The classroom was quiet in the way only old schools could manage.
Chalk scratched against the blackboard as Masamichi Yaga wrote out equations, symbols lining up with merciless precision.
Mathematics.
Emiya stared at the board.
…I really have to deal with this too?
He leaned back slightly in his chair, eyes half-lidded, grumbling inwardly.
Not only do I have to survive curses, but I also have to be good at academics? This world is hostile in very specific ways.
Yaga turned around.
"Jujutsu sorcerers are not exempt from academics," he said flatly. "Poor academic performance means an underdeveloped brain."
Shoko blinked slowly, chin resting on her hand.
"…I heal people," she muttered. "Why do I need math?"
Yaga ignored her completely.
"Who's going to answer the next question?" he asked.
Gojo already had his hand raised.
"Yes?" Yaga said.
Gojo answered instantly.
"Correct."
Another question.
Another answer.
Perfect.
Emiya glanced sideways.
Of course he's good at this too.
Then—
"Hyodo," Yaga said.
Emiya stiffened.
"…Yes?"
"Answer the question."
He looked back at the board.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Numbers swam meaninglessly. His brain refused to cooperate.
"I—" He stopped.
Gojo leaned over, grinning. "Ohhh, so you have an underdeveloped brain."
Emiya shot him a look. "Shut up."
Gojo continued cheerfully.
"I can shut up," he said with a grin, "but you can't. You still have to answer the question."
Yaga's voice cut in sharply. "Silence."
Gojo leaned back in his chair, still smiling.
Emiya swallowed and shook his head. "I… don't know, sir."
Yaga stared at him for a moment, then nodded once.
"Sit down."
Emiya did, ears burning slightly.How embarrassing ಥ╭╮ಥ.
Shoko glanced at him.
Yeah, her look seemed to say. We're the normal ones stuck with freaks.
Probably.
"Who needs math anyway," Emiya muttered under his breath.
Yaga turned back to the board.
Emiya sighed internally.
They really don't show this part in the anime.
He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.
Second life.
Same academic suffering.
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The chalk tapped once against the board.
"Class dismissed."
Chairs shifted. The tension loosened—just slightly.
Before anyone could stand, Masamichi Yaga spoke again.
"Wait."
That stopped them.
He turned to face the room, arms crossed.
"Your official jujutsu rankings have been processed."
Everyone straightened.
Yaga ignored him and continued.
"Suguru Geto—Grade One."
Geto's eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Then a smile formed at the corner of his lips.
"…Understood."
Gojo clicked his tongue, hands laced behind his head.
"So that makes you the strongest," he said lightly, a grin spreading across his face.
"Of course—after me."
Yaga moved on.
"Hyodo Emiya—Grade Two."
Emiya blinked.
Grade Two?
Yeah. Makes sense.
They'd only seen Barbarians.
He didn't say anything—just let out a slow breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
Gojo leaned over with a grin.
"Only Second Grade and can't do basic math," he whispered loudly enough to be annoying."Incredibly average."
"Shut up," Emiya muttered.
"And Shoko Ieiri—Grade Two."
Shoko raised an eyebrow. "Huh. Guess stabbing curses works."
Yaga's gaze swept across them.
"These rankings are provisional," he said. "They reflect your current threat-handling ability—not your potential."
Before the thought could settle—
"Hey," a voice chimed in, far too cheerful.
Satoru Gojo raised a hand again, already smiling.
Yaga sighed. "…What."
Gojo grinned wider. "You didn't say mine."
The room went quiet.
Everybody rolled their eyes. A collective thought passed through the room.
"Why is he so annoying"
Yaga didn't turn around.
"…There's no need to," he said flatly.
Gojo tilted his head. "C'mon. Say it."
Silence.
Then Yaga spoke, veins visible on his forehead.
"Special Grade."
Gojo clasped his hands behind his head, beaming. "Nothing to boast about."
Everyone's eyes twitched.
Yaga cleared his throat.
"One more thing."
Just as everyone started to relax, the room snapped back to attention.
"Today," he continued, "you'll be performing curse exorcisms in the real world."
That got a reaction.
Emiya straightened slightly.
Real world.
Not training grounds. Not simulations. Actual civilians. Actual consequences.
Gojo's eyes lit up immediately. "Oh? Finally."
Yaga ignored him.
"Teams have already been decided."
He turned slightly.
"Satoru Gojo. Suguru Geto. You're together."
Gojo grinned and slung an arm over Geto's shoulder. "Hear that? Dream team."
Geto sighed. "Please don't cause unnecessary problems."
"No promises."
Yaga continued without pause.
"Shoko Ieiri. Hyodo Emiya. You're the second team."
Emiya blinked.
…Us?
He glanced sideways.
Shoko looked at him, then away, unimpressed.
Emiya(●__●)
Yaga's gaze hardened.
"This is not a test," he said. "This is field work. Observe, adapt, and survive. Your grades won't protect you out there."
Silence followed.
Then Gojo cracked his knuckles. "So where are we going?"
Yaga turned toward the door.
"You'll receive details on the way."
He paused, then added—
"And remember."
The room felt heavier.
"A dead sorcerer doesn't get a second evaluation."
Emiya swallowed.
Yeah.
This world really didn't waste time.
"Class dismissed"