Tokyo Jujutsu High

"Why should I care about what you have to say," Gojo said, his face a mask of indifference as he looked at the boy before him that had long black hair. His eyes were covered by a pair of round sunglasses. His school uniform had no unique features to it. Just being the normal blue pants and side button jacket.

"Be more respectful, will you? What is your problem? Apologize to her since you bumped into her." Geto said, his eyebrow raised as he looked at the brat before him. He had been invited to this school to learn to use his cursed energy and what it really meant to 'eat' the curses that he saw.

He was wearing the same uniform but with much more baggy pants instead, his own customization to his uniform that he had requested.

But so far all he had encountered was a brat from an old family.

"It really is fine. Don't worry about it." Ieiri said as she waved her hand back and forth limply on the end of her arm. Walking past the both of them, glancing back as she saw that a fight might happen. With a look between both the boys she simply turned around and started to make some distance, she was not going to get involved.

"Look I don't care what weaklings like you think. Unless you can back up your words with some real strength get out of my way." Gojo said, his voice filled with arrogance as he went to push Geto out of his way only to be met with the boy's cursed energy as Geto strengthed his own body to help him stand his ground.

"Oh? So you're looking for a fight then?" Gojo said, a grin on his face as loose objects started to slide towards him.

"If you keep on being an assho-" Geto started to respond but stopped when another figure ascended the stairs behind the white-haired boy he was talking to.

Looking at the new arrival he wondered who they were. A black and blue haori, looking nothing like the school uniform, was loosely hung over a white shirt and black training pants. A pair of sandals on their feet. A sword hung from their side. Their right ear had three piercings, one of them looking very expensive with three gemstones, the others were simple rings.

But most of all they felt strong, very strong.

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Atlas had stood there listening to the scene for a while before he had decided that he just wanted to get into the school. Maybe he should have come next year? No, it was better to be safe and have influence now.

In front of him at the top of the stairs were Gojo and Geto, two of the would-be most powerful special grades that would exist in the story. At least Gojo was going to be the strongest sorcerer by far in the future. The future without Atlas of course, now that title was all his.

Seems like Gojo's arrogance and god complex were a lot worse in his first year, must have been dialled back as he fought with Geto through the year and learned to not be such an asshole. The perfect prince wasn't always perfect, then again the kid was 15 and had been raised his entire life being told that he was the most special little snowflake ever.

"You princesses done gossiping? How about you argue somewhere you are not in the way." Atlas said, his face plastered with a grin as he walked up behind them. Looking down on both Gojo and Geto, the latter looked up at him with a bit of a shocked expression.

"Who the hell are you?" Gojo said as he turned around and looked up at Atlas, his face one of annoyance. Why was no one fucking respecting him here? Did they not know who he was? He could ask that actually, "Do you know who I am?"

"Mommies special little snowflake?" Atlas said, enjoying this much more than he thought he would. Was he an asshole? He felt a bit like one. "You should really listen to him," Atlas said motioning at Geto. "Got some good advice, be a bit more respectful. Might get hurt otherwise."

Staring up at Atlas with a bit of shock, clearly not used to this kind of treatment but he was handling it better than Atlas thought he would. Looks like he wasn't entirely a brat and had been taught some manners at least. As expected of one of the three big clans. Although he was still young and immature, also started at a new school. Gathering his bearings Gojo started to say as he turned around, "I am the sole heir of the Gojo clan, no one like me has been born in the past 400 year-"

"So you're not special. just predictable. Right, got it. And what about you fuzzball? Practising to be a statue there?" Atlas asked as he looked at Geto, softening his smile a bit.

"I-I'm Suguru Geto. Are you a senior here?" He asked.

"Yeah, although I am from the country so this is my first year at this school. Although I am a third year, a pleasure to meet you Geto. Looks like you are a proper young chap. Sorry, you have to deal with this." Atlas said as he looked at Gojo again as the boy started to speak.

"You never answered my question. Who are you." His voice gained an edge of annoyance as he was forced to repeat himself.

"Someone strong enough to back up their words in your opinion," Atlas said as he tapped his foot on the floor. "Mind stepping aside? You are blocking the path." He could go around, but where was the fun in that?

"Make me," Gojo said, his cursed energy gathering in his body.

Staring at Gojo, Atlas couldn't be helped but be impressed, for a kid that had just started he had a lot of energy and it was flowing incredibly smoothly. He must have had prior training because this was beyond pure talent but it was still insane.

Nodding his head Atlas said, "Well if you insist." Looking at Geto he said, "You won't tell the teachers will you?"

His fist was suddenly before Gojo's forehead as he flicked him with a large amount of energy, enough to overpower Gojo's own defence. Feeling his finger start to slow just before he made contact he used his special property and was more than happy to see his finger suddenly feel no resistance at all now. He could counter the infinity. What shocked him was that Gojo started to move his head, it wasn't fast enough but he had been able to react at all was impressive enough. Damn, this kid really was going to be a monster.

Sadly for him, he wasn't one right now.

As the flick made contact there was a resounding boom as Gojo suddenly was launched off his feet and off the footpath into the nearby forest, the crash of a few trees sounding throughout before a final slam was heard.

"Now before you tell me off, I do have the ability to heal people. It's pretty cool honestly." Atlas said, looking at Geto who looked shocked as he stared at the trail of destruction. "I don't think that was enough to keep him down though."

In response to his claim, a wave of energy was felt as a force or attraction energy suddenly started to pull at them before a crashing wave of power started to soar towards them.

Grabbing Geto he suddenly stepped through dimensions, pulling Geto through the folding mirror-like space with him before stepping out right in front of Gojo. It wasn't teleportation but he moved fast enough to close small gaps like it was.

Watching carefully how the boy reacted he couldn't help but grin when he saw the boy's eyes widen, his glasses having been blown off already. Clearly not having expected to see the two of them pop out of the air in front of him. The six eyes couldn't see through dimensions. That was fantastic.

"Boo," Atlas said, flicking Gojo in the forehead again which the boy once again failed but tried to dodge. This time flicking him directly down into the ground so instead of flying away he simply pressed into the floor with another shattering boom as a crater formed around him. His head snapped back hard as he bounced off the floor a bit he hit it so hard.

Laying there breathing heavily Gojo watched as Atlas tilted his head to the side and said. "You done snowflake?"

"Are you?" Atlas heard in response but it wasn't Gojo or Geto that said anything, turning around to see the principal standing there, his ancient eyebrow raised as he looked at Atlas who was holding Geto off the ground by the scruff of his collar still, having failed to put the stunned boy down. Why had he brought him? He didn't know, good question Atlas.

Looking down at Gojo who was looking dazed Atlas crouched down and patted the boy on the chest. Using the positive energy that he could expel to heal the minor wounds he had caused the boy. Feeling the infinity on his chest trying to stop him but failing to since his energy could pass through dimensions. Having healed Gojo Atlas stood back up and said to Geto. "Damn wild animals attacking students. Well, I am glad I could help you too. Got to get to class now though. Cya."

Just as he turned to leave the old man was suddenly in front of him. He didn't even see him move, fuck he was fast. With his hands held out he saw that his katana had been replaced with a shovel. "When you fill in this crater you can go to class and get this back." The principal said. Now holding Atlas' sword.

What? When?! Welp… this was a wonderful start to his day. "But I healed him?" Atlas said, making another lame excuse but the smile on his face showed that he wasn't really bothered, filling in this hole would be easy. It made sense as well, damage school grounds, fix school grounds.

"And you'll need to heal yourself if you don't start now." The old man said, his voice mimicking Atlas' own amused tone. Clearly, he wasn't too bothered by this as well. Looking down at Gojo and Geto who were both looking between the two of them with shocked expressions he said. "I think that you two should run along to class now. You'll be late otherwise."

Nodding they both stood up, turning and then walking away at a hurried pace. Gojo shot one last confused and shocked look at Atlas who just waved back.

He had learnt some fun things during that 'fight,' things that would be useful to know for the future.

Limitless was only hindered by dimensions. Not stopped. When he had travelled through another plane to avoid the blast of attractive force the area in his plane had distorted as well, not by much. But enough to prove it possible. Space wasn't like matter, it was something greater. So if Gojo got stronger, he would be a real challenge for Atlas to face, and that was just his attractive force, who knew what limitless: red and purple would do. And if the attacks could affect other planes, then the defence probably could soon as well if he trained it more.

So Atlas just needed to get stronger so he could stay ahead...

He needed to find his fucking technique, how long had he needed to do that... a long time. It made him wonder what it was, his special property had always been enough but against people like Kenjaku and Sukuna and even future Gojo... he needed a technique.

"So what did you think of Gojo?" The principal asked.

Planting the shovel spade down Atlas leaned on the handle, "impressive, very impressive. His cursed energy control is already amazing and that defence he has around his body is… probably impenetrable for anyone but me I think. Unless you have enough force to overpower him but in a year I don't think that will be possible. Surprise attacks are the go against him but the six eyes will make that impossible for normal people. He really is amazing just as he is expected to be." Atlas responded as he started to shovel the misplaced dirt.

"Indeed he is, isn't he. But you seem more interested in young Geto?" The principal asked, his head tilting to the side.

"While six eyes and limitless is destined in a way. Something that you can know is coming just in a matter of time. Cursed spirit manipulation is something rare. Especially how he can do it, and his talent isn't a joke either. He hasn't had any real practice and he is already using cursed energy at an average level. I think that he will keep pace with Snowflake." Atlas said. Shovelling another scoop of dirt.

"Interesting. Well, be sure to be done soon. Your classmates have already heard of you from the news I received. Do try not to attack any of them as a greeting will you?" The principal said as he started to walk off towards the buildings of the campus again. "Ah and before I forget, this is for you."

Nodding his head Atlas stopped shoveling for a moment, taking the offered object.

Watching the principal start to walk away he thought to himself that being here might actually be fun, he would keep it in small bursts though so he didn't grow tired of it however. He was sure that too much of this would start to take away its novelty.

Looking down at the card he was handed he saw that it was his student card.

His student number, name, date of birth…

Staring at the date he suddenly realized, he knew what his age was, but he had never known what his date of birth was. And here it was. Right on the card… the people in the Jujutsu Society knew something.

And his grade: Special.

They knew something about him. Special grade wasn't just something that was given out because you were strong. No something was going on. Clutching the card for a moment he put it in his pocket before he kept on shovelling, a grim look on his face.

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As the door crashed open, the two students inside suddenly turned around, their faces shocked by the sudden slamming of the thin door.

"Sup." The intruder said, his hands and forearms covered in dirt up to his elbow. Surprisingly his white shirt and black and blue haori were still immaculately clean. His loose black pants however were messy up to the middle of his calves. His face was plastered with a massive grin.

"Your late." The teacher stated.

Staring at the third-year teacher Atlas took in the details, they seemed strong, high first-grade. Not anything impressive, however, the third year he had seen, now would be a fourth year. Was more impressive than them. The buzz-cut guy.

The teacher had a simple comb back and a pair of thin rectangle glasses perched on his nose. A small moustache lined his otherwise shaven face. His high cheekbones and sharp features made him seem intimidating.

Nodding his head Atlas tilted his head to the side and said, "Yeah, I know." Nodding his head along with his words, slowly.

"God looks like your a trouble kid, look brat. Just because the principal thinks you are impressive doesn't mean your hot crap. So, sit down now, and I'll let it go this once. Otherwise, I'll find out how strong you really are." His face getting really close to Atlas' who was around the same height, just under 6 feet tall.

"You're gonna beat up a kid? What are we learning?" Atlas said, changing the subject as he looked at the board and the two nervous kids he saw once before in the mall when he beat up that bug spirit.

"English, sit, down, now. I won't beat you up, we have a lot of backup missions though. So if you don't want to be here I'll send you on clean-up duty. Are you confident enough for that kid? Fighting cursed spirits?" His face was a mocking smile, expecting the idea to scare the country bumpkin.

"Wait really? Hell yeah! I'll go grab one from the principal now. Cya folks." His voice picked up a cheer as he realized that was how easy it was to go fight curses. Turning around he walked away leaving both the kids and the teacher a bit stunned…

Sighing the teacher turned back to class. "God damn it… this year is going to be a pain in my ass."