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June month in the Jujutsu world...

The country had transformed into a vibrant tapestry of lush greens and shimmering raindrops. The air thick with humidity, a sure sign that the monsoon season has arrived. Villages and cities breathe in the refreshing scent of wet earth and blooming flowers, as nature awakens in a riot of colors. The famous hydrangeas had begun to bloom, painting gardens and temple grounds in hues of blue, pink, and purple. Meanwhile, in the bustling metropolis of Tokyo, the streets pulse with energy. Cafés and restaurants offer seasonal delicacies, such as sweet and tangy rain-soaked strawberries, inviting passersby to indulge in the flavours of the season. Each drop of rain, each moment shared, weaves a story of resilience and celebration, one that is uniquely Japanese—a chapter in the never-ending tale of this enchanting land.

Gojo, Itadori and Fushiguro had picked up Kugisaki from the Harajuku station and were now waiting at the Meiji-jingumae Station for another newcomer. As Kugisaki came to Harajuku, Gojo requested them to come to Harajuku as well. And they agreed. Well, Gojo was the one paying for the expenses anyway.

"Is this other student a girl? I really don't want to be the only woman around here." Kugisaki asked, looking up at the blindfolded man who wore his usual smirk.

"You'll know." He replied vaguely. He was being all secretive for no absolute reason but his own amusement. Fushiguro couldn't resist the urge to roll his eyes at his mentor's antics.

"C'mon, sensei! Tell us who it is!" Itadori tugged his mentor's arm like the overly excited child he was, eager to see who else was joining Jujutsu High beside the three of them.

Gojo's secretiveness didn't last long though as they soon saw someone emerging from the crowd. Their eyes immediately went to them and they recognised the person as the fourth first-year. Who couldn't? The Jujutsu High uniform was unique, after all.