A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

After the plane took off, Theo looked out the window at the morning view of Mumbai.

Sunlight bathed the earth, skyscrapers reflected golden light, and the coastline shimmered with a silvery sheen. But in the shadows where the light couldn't reach, an ancient cursed spirit was stirring within its womb.

He suddenly asked his companion sitting next to him, "Xia You, do you like India?"

Xia Youjie remained silent for a moment, his gaze also falling on the receding landscape outside the window:

"It's noisy, dirty, hot, chaotic, and the gap between rich and poor is widening..."

But for some reason, it always felt very real.

Like curse power, although it originates from negative emotions, the intense emotion itself is very real.

"Hmph—" Theo chuckled softly.

"What's wrong?"

This means your heart has come back to life!

You're starting to feel the raw, unfiltered warmth of the mortal world again, instead of continuing to be trapped in the logic of your "monkey theory"!

"..." Xia Youjie was slightly taken aback, but did not refute.

"You were the first friend I made here—can we call each other friends now?"

"Of course it counts. After witnessing your power, I'm even more confident in the chances of our new program succeeding." Xia You gave both of his thumbs up.

He paused for a long time before continuing:

"I don't know when it started, but many things have become boring. It's as if I'm wrapped in a transparent membrane, and I can hardly feel anything."

Eradicate the cursed spirits, create a world where only sorcerers exist...

This road is very, very long. Sometimes I feel so tired, so tired that I want to lie down and never go any further.

But I am not alone. I have many reliable family members.

If I fall, they will help me up; if I can't go on, we will support each other and move forward...

The path we've traveled has unknowingly become so long and so far, so far that even the world of sorcery can no longer contain it.

"Well then," Theo calmly continued, "perhaps it's time for you to go back to the high school and see Gojo Satoru and Iori Shoko one last time."

If you keep things bottled up inside, they will slowly ferment, swell, and turn sour.

But if everyone speaks out loud about their grievances, confusion, and even anger, and communicates openly and honestly, perhaps the problem can be solved once and for all.

Xia Youjie smiled wryly: "To be honest, a fight might break out."

"That's alright, I'll go with you. Anyway, this time we'll put an end to all the old grudges!"

No matter what happens, you're not allowed to run away anymore, okay?

"……All right."

Xia Youjie finally responded softly, his gaze falling on his outstretched palm, a past he had personally severed and now had to confront again.

"I'm at a vocational high school... and I still have some old acquaintances I can contact. Let's go back to base first; we'll do our final intensive training."

He raised his head and looked at Theo, a long-lost serious look from his student days flashing in his eyes: "After you teach me the reversal spell, we'll go."

The holidays are still a long way off, and there aren't any major missions or events planned. They... should all be at school.

Time flies like sand, slipping silently through our fingers. The seasons have already shifted from the sweltering heat of late summer to the cool breezes of Mid-Autumn Festival.

At the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Higher Specialized School, Yuta Otsukoshi, a rookie Special Grade Jujutsu user who had just returned to school after completing an intense field training exercise with his classmates, suddenly stopped and looked at the distant horizon with a puzzled expression, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What's wrong, Yuta?" Suddenly, the mutated cursed corpse—the panda—turned its head, its round body approaching, and asked curiously.

"Uh... I have a strange feeling, like something's about to happen." Yuta Otsukoshi scratched his hair, his tone uncertain.

"You're overthinking it." Zenin Maki, carrying the scabbard of her cursed sword, said without turning her head, showing no mercy.

The panda, wiggling its round body, chimed in, "You're overthinking it."

"Honey-glazed bonito flakes." Dog Curly turned around and mumbled the name of the rice ball filling in agreement.

"Huh?"

"Because Yuta, your ability to sense curse power is sometimes accurate and sometimes not." The panda stretched out its furry paw and patted his shoulder, looking like it understood.

Maki added, "Besides, with someone like Rika, who's above average, constantly around, it's inevitable that one's senses will become dulled."

"Salmon." Dog Roll nodded affirmatively.

Inside the principal's office.

Masamichi Yagami and Satoru Gojo stood side by side by the window, looking through the glass at the first-year students who had just returned from training and were chatting and laughing together downstairs.

Moth crossed her arms and looked at the white-haired man beside her: "Xia You and the others went to India before."

The incident caused quite a stir, but it is said that almost no one died, and the aftermath was handled very cleanly.

Is something really going to happen? Or is it just that I'm being overly anxious?

"Principal, I'm sorry, that's impossible."

Gojo Satoru's lips curled slightly, but his tone was not joking.

"Our understanding of the dynamics of the Indian sorcery community has always been severely lagging behind."

By the time the vague intelligence reached us, it was already outdated.

Two months have passed, enough time for him to get a lot done.

Almost the instant his words fell—

A massive, familiar, and undisguised aura of magical power crashed into the edge of the high school's barrier like a meteor falling to earth!

"This spell power... it can summon anyone at will!"

Moth's expression changed drastically; his usually serious face tensed even more.

He flung open the window, his booming voice instantly piercing the quiet campus and echoing to every corner: "Attention! Intruders! All level one and above mages on campus, assemble immediately at the circular area near the school gate!"

"How strange, Yuta's intuition actually guessed right." Maki took out her sword sheath from behind her back, her eyes sharpening.

On the circular open space in front of the school gate, a cursed spirit with a wingspan of over five meters, resembling a giant pelican, flapped its wings, creating swirling air currents, and slowly descended.

The moment it folded its wings, Xia Youjie leaped lightly off its back.

Ignoring the rapidly escalating tension around them, and the young sorcerers who were exchanging barbs but had already adopted a defensive stance.

He simply raised his hand casually and made a gesture.

The pelican-shaped cursed spirit obediently opened its huge, soft beak.

Subsequently, Miguel, Laru, Manami, Riku, and Nanako and Mimiko holding hands emerged one after another from the mouth of the cursed spirit—the scene was somewhat surreal.

"They shouldn't be related to this school, right?"

Maki squinted, her gaze sweeping over the group of faces with their diverse styles, especially the two girls who looked to be around her age, dressed in sailor uniforms and carrying cartoon backpacks.

"Salmon roe," Inujiri Tobi responded briefly to Maki's words, expressing strong denial and wariness.

"It's a cursed spirit I've never seen before." The panda tilted its huge head, curiously examining the docile (?) giant pelican.

"Wow! What a huge bird!" Yuta Otsukoshi exclaimed in surprise, then his attention was drawn to something even more conspicuous. "And there's a foreigner with his shirt off... It's already autumn, isn't he cold?"

"A master of sorcery, still hasn't changed a bit." Xia Youjie waved to the group of wary young people, his smile gentle. "Is this a welcoming ceremony?"

"Of course not!" The panda successfully took on the role of the吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to roast or criticize) for the day.