The news of the Special Grade recommendation spread quickly through Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Like a stone dropped into still water—
Ripples expanded across the entire school.
On the surface, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki continued their usual arguments and banter.
But privately—
Their training intensity doubled.
None of them wanted to fail the upcoming evaluation.
And none of them wanted to fall too far behind the "Special Grade" who spent most of his time sleeping in class.
Jujutsu Headquarters
Tokyo.
A secluded Japanese garden hidden within the city.
Inside a quiet tea room—
Several elderly figures sat around a low table.
They were the elders of Jujutsu Headquarters.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
"That damned Satoru Gojo…"
One elderly man slammed his teacup onto the table.
Tea splashed across the tatami.
"He recommended so many students at once."
"Is this some kind of demonstration?"
"Trying to turn the technical college into his personal army?"
Another elder snorted coldly.
"Yuji Itadori is already dangerous enough."
"He is the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna."
"And now Gojo wants to push him toward higher evaluation?"
"That's madness."
Then—
Someone mentioned another name.
"…Yagami Sora."
The room fell silent instantly.
In only a short time—
That name had already become a nightmare for the elders.
At the Juvenile Detention Center, he had annihilated a Special Grade cursed spirit.
During the Kyoto Goodwill Event, he destroyed Hanami.
At Yasohachi Bridge, he eliminated the Cursed Womb: Death Painting brothers.
Any one of those achievements would shake the jujutsu world.
But what truly frightened the elders—
Was not his power.
It was his lack of restraint.
Unlike Gojo Satoru, who at least maintained certain boundaries—
Even if he often ignored orders—
Yagami Sora felt completely detached from the rules of the jujutsu world.
No reverence.
No obedience.
No loyalty to the authority of Headquarters.
He acted according to his own logic.
Or perhaps—
According to some unknown goal.
"We cannot allow him to grow unchecked."
One elder spoke slowly.
"Right now he is still a student."
"Technically under our authority."
"But if he graduates…"
"Or completely aligns himself with Gojo…"
"Then we will lose all influence."
Someone scoffed.
"And what do you suggest?"
"Assassinate him?"
"Even Hanami was obliterated."
"How many sorcerers do you intend to sacrifice?"
"A Special Grade sorcerer is not a disposable asset."
"Each one is a strategic weapon."
"A force capable of challenging a nation."
Another elder added quietly:
"And provoking Gojo Satoru is even worse."
"If we target his student…"
"The technical college might become our funeral hall."
Then one elder smiled faintly.
"Send him away."
The others looked up.
"A Special Grade sorcerer must shoulder Special Grade responsibilities."
"There are disturbances overseas."
"A large-scale outbreak of cursed spirits in Africa."
"And problems involving exorcists in Northern Europe."
"We assign him there."
"The farther from Tokyo, the better."
"If he is constantly deployed abroad…"
"He will not interfere with Headquarters affairs."
The elder's smile became colder.
"And outside Gojo Satoru's direct supervision…"
"…we can observe him more carefully."
Several elders nodded slowly.
A silent consensus formed.
Flattery as a weapon.
Honor as a leash.
Give him the title of Special Grade—
Then exile him.
Tokyo Jujutsu High — Classroom
"Huh?"
"Africa?"
Yagami Sora nearly choked on a potato chip.
He stared at the person standing in front of him.
Kiyotaka Ijichi.
The auxiliary manager held a red-sealed document.
His hands were trembling.
Cold sweat ran down his face.
"Yes…"
"This is a direct mission order from Headquarters…"
"They received a request from local sorcerers in Africa."
"There are signs of a possible Special Grade cursed spirit."
"They cannot handle it alone."
"So considering your… ah… Special Grade strength…"
"I'm not going."
Sora answered instantly.
"Africa is hot."
"No air conditioning."
"No iced cola."
"If I get heatstroke, does that count as a work injury?"
Ijichi's face turned pale.
"H-Huh?! But this is a mandatory assignment!"
"Mandatory?"
Sora sneered.
The potato chip bag in his hand suddenly crumbled into powder.
"In this world…"
"Except for gravity…"
"No one can force me to do anything."
"Go back and tell those old fossils at Headquarters."
"If they want me to go…"
"My appearance fee is one billion yen."
"Full payment in advance."
"Not one yen less."
"ONE BILLION?!"
Ijichi almost fainted.
Sora shrugged.
"I'm a Special Grade."
"A Special Grade should have a Special Grade price."
"Besides…"
He yawned lazily.
"I'm busy."
"Busy saving the world."
"…or maybe just sleeping."
He casually crumpled the document.
Then tossed it behind him.
The paper ball followed a perfect arc—
Landing neatly in the corner trash can.
Sora nodded in satisfaction.
"Vector Manipulation — Precision Throw."
"Looks like my control improved again."
Ijichi stood frozen.
Completely speechless.
Send him away?
Not happening.
Sora already knew the future.
The true battlefield was Shibuya.
Right here in Tokyo.
If he went to Africa—
He would miss the main event.
Miss the opportunity to change the course of the story.
Sora looked out the classroom window.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the buildings of Tokyo.
Toward somewhere far away.
"The rat hiding in the school…"
"…still hasn't been caught yet."
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