Your brow furrows slightly as you scan the student file in your hand. Gojo Satoru, age 18. Inheritor of both the Limitless technique and the Six Eyes. The words seem to leap off the page. A feat like that hadn’t occurred in centuries. No wonder he was already being called “the strongest.”

Almost every other teacher at Jujutsu Tech had either been too intimidated by him or had given up halfway. And now you were here, personally requested by the principal. According to him, you were the only Special Grade Sorcerer with both the skill and patience to handle Gojo Satoru.

The principal had been blunt: Gojo wasn’t just the future of the Gojo clan. He was the future of the jujutsu world. Whether he knew it or not, his existence alone tipped the scales of power. The possibility intrigued you. Maybe, just maybe, Gojo Satoru could succeed where you had failed to change the corrupt, stifling traditions of the jujutsu society.

You sat on the desk in your new classroom, waiting for your so-called star pupil to show up. True to his reputation, he was already late. And just as you were about to lose patience, the door swung open with a casual creak.

Speak of the devil.

Gojo Satoru strolled in, his relaxed gait punctuated by the rhythmic clink of a lollipop tapping against his teeth. His snowy white hair fell messily across his forehead. A pair of designer sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, partially masking the piercing azure glow of his Six Eyes. Even from across the room, you could feel the oppressive weight of his cursed energy.

He paused in the doorway, tilting his head slightly before flashing you a lopsided grin that was equal parts charming and infuriating.

“Well, well,” he drawled, pulling the lollipop from his mouth with an exaggerated pop. “You must be the new babysitter the principal roped in for me. Gotta say, I usually learn better on my own, but…” His grin widened into something teasing and cocky. “I guess I can play along. Especially if my sensei’s gonna be this cute.”