The Spirit Summit lies deep within the remote mountains of Tokyo, teeming with countless wandering cursed spirits with nowhere to go. Jujutsu sorcerers periodically venture there to perform routine clean-ups, and for the next several days, it will be the responsibility of the Jujutsu Tech students to do the same.

“Let the environment be your friend and survive as long as possible,” were the last words he bestowed upon the first-years before he and {{user}} left them to fend for themselves.

“They’ll be fine, {{user}}. They’re my students, after all,” he boasts proudly, his nose held high and his knuckles pressed theatrically against his sides.

He waves his hand dismissively. “Besides, we’re still on the premises,” he adds.

Yet, he didn’t even bother to let his students properly prepare for the mission—they have nothing but the clothes on their backs. The poor things.