Power Backs Words

In the room where the candles trembled, a sudden surge of spiritual pressure cracked the wooden floor, but it was quickly contained to prevent further damage. Hisagi, who was holding his sword, unsheathed it, and the blade immediately ignited. This time, he didn't release his Shikai; instead, it was the fire demon's mark that granted him the ability to control flames.

As Hisagi's spiritual energy exploded, so did the flames, but they quickly concentrated along the edge of the blade. To everyone's eyes, the sword's blade radiated a deep killing intent, giving the impression that this simple weapon had claimed the lives of thousands.

This could be considered Hisagi's curse, something unrelated to his spiritual energy but granting him a distinct advantage.

"What is this?" Manabu stared at Hisagi in surprise. "That sword is beautiful!"

"A sword infused with cursed energy? That's not something ordinary people can do, or rather, most would never be able to... But these flames are not the ones I felt before; they are much stronger and more intense... His lineage must be special, and whoever trained him even more so." Gojo Satoru dusted off some grit, clearly impressed by Hisagi's abilities, which would be highly beneficial to this school and era of sorcerers.

Director Yaga Masamichi now understood why Hisagi spoke with such arrogance. It was because he had the ability to back it up. Being a master of Jujutsu also depends on talent and bloodline, and clearly, Hisagi possessed both.

"You're young and energetic, but it's not all about strength. Once you're out there, you need to think about who you are and what drives you." The director no longer distanced himself from Hisagi. At this point, powerful Jujutsu sorcerers were scarce, and with Hisagi's talent and power, he had no choice but to accept him.

If he had been someone without abilities and only full of boasts, the director wouldn't have hesitated to cast him aside. But now that he could see Hisagi's character and strength, he knew that Hisagi could go very far in the future. If this was truly the path he wanted to walk, he could become one of the strongest special-grade sorcerers in no time.

Although the possibility of surpassing Gojo Satoru was slim, it wasn't out of the question. Time would tell as his talents unfolded.

"I understand..." Hisagi nodded and looked slightly more serious. "What I said earlier might have been exaggerated, but I've already fought incredibly powerful cursed spirits. Ever since I can remember, I've battled against the darkness of this world and never backed down."

Hisagi knew there were beings more powerful than special-grade cursed spirits. He had already encountered an intermediate hollow that shouldn't even exist in this world, so things were not as simple as they seemed.

"I can sense your strength and courage. I suppose you had a good teacher. Director Yaga Masamichi glanced at Gojo Satoru and said, "Satoru, take them to the dorms and make sure they are placed in the appropriate grades."

"They've qualified. Welcome to Jujutsu High." Director Yaga Masamichi smiled at last.

Manabu looked at Hisagi—they had been admitted!

Hisagi had already sheathed his sword, which returned to its form as a cane once sealed. He was happy to be accepted and to have proven that he wasn't just any ordinary student. After glancing at Manabu, he pointed at something below his waist.

Manabu looked down and saw a fist flying toward him, hitting him directly in the stomach.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to deactivate the technique." Yaga Masamichi raised his hands as the puppet smiled mischievously.

Afterward, Gojo Satoru took Hisagi and Manabu to the dorms. On the way, Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "Congratulations; you're officially part of Jujutsu High now. From here on out, you're classmates, so I hope you get along well."

"Thank you, Sensei Gojo!" Hisagi wanted to express his gratitude, not just for being invited to the school but also for being recognized as a special-grade sorcerer.

"This is your ID," Gojo said. "As for you," he looked at Manabu, "you'll still need to go through a long training process before joining the assisted classes."

Manabu felt rejected. He wanted to attend classes with Hisagi, whom he now admired as a potential rival. "Understood, Sensei Gojo. I'll keep that in mind."

As the fifteen-year-old student left, Hisagi was taken to the dormitory, where he would live from now on.

The place was simple, with no luxuries or notable features. The men's rooms were adjacent, separated by a small wall.

"So we're neighbors. I hope we get along." Hisagi greeted a boy named Toge, who, according to Panda, only communicated using food ingredients.

"Fried egg," Toge, who was the most drained from the earlier battle due to his heavy use of Cursed Energy, greeted his peculiar new roommate, who was two years older than most in his grade.

They were an unusual bunch, and Hisagi wouldn't have to worry about acting normal, as a bit of madness seemed to be the norm here.

Once Hisagi had settled in, he had a brief conversation with Aoki, who was still investigating the disappearances.

That case intrigued him. He hadn't gotten anywhere with it due to the fight the previous night, but from what he heard, impressive discoveries had been made at the site of the battle.

"There aren't many first-year students. You have to understand that most people don't pass the new director's test." Panda was telling Hisagi about the school's curiosities, and he realized that far fewer students were accepted than one would expect for a place like this.

But that didn't seem to bother anyone, not with Gojo at the peak of his power.

'I guess with so few students, the chances of being deployed in the field are much higher.' Hisagi understood that they would push him and all those tasked with eliminating cursed spirits to their limits.

That didn't excite him much, although he knew that the more he worked, the stronger he would become.