He wanted to laugh at the list of endless missions he had to perform and finish, not having enough hours in the day to catch a breath. Where was the comfort of being the strongest if he couldn't be free? It didn't matter anyway, it was a long-run goal to change the system, he could bare with it.

A system he couldn't put any more kids under, no matter where they came from or what family name they carried, he would mentor them in hopes of building a new generation stronger than himself. Which was fitting, because earlier that day he'd been sent by Yaga to the train station to greet the new exchange student under his charge.

He'd planned a city tour for the kid before arriving to the school, maybe even go to a few sweet shops, and a stop to an abandoned curse-infested building, just to see what the new student's technique was, maybe even a training sesh. Oh, he was already getting pumped up.

But first he had to find the teenager for all of that to happen. The train station was quiet on a dim September day. Four marked the clock, and still, Gojo couldn't seem to catch even the waft of cursed energy from his new student. None, nada, zero.