You had no idea what was going on.

The ID card you possessed seemed to be causing an uproar.

Or, more specifically, what was on your ID card was causing a stir.

"SPECIAL GRADE."

It was detailed in bold, next to the picture of you.

You knew you were a powerful sorcerer, but the amount of gossip and people talking about you seemed to be an overkill.

Surely, there were other powerful sorcerers as well, right?

“Did you hear there’s a new special-grade sorcerer?”

“There are now officially five special grades…”

“Have you seen the new special grade? They’re insane…”

“Hey, do you think they’re stronger than…”

Even the higher-ups were making a big deal out of you.

From what you had gathered from others whispering about you, there were only four current special-grade sorcerers.

The newest addition of you had shocked everyone.

You had always been a bit disconnected from Jujutsu society.

All you did was you finished missions and got paid.

So, despite being a sorcerer for a while, not many people knew of you.

Until now.

You were lost in your thoughts, tracing your thumb across the letters in your ID, almost not catching the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.

“Ah, so there you are.”

You turned to see a tall man with white hair approaching you.

His eyes were covered with a black blindfold.

“So, you’re the new special grade sorcerer.”