
[A custom interface is required.]
Then it vanished.
Gojo glanced back.
"Did your little ghost-screen just bug out?"
"…You can see it?"
"Not really. But I can feel it. Whatever that thing is, it's interacting with the cursed energy in the air. You're like a living error message."
"Again, not reassuring!"
"Eh. You'll get used to it."
The First Collapse
We reached the main courtyard—long wooden walkways, stone lanterns, a wide expanse of old training grounds. It looked peaceful.
But the moment we stepped outside, I felt something shift.
Like gravity tilted sideways.
Like the world forgot how to hold me.
My legs buckled.
Gojo turned instantly.
"Oh? Collapse already? Faster than I guessed."
My vision pixelated.
My skin buzzed like static.
I felt myself slipping—like I wasn't anchored properly to reality.
A red warning screen exploded in front of my eyes:
[WARNING: Host existence destabilizing.]
[Cause: Distance from Stabilizing Anchor (Gojo Satoru)]
[Severity: CRITICAL]
"What the—?!"
Gojo appeared beside me instantly, catching my shoulder before I fell.
And just like that—
Reality snapped back.
The ground, my lungs, my heartbeat—everything returned.
I gasped.
Gojo tilted his head.
"You okay?"
I was shaking too hard to answer.
The screen faded.
[Stability restored.]
"What… what was that…?"
Gojo hummed thoughtfully.
"You don't have cursed energy reserves. But your soul… it generates cursed energy endlessly. Like a broken generator that's always overheating."
"How is that a thing?!"
"It's not," Gojo said. "You're not supposed to exist. Which is exactly why I'm keeping you alive."
He grinned.
"You're fun."
"…Is that really the only reason?
"Oh, there are more. But if I list them, Principal Yaga will yell at me again."
Principal Yaga
We approached a large stone building. The wooden door creaked open before Gojo even knocked.
Inside stood Principal Yaga—tall, muscular, sunglasses covering stern eyes, lines on his face betraying age and responsibility.
He was surrounded by… dolls.
Stuffed animals. Wooden carvings. Controlled puppets.
For a moment, I forgot how terrifying he actually was.
Yaga's voice shook the room.
"Satoru. Explain."
Gojo raised a finger.
"So I found a weird creature—"
"HUMAN," I interrupted defensively.
"—weird human creature—"
"STILL HUMAN."
"—who popped out of thin air on campus and broke our barrier by existing."
Yaga slowly removed his sunglasses.
"Kid. Step forward."
My heart almost leaped out of my throat.
Gojo gave me a thumbs-up.
Traitor.
I stepped forward.
Yaga stared at me for a full ten seconds.
Then he closed his eyes.
"…Your soul is not normal."
Okay, that was a terrifying sentence to hear from a man who creates puppets out of souls.
"You are not a sorcerer," Yaga continued.
"Correct," I muttered.
"You are not a cursed spirit."
"Also correct."
"You are something in between."
Gojo added cheerfully, "A cursed anomaly!"
Yaga ignored him.
"Your existence is incomplete. You are like… a program without a folder. A curse without a death. A sorcerer without lineage."
I swallowed.
"I didn't ask to be here."
"Most people don't ask to be born," Yaga replied. "But you— you were made. Or brought. And your presence is distorting the timeline."
Gojo's head perked up.
"See? I told you he was a glitch."
Yaga frowned deeply.
"If this continues, curses will evolve unnaturally. Events may shift. Individuals may awaken early… or die early."
Gojo's smile dimmed.
Just slightly.
"And this world already has enough threats," Yaga finished.
Then—He clenched a fist and cursed energy exploded outward.
I stumbled back.
Gojo yawned.
"Yaga, if you punch the kid, I'll have to stop you, you know."
"I don't intend to hurt him," Yaga said. "But I need to test one thing."
His cursed energy rushed toward me.
Instinctively, I raised my hands.
My skin glowed.
A symbol—an impossibly intricate sigil—flared across my arms, crawling up my veins like molten metal.
A screen slammed into my vision.
[ARCHIVE ACTIVATED]
[Defensive Protocol: Soul Mirror]
And then—Yaga's cursed energy shattered against me.
Not blocked.
Not absorbed.
REFLECTED.
The shockwave blew apart a section of the floor and sent talismans flying.
Even Gojo blinked.
"…Holy shit," he whispered.
Yaga stared.
"I see," he muttered. "So that's what you are."
"What… happened…?" I gasped.
Yaga crossed his arms.
"You reflected my cursed energy. Perfectly. Instantly. Without technique, hand signs, or control."
Gojo smirked.
"He's like an anti-sorcerer. A reverse battery."
Yaga nodded.
"A cursed existence designed to counter jujutsu itself."
My heart stopped.
What?
"You mean I'm… dangerous?"
Gojo beamed.
"Extremely!"
"Gojo," Yaga snapped.
"What? Honesty is important."
Yaga sighed deeply and sat down.
"Sit," he said simply.
I didn't dare disobey.
The Truth About My Existence
"You are not human," Yaga began calmly.
My stomach twisted.
"You are not a curse."
My throat tightened.
"You are an interruption."
Gojo added, "like an ad pop-up."
"GOJO!"
Yaga continued.
"This world has rules. Life, death, cursed energy, jujutsu. When something breaks those rules, the universe reacts. That reaction can be… unpredictable."
He leaned forward.
"Tell me the truth. Do you remember dying?"
I froze.
"…Yes."
"Do you remember another world?"
"Yes."
Gojo gave a low whistle.
"Well, that answers everything."
My voice trembled.
"Am I… supposed to die again?"
Gojo's smile faded.
"No," he said quietly. "You're supposed to survive. That's why I'm here."
Yaga looked at Gojo.
"You're taking responsibility for him?"
"Yep."
"That's dangerous."
"So is living," Gojo replied casually.
Yaga sighed heavily.
"…Fine. He stays. But under one condition."
I braced myself.
"You must undergo a field test."
"What kind of test?" I asked nervously.
Yaga cracked his knuckles.
"A real battle."
Cursed Spirit Appearance
The barrier around Jujutsu High rippled violently.
Gojo's head snapped toward the courtyard.
"Oh? That's new."
Yaga stood immediately.
"A cursed spirit… just breached the outer perimeter."
"How strong?" Gojo asked.
Yaga's expression darkened.
"Special Grade."
My heart jumped into my throat.
"WHAT?! I can't fight a—"
Gojo clapped my shoulder.
"Relax. I'll protect you."
That didn't actually calm me down.
We rushed outside.
The sky had darkened unnaturally. Clouds twisted together like a writhing mass of serpents.
A giant cursed spirit emerged—towering, skeletal, its arms dragging across the ground like wet vines. Its face was a cracked Noh mask with a gaping smile.
It screeched, shaking the trees.
I stumbled back.
Gojo grinned brightly.
"Ohhh, spooky! And it came straight for him."
"What?! Why me?!"
Yaga answered sharply.
"You are a distortion. Special grades are attracted to distortions in reality."
The cursed spirit lunged—
—straight at me.
I froze.
Gojo moved—
—and then didn't.
His hand lifted lazily, but a strange ripple passed through the air.
My window flashed:
[ARCHIVE Override Detected]
[Special-grade anomaly interfering with reality.]
And then—
Gojo vanished.
The world blinked for a moment.
Like my very presence disrupted Infinity.
Gojo reappeared a few meters away, genuinely surprised.
"…Huh. That shouldn't happen."
The cursed spirit lunged again.
Straight at me——and my body reacted.
Not my mind.
Not my will.
My soul.
My skin lit up with thousands of glowing sigils.
[ARCHIVE: Adaptive Protocol Initiated]
[Analyzing Threat…]
[Classification: Special Grade]
[Recommended Response: Soul-Shear Burst]
"What the hell is Soul-Shear—"
My body moved.
My hand thrust forward—
—and a wave of pure, invisible force erupted.
Not cursed energy.
Not physical force.
Something deeper.
The cursed spirit's body collapsed inward, folding like paper pulled into a black hole.
It shrieked—silently, horribly—before dissolving into dust.
One hit.
One moment.
Gone.
The forest fell silent.
Gojo stared.
"…Okay," he whispered. "That was pretty damn cool."
Yaga muttered something under his breath.
I stood frozen, staring at my glowing hand.
"What… what did I just do…?"
Gojo smiled.
"You killed a special grade."
"I DID WHAT?!"
He clapped my back.
"Welcome to Jujutsu High!"
Aftermath
We walked back to the main building.
Correction:
Gojo walked.
I stumbled behind him, in shock.
"I killed a special grade…" I whispered again.
"A weak one," Yaga corrected. "But yes."
"That shouldn't make it better!"
Gojo beamed.
"Hey, look on the bright side. You're strong! Stronger than most sorcerers your age."
I shook my head.
"No. That wasn't skill. That wasn't training. My body did that on its own."
Gojo put his hands behind his head.
"Which means you're the fun kind of unpredictable."
"Oh God…"
"You'll be fine," Gojo added. "Probably."
We reached the main building.
Before I could speak, my window reappeared.
[ARCHIVE Update Available]
[Install new system protocol?]
[Yes / Yes]
"…Why are both options YES?"
Gojo leaned over my shoulder even though he couldn't actually see the window.
"Always pick the funniest option."
I mentally clicked Yes.
[ARCHIVE Updated]
New Feature Unlocked: Curse Assimilation]
[New Danger Level Assigned: Catastrophic]
[New Mission: Survive.]
I paled.
Gojo raised a brow.
"What does it say?"
"…Nothing good."
He grinned.
"Perfect. Training starts tomorrow."
"TRAINING?!"
Gojo tilted his head.
"Well, you don't want to die, right? Or worse—break the universe?"
My stomach twisted.
"And besides," Gojo added, "you need to meet the first-years soon."
"…Yuji? Megumi? Nobara?"
Gojo nodded.
"Yup. And let me warn you…"
He gave a small smile.
"Megumi hates suspicious things."
"And me?"
"You're the most suspicious thing on campus."
"Oh God…"
End of Chapter 2