At dusk, Tokyo—on the rooftop of a skyscraper nearly forty stories tall.
A silver-haired man in uniform, wearing an eye mask and sporting spiky hair, stood casually at the edge of the rooftop railing, in a posture that could give anyone with a fear of heights a heart attack on the spot.
He was holding a phone, seemingly in the middle of a call.
"Information about a suspected special grade, huh? Sounds like an unexpected little surprise."
"Get serious, Gojo! This case has absolutely no prior records. It's a suspected special-grade existence—we must investigate thoroughly, confirm their identity, and determine whether they're a curse user. If possible, we should try to recruit them into the jujutsu sorcerers' camp."
On the other end of the line, listening to Gojo Satoru's familiar flippant tone, Masamichi Yaga—who had just finished dealing with Mei Mei—felt his temper flare up. He spoke in a stern voice to correct him.
Since Mei Mei's commission had been issued under Jujutsu High's name, she had sent the intel to Yaga after reaching a safe area, along with a hefty bill for intelligence fees and compensation.
Yaga didn't have much of a reaction to that. After all, completely undocumented special-grade intel was extremely important. The moment he received the detailed information, he contacted Gojo Satoru, who was out on assignment, and explained the situation.
"Relax, relax. I'll head to the site myself and investigate a bit more, and I'll try to track them down."
"If I find them and confirm they're not curse users, I'll extend an invitation. If they're not interested, well—that's out of my hands."
As for what if the other party was a curse user?
Yaga didn't even ask. He could already guess how Gojo would answer.
"No need to worry. After all—I'm the strongest."
The figure standing at the edge of the building vanished in an instant. Only the turbulent fluctuations of cursed energy in the air testified that a powerful sorcerer had been here moments ago.
…
The next day, noon.
Sleeping until the sun was high in the sky, An Xora finally yawned his way out of bed, attended by Seele.
Nothing happened after they returned last night, of course. An Xora wasn't that impatient—he wasn't about to jump Seele on his first day after transmigrating.
At the very least, he needed some time to adjust. So last night, he'd simply held Seele's soft, fragrant body as a pillow and slept.
And from the experience? Extremely comfortable. Sleeping while hugging a beautiful girl really was good for one's physical and mental health—those netizens from his previous life hadn't been lying.
After washing up and eating the breakfast—no, lunch—that Seele had prepared, An Xora sat on a chair in a daze while Seele cleaned the dishes.
He was thinking about something very important.
Money.
Even though he'd transmigrated into Jujutsu Kaisen, daily necessities still cost money. His identity in this world was that of a high-school dropout working in an online profession. The income was just barely enough to support himself, and savings were basically nonexistent.
He had no intention of continuing that line of work—it didn't pay much anyway.
Sure, there were the classic transmigrator money-making routes, like writing light novels, but An Xora had no intention of doing that either.
After all, he was supposed to be living off others. Since when did someone living off others need to earn their own money? Wouldn't that defeat the entire purpose of freeloading?
Maybe he could consider income streams available to jujutsu sorcerers instead—after all, Seele's strength was more than sufficient.
"Seele, I don't plan on working hard anymore. How about you earn money to support me?"
"Eh? Big Brother An Xora doesn't want to work anymore?"
Hearing this, Seele looked over from the kitchen, then smiled and nodded.
"Okay. Seele will work hard and earn money to support Big Brother An Xora."
"That won't be enough. I have standards when it comes to quality of life. Eating and drinking, upgrading my computer from time to time, getting a better graphics card, games, light novels, merch—those all cost quite a bit. It'd be best if we could move into a bigger place too. Add it all up, and you'll need to earn a lot of money."
"Mm. Then Seele will definitely work very hard to earn lots and lots of money. I'll buy Big Brother An Xora a new computer, move into a new house, and buy other things Big Brother An Xora likes. I'll also cook for Big Brother An Xora, clean the house, and stay by Big Brother An Xora's side."
"Exactly. But don't worry, Seele—I'll definitely manifest other clones later to work hard together. I won't make you support me all by yourself."
With Seele's response, An Xora completely relaxed.
Jujutsu sorcerers—or rather, powerful jujutsu sorcerers—had plenty of ways to make money, legal or otherwise. With Seele's strength, earning money in this world wouldn't be a problem at all.
All he needed to do was sit back, wait for Seele to earn money for him, and then spend it to enjoy life.
"Ding! Detected that the Host is lying flat. Reward: 50 points."
The system notification rang in his ears.
Yes—lying flat and being supported by someone else also earned points. After all, that was a classic form of freeloading, and it even granted continuous point income.
That said, the interval was quite long. An Xora had heard it once yesterday, and this was the second time now—so it seemed to trigger at most once per day.
Just then, Seele suddenly came over to An Xora's side.
"Big Brother An Xora, someone is here."
As she spoke, Seele turned her gaze toward the window.
Across the street, a silver-haired, spiky-haired man wearing an eye mask was waving at the two of them.
Noticing their attention, Gojo Satoru immediately flashed what he believed to be a serious and handsome smile.
"Yo, you two. Good afternoon."
"Care to invite me in? Or… would you rather come out and chat?"
…
It had to be said—living in the suburbs did have its advantages.
Especially in the apartment An Xora and Seele were staying in now. It was hard to find even a few living people within several kilometers. If they wanted to do something inconvenient to be seen, there was no need to hide it.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Gojo Satoru. I'm a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, and also a special-grade jujutsu sorcerer."
"Oh, and by the way—if you two aren't familiar with the jujutsu world, you can think of special-grade sorcerers as the strongest ones. And I just so happen to be the strongest among them."
On the rooftop of the abandoned building at the construction site the two had cleared of cursed spirits the night before, Gojo gave a brief self-introduction.
"How did you find us?"
An Xora didn't comment on Gojo's introduction. After all, he already knew plenty about him from his previous life. Gojo's unusually low-key introduction was exactly what An Xora had expected.
What surprised him more was how quickly the jujutsu world had discovered his and Seele's existence.
An Xora hadn't tried to hide anything, but still—this had been their first move just last night, and by noon the next day someone was already knocking on their door. The efficiency seemed a little too high.
He'd expected it would take at least a few more days before the jujutsu world reacted.