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(THE STORY IS NOT MINE!!! I JUST TAKE IT FROM SYOSETSU AND TRANSLATE IT) Gojo Mamoru, a quiet yet talented sorcerer from the prestigious Gojo family, has always lived in the overwhelming shadow of his older brother—Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive. Considered only a Grade 3 by the higher-ups despite possessing power equivalent to a Special Grade, Mamoru prefers to stay out of the spotlight. But that all changes when Satoru assigns him an unusual mission: infiltrate Advanced Nurturing High School, Japan’s most elite and secretive academy, to investigate a growing number of mysterious student illnesses—believed to be caused by cursed spirits. Bound by family, loyalty, and his brother’s ridiculous methods, Mamoru must pose as an ordinary student while secretly eliminating threats, uncovering dark truths, and navigating a school where manipulation, ambition, and power games rule the day. As two worlds—one of sorcery, the other of social warfare—collide, Mamoru must protect the balance while remaining hidden in plain sight. But can a pawn in the shadows outplay kings on the board?
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: A Request from the Strongest

"What? You want me to enroll in a regular school?"

"Yup. That's the plan."

Two young men sat across from each other at a café terrace on a sunny afternoon.

One of them stood out—dressed head to toe in black, white hair sticking up wildly behind a thick blindfold.

The other, while more subdued in appearance, also wore a full black outfit. He had a handsome face that drew some glances, but otherwise, he looked like a completely ordinary young man, with black hair and dark eyes.

While the white-haired one was undeniably eccentric, both were tall, good-looking, and would've made a striking scene with coffee in hand. But instead of coffee, each of them had a towering parfait in front of them.

They chatted and munched on their parfaits, unbothered by the stares of those around them.

"A regular school, huh? If I were going to study, wouldn't a technical college make more sense?"

The term "KOSEN" usually referred to technical colleges—schools for specialized fields like engineering. But that wasn't what they were talking about.

Official name: Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

As the name suggests, it was a school where sorcerers trained. But it was more than that—it functioned as the headquarters of the Japanese Jujutsu world, handling unnatural deaths, mysterious phenomena, and, of course, curses.

To Mamoru's question, the white-haired man responded with a shrug and a grin.

"Well, if you go there, you'll catch the attention of those old, conservative geezers."

"If those fossils try to take advantage of my cute little brother, he might get so upset he ends up killing them. Tragic, really."

He laughed as if he were joking—but there was a chill hidden beneath his voice near the end.

"...Don't say things like that out in public. Even as a joke, it gives me the creeps."

"Oh, come on. I didn't raise you to be such a scaredy-cat."

This time, he spoke with an exaggerated arrogance, as if he were some noblewoman, prompting Mamoru to sigh deeply in exasperation.

"So, what's the real reason?"

"How cold. We're family, can't we enjoy some small talk first? Ooh, wanna trade your banana for my strawberry?"

"...No. And stop trying to steal while you talk."

Most people would be irritated by such antics, but Mamoru was used to them. He calmly popped the stolen strawberry into his mouth, chewed thoughtfully, then let out a slow breath.

"Alright. The stuff I said earlier is true, but there's another reason too."

"...Another reason?"

Mamoru narrowed his eyes. Knowing his brother's constant joking, he was skeptical.

Gojo Satoru continued, unfazed.

"That's right. But before we get into it, let me tell you more about the school you'll be attending."

"So it's already decided then," Mamoru said, clearly annoyed.

Satoru ignored him.

"Mamoru, have you heard of Advanced Nurturing High School?"

"Yeah. Isn't it that elite academy that claims a 100% success rate for students' future careers?"

"Exactly. A factory for future politicians, athletes, scholars—you name it. It'd be great if they trained comedians too, but no such luck."

"Let's not push it."

Every time Mamoru thought the conversation was back on track, Satoru veered wildly off course. Mamoru quietly took another spoonful of parfait for emotional support.

"Anyway, the school's special. Once you enroll, you're completely cut off from the outside world until you graduate or drop out."

"Right, I remember hearing something like that..."

"It's supposedly to protect their unique curriculum. But the catch is, even people connected to the Jujutsu world need to go through an annoying vetting process to get in."

"What happens if something goes wrong inside?"

Mamoru's tone turned serious.

As the center of curse-related operations in Japan, Jujutsu Tech had strong ties to the government and law enforcement. Normally, they were granted immediate access to any incident reports.

"Apparently, this school's considered a national treasure. It's managed by a select group within the Ministry of Education. The place is locked up tighter than you'd think."

"...So you want me to go undercover and deal with any curse-related incidents from the inside?"

"Ding-ding-ding! We have a winner! Here, have some cherries as a prize."

Satoru held out a spoonful of cherry toppings, but Mamoru pushed his hand away.

"No thanks. But are we even sure there'll be an incident? Normally, we only act after someone's been hurt. Isn't this overkill?"

"Well, that's the thing. Something has been happening. There's been a noticeable increase in students being hospitalized over the past few years—mysterious illnesses, stress, fainting spells. I snuck in once, and the place had way more cursed spirits than a school that new should have. Mostly weaklings, grade 4 and below, but still."

Cursed spirits were ranked from Grade 4 up to Special Grade. Anything below Grade 4 was basically pest-level. But even weak curses could be dangerous if ignored.

A single spirit could feed on negativity and give birth to something far worse.

"The higher-ups running the school requested help—quietly. They don't want the media involved. Since the country poured a ton of money into this place, any scandal would be a disaster."

"If that's the case, just assign a sorcerer to the school as security."

**"Can't. Jujutsu Tech is short-staffed, and no one wants to be posted somewhere that only has weak spirits for three years straight.

Worse, the old guard threw a fit when they were denied unrestricted access to the campus. So now they're sulking."**

"Wait. If Jujutsu Tech refused the job… who accepted it?"

"Me."

"...You're unbelievable. So basically, it's: 'Protect our school, but we won't let you come and go freely. Just sit there for three years.' What a joke."

Mamoru could already see the disaster forming. It was classic bureaucratic arrogance, underestimating the threat of curses.

But he also knew the truth—many senior sorcerers looked down on non-sorcerers, and vice versa. It was oil and water. They just didn't mix.

"But there's a plus side. You know my dream, right?"

"...Reforming the Japanese Jujutsu world."

"Bingo! And to do that, I need to build new channels of influence—ones that don't rely on the old fogeys."

"I get that, but… three years? Seriously?"

**"C'mon, Mamoru. You're perfect for this.

Your curse technique makes it easy to slip in and out without being noticed, and since you're from the Gojo family, you're not required to attend Jujutsu Tech like everyone else."**

Normally, sorcerers had to graduate from the technical college to be officially recognized. But the Three Great Families—Zen'in, Kamo, and Gojo—had special privileges.

"Also, it keeps the higher-ups from poking around you. Right now, they think I'm the only one worth paying attention to."

"Not surprising."

To an outsider, that might sound like self-deprecation. But Mamoru knew Satoru's power firsthand. He was the real deal.

"They think you're just some Grade 3 with a few tricks. They don't know you're already on par with a Special Grade."

Special Grade sorcerers were rare. They were living weapons.

Mamoru, however, didn't react. His expression was blank.

"Even if I am, I'm nowhere near your level."

"Well, yeah. I'm the strongest."

Normally, that kind of bragging would sound arrogant. But when Satoru said it—it was just a fact.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive, was Gojo Mamoru's older brother.

"Still, I don't want to fight you. Not unless I have no other choice. Frankly, I'm not sure I'd win."

"Same here. But I'm good at running away, so that's something."

"Not many could escape from you anyway."

**"Anyway, point is, I'd rather keep your Special Grade status a secret. No need for restrictions and paperwork unless absolutely necessary.

That way, you're free to act if anything happens to me."**

"...Wait. Are you saying you're in danger? I'd believe you more if you said a meteor was going to hit Tokyo tomorrow."

"Aw, my sweet little brother trusts me so much!"

"...How dare you say that with a straight face?"

Mamoru sighed. Anyone who knew Gojo Satoru would roll their eyes at his nonsense.

As their parfaits emptied, the clink of spoons echoed, signaling the end of the conversation.

"So. Next year, you're enrolling in Advanced Nurturing High School."

"...Yeah, yeah. I get it."

Mamoru hadn't really intended to say no anyway. But keeping up with Satoru's pace was mentally exhausting.

Finally, a moment of peace.

"Oh, by the way—entrance exam's in three days. Good luck!"

"...What?"

And with a bang, Satoru vanished.

On the table was a 10,000-yen bill and a doodled paper of his brother pointing at an address with the words: "This is it!"

"...Wait. Why is there even an exam for something like this?"

No one was there to answer.

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