Osaka.
Tokiya Shingen stepped out of the airport, luggage in hand, with White Wolf padding along beside him. He'd originally been wondering how he'd manage to bring it along—but as it turned out, this flight allowed pets onboard. Even though White Wolf was a bit large, its husky-like appearance and those oddly intelligent eyes made it seem harmless enough.
This mission wasn't particularly difficult—just… unusual.
Shingen hadn't come here only to deal with a curse user. The real purpose was tied to a certain family involved in the case—someone among them had awakened a cursed technique.
Technically, Kyoto Jujutsu High was closer, so they should've handled it. But while this family had a long lineage, they hadn't produced a sorcerer in generations. These days, they were just an ordinary household.
Still, long ago, their ancestors had ties to jujutsu.
According to Gojo Satoru, someone in this generation had experienced a rare, delayed awakening of a cursed technique.
With no guidance, the girl had assumed she simply had "superpowers."
(Shingen: Yeah… relatable.)
It wasn't until a recent incident that her family discovered the truth. Her grandfather, who still had some knowledge of the old family records, pieced things together—and eventually reached out to the Gojo family.
The "incident" in question?
A curse user had targeted them.
And so, Gojo had sent his dear student—Tokiya Shingen—to resolve it… and possibly recruit a new student for Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Shingen hadn't even left the airport when he spotted someone holding a sign with his name on it.
So there was a pickup arranged.
Of course there was—Gojo hadn't given him an address at all. Just a phone number and a vague "someone will handle it."
The person waiting for him was a woman in a black suit. Her looks were average, though makeup might've improved that. She stood around 170 cm tall, with a slim, professional figure.
Shingen walked up, lowering his sunglasses slightly.
"This is the Gen family, right? I'm Tokiya Shingen."
The woman bowed.
"My name is Sugihara Riko. The car is ready outside. Please follow me."
Outside, a long, luxury car was parked by the curb—clearly expensive, with a triangular emblem Shingen didn't recognize.
Sugihara opened the door. White Wolf darted in before she could react, and Shingen followed right after.
The backseat was spacious, with only two seats.
But—
Shingen froze.
Someone was already sitting there.
A girl.
She was strikingly pretty—an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, delicate brows. Her legs, partially hidden beneath a short skirt, were long and flawless. The kind of girl talent scouts would stop on the street.
She looked at Shingen—and White Wolf—with obvious curiosity.
Shingen removed his sunglasses.
"You're from the Gen family?"
The girl extended her hand.
"I'm Gen Naoto."
Shingen shook it politely.
"Tokiya Shingen. You're the one who awakened a cursed technique, right?"
Her eyes lit up.
"How did you know? Are you one of those sorcerers too?"
Shingen hadn't seen it—he'd guessed.
Her cursed energy was well-contained, likely tied to her technique.
But the real clue was simpler.
He was here for that exact reason—and she clearly wasn't staff like Sugihara. Plus, her curiosity gave her away.
The car began moving smoothly.
A divider separated the driver's seat—Sugihara sat in front.
Shingen leaned back.
"So, you've learned a bit about sorcerers now, right?"
Naoto nodded eagerly.
She'd always wondered if others like her existed—people with "powers."
Now she knew.
The jujutsu world was real.
Her family had once been part of it.
The old books her grandfather dug up had opened an entirely new world for her.
Recently, when their home was attacked, she'd used her "powers"—no, her technique—to drive away the strange entity.
"Do you have a technique too? What is it?"
"And this dog—he's not normal, right?"
"Why does he feel… different?"
Questions poured out of her like a curious child.
Shingen listened patiently, then replied:
"Most techniques are public knowledge—but it's best not to ask directly when meeting someone new."
"And mine… is related to speed."
He nodded toward White Wolf.
"This is White Wolf. It looks like a dog, but it's actually a cursed corpse—made by our principal."
He answered a few more questions casually.
From her curiosity, it was clear she had some basic understanding—but lacked deeper knowledge.
The car ride passed so smoothly Shingen barely noticed the time—until it stopped.
"We're here," Naoto said with a smile.
White Wolf jumped out first.
Shingen followed—and saw a large estate ahead, with several other vehicles parked nearby. Security, most likely.
The area was quiet, surrounded by greenery, far from the city.
At the gate, a man, a woman, and an elderly figure approached.
Naoto greeted them—they were her parents and grandfather.
The middle-aged man stepped forward with a polite smile.
"I am Gen Eiji. This is my wife, Gen Misora, and my father, Gen Masaki."
"And my daughter, Gen Naoto—you've already met."
"We've prepared tea inside. Please, come in."
Shingen bowed slightly—no exaggerated formality—and introduced himself.
Inside, the estate was vast.
The atmosphere was tense.
Men in black suits patrolled the grounds.
After passing through several courtyards, they entered a room with a tea table already prepared.
Sugihara closed the door behind them.
Only the five remained.
Eiji spoke first.
"Thank you for coming. Let me explain our situation."
Shingen took a sip of tea.
"You can just call me Shingen."
Eiji nodded.
"Our family is a branch of the Settsu Gen lineage. Only recently have we found success in business."
"As our status rose, we began hearing… things. Combined with the old records, we realized—too late—that Naoto possessed this ability."
He grew serious.
"She was attacked recently. The entity was controlled—by someone."
"Fortunately, she drove it away. That's how we discovered everything."
"We sought help… and reached your world."
He bowed slightly.
"Please eliminate the one targeting us. The Gen family will repay you generously."
Shingen remained calm.
"That's my mission."
"But I have a question."
"Why were you targeted? Money?"
The grandfather, Masaki, spoke.
"The target wasn't our wealth."
"It was a family heirloom."
"A blade—Dōjigiri Yasutsuna."
Shingen blinked.
"Isn't that in a museum?"
Masaki shook his head.
"Not that one."
"This is the jujutsu version—said to have slain the great demon Shuten-dōji."
"It has been kept here… in this estate."
Naoto chimed in:
"I used it to cut that thing—it looked like a giant ugly fish!"
Shingen processed the information.
A cursed tool.
More importantly—
Shuten-dōji.
A legendary figure.
In the jujutsu world, such myths could manifest as Imaginary Vengeful Spirits—often extremely powerful.
Some even reached special grade.
But first—
"There's something else," Shingen said.
"Being a sorcerer isn't just about having a technique. You need training."
He paused.
"Let me introduce—Tokyo Jujutsu High."
He explained the school, Gojo, and why he'd been sent.
Naoto's eyes sparkled with excitement.
A school for "powers"?
It felt like something out of fiction—yet here it was.
Shingen stood.
"You can take your time deciding."
"For now—show me where the attack happened."
Masaki led the way.
After dismissing the guards, they entered an old wooden building.
Inside—
Bookshelves. Ancient texts. Armor.
And at the center—
A long table.
On it rested a sheathed blade.
Shingen inspected the room.
Damage remained—broken shelves, shattered windows.
Residual cursed energy lingered.
He had White Wolf memorize two signatures—one belonging to Naoto, the other likely the enemy.
"Find anything?" Naoto asked.
"A little," Shingen replied.
"The enemy's not very strong—around Grade 2. A remotely controlled shikigami."
"It retreated after being injured."
Then his gaze fell on the blade.
"…This sword…"
Masaki picked it up.
"This is Dōjigiri."
Naoto added quietly:
"That thing… really was ugly."
Shingen looked at the blade.
And accepted it.