Eight years later.
The Gojo Family's Taijutsu Instructor looked at the Gojo Ze standing before him with a smile, gladly conferring upon him the title of "Menkyo Kaiden" disciple.
He then turned to look at Gojo Satoru beside him, and his smile immediately vanished.
Gojo Satoru froze, pointing at his nose and loudly protesting his innocence.
"Hey! Jiroubou-sensei! What kind of expression is that? I at least made it into the 'Mokuroku'!"
It was fine until Gojo Jiroubou heard that, which only made him angrier.
If he hadn't considered Gojo Satoru's status as the child of the Rikugan, he would have kicked him already!
Just then, the Great Elder spoke to the two young men: "Both Young Masters have reached the age to enter Jujutsu High, and it is time for your Jujutsu Sorcerer ranking assessment!"
"However, considering your strength, the family has decided that you will proceed directly to the Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer examination. The assessment requires exorcising ten Grade 1 Cursed Spirits!"
Hearing this, both Gojo Ze and Gojo Satoru were eager to try.
Although they had exorcised many Cursed Spirits before, encounters with Grade 1 Cursed Spirits were quite rare.
And now they had to exorcise ten Grade 1 Cursed Spirits.
It seemed that although the Gojo Family treasured them, they did not intend for them to be hothouse flowers.
It is worth mentioning that although Jujutsu Sorcerers and Cursed Spirits both have classifications ranging from Grade 4 to Special Grade.
A Grade 4 Jujutsu Sorcerer is stronger than a Grade 4 Cursed Spirit, a Grade 3 Jujutsu Sorcerer is stronger than a Grade 3 Cursed Spirit, and so on.
Of course, Special Grade is not included; both Special Grade Cursed Spirits and Special Grade Sorcerers are extremely unique existences and cannot be compared.
"The family has prepared the information on twenty Grade 1 Cursed Spirits for you!"
The Great Elder handed the intelligence to Gojo Ze and Gojo Satoru, which detailed the Cursed Spirits' abilities and locations.
"Hey, Gojo Satoru, how about a bet?"
"What?"
"Let's see who can exorcise ten Cursed Spirits first and return here!"
Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up. "Sure!"
Time had passed, and he had learned to use Blue for long-distance teleportation; his speed was no longer inferior to his elder brother's.
"Wait, what's the stake?"
Gojo Satoru thought for a moment, then curled his lip... "Damn it! Die, all of you!!!"
Gojo Satoru frantically activated Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue, and the violent energy tore the countless Cursed Spirits blocking his path into shreds.
"Where are the Grade 1 Cursed Spirits? Where are the Grade 1 Cursed Spirits?"
Gojo Satoru's voice constantly echoed in the dark, gloomy sewer.
At this very moment, a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, being hunted by Gojo Satoru, was hiding in a dark corner, shivering.
What the hell is wrong with this guy!
He just inexplicably rushed into someone else's home, bombing and blasting, acting as if he wouldn't stop until he killed it quickly.
Did I owe you money?
"Found you!"
Gojo Satoru's head popped out from around the corner, giving the Cursed Spirit a sinister smile.
"Aaaahhhh..."
The Cursed Spirit screamed in terror, scrambling and crawling further down the sewer, making it unclear for a moment who the actual villain was.
"Don't think you can escape!"
Gojo Satoru used Blue's teleportation to follow.
The Cursed Spirit exerted every ounce of strength, darting around like a startled bird.
After a while, it couldn't help but look back, and its soul nearly fled its body in terror.
It saw the white-haired demon charging towards it with a wicked grin, impossible to shake off, like a shadow!
"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue!"
Boom!!!
Above ground, a foul stench suddenly permeated the busy, bustling streets of Tokyo.
Pedestrians covered their noses and mouths, walking quickly while frowning and complaining.
"It stinks so bad!"
"What's going on?"
"It seems to be the sewer!"
Bang!!!
Suddenly, a manhole cover on the street was blasted dozens of feet into the air, followed immediately by a gush of foul-smelling sewage.
In an instant, a nauseating "drizzle" began at the scene, and everyone present experienced the thrill of having "shit rain down on their heads."
Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru, the perpetrator, had long since fled the scene.
"All ten Grade 1 Cursed Spirits are dealt with! I must be faster than my brother this time!"
Gojo Satoru cranked Blue up to maximum power, and his teleportation speed was unbelievable.
When he returned to the Gojo Family's Dojo, Gojo Satoru looked around and let out a surprised monkey yell!
"Woohoo~ Brother isn't back yet! I won this time! Ah ha ha ha..."
Gojo Satoru's eyes gleamed. "Since Brother lost, the stake is... Hehehehehe!"
"Don't make that villainous laugh, Satoru!"
Suddenly, Gojo Ze's voice rang out behind him.
Gojo Satoru turned around and saw Gojo Ze leisurely holding a cup of tea, looking at him with a teasing smile.
The Great Elder beside them coughed twice. "Young Master Satoru, you lost. Young Master Ze returned half an hour ago!"
"Gak—"
The smile on Gojo Satoru's face instantly froze.
He immediately thought of their bet, and an emotion called despair surfaced in his eyes.
Akihabara.
A Cosplay Convention was being held in full swing at a certain anime exhibition hall.
Handsome men and beautiful women dressed up as their favorite anime characters, collecting photos, posing, signing autographs, drawing prizes... Just then, the crowd suddenly stirred.
"Wow! Oh my god! What a cute cat girl!"
"That face! That figure! That makeup!"
"Miss, are you interested in becoming an idol at our company?"
Gojo Satoru looked at the crowd surrounding him and forced a strained smile.
"H-hello, everyone!"
"Ooh~~~"
The crowd let out a gasp.
"M-m-m-m... A guy! That's not necessarily a problem!"
"Hiss~ Isn't this my barren, delicate wife?"
"Your whole life has been ruined by Femboys; you can't even hang out with your bros normally anymore!"
Seeing that he was a man only made the crowd more excited, and Gojo Satoru took half a step back in horror.
He shouldn't have agreed to that bet with his brother!
The cost of losing was too high—coming to a convention dressed in a cat girl cosplay!
However, thanks to his tall stature, fair complexion, and naturally white hair.
Gojo Satoru's cosplay of a white-haired maid cat girl looked exactly like she had stepped out of an anime.
Not only were a bunch of guys mesmerized, but the girls also instinctively wanted to hug him.
He was appealing to both genders.
A shy Android 18 approached him. "Hello, hello, can I take a photo with you?"
Seeing that it was a pretty girl, Gojo Satoru flashed a smile that already carried hints of "Human Oil Gojo."
"Of course!"
"Me too! Me too!"
"Alright, alright, everyone line up, one at a time!"
Gojo Satoru, dressed in the cat girl maid outfit, began to completely let loose, effortlessly striking various coy poses, focusing entirely on being provocative!
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
Not far away, Gojo Ze, hidden beneath a Decade suit, revealed a sly smile.
Gojo Satoru had no idea that his cheap older brother had secretly followed him to the convention.
Gojo Ze pulled out a magenta camera, the same model used by Xiao Ming-ge, and the corners of his mouth under the mask were harder to suppress than an AK.
"Let me record this interesting scene!"
"My foolish younger brother!"
"I'll be able to milk this blackmail material for a lifetime!"