Just an Anime Fan: "Gabriel last chapter said he would kill Mc and then would kill the 'white haired guy' isn't that Gojo? Also yeah prometheus flames but they seem more like a grenade than a weapon, since it's a one time use (to my understanding)

I meant special grade sorcerers, I do believe they could destroy special grade curses, specially when grade 1's could do without much problem

Also interesting, I didn't know Gojo wasn't known outside of Japan I'd think with his teleportation he would be able to do a lot of missions overseas"

Yeah you right. I went to go reread what I wrote last time and saw that. Nah, Prometheus's flame isn't a one time use, more like a torch you can turn on and off and spews out incinerating flames like a New Year sparkler.

Sorry for the confusion, I should have realized you meant special-grade sorcerers. I also have to add to what I said last time, but you'll be seeing some of that here; only the higher-ups in the Revine family truly know that Gojo exists thanks to their contact with windows in the country (GABRIEL DOES NOT KNOW DESPITE HIS POSITION BECAUSE HE DOES NOT CARE).

Gojo can 100% do missions overseas if he wants to, but it would be like sending a nuclear bomb to kill a mosquito. Yuki Tsukumo is notorious for being a nomad around the world with no real affiliation, so jujutsu communities around the globe don't have as much of a problem calling on her as a mercenary as opposed to Gojo, who is strongly aligned with Japan.

Sorry if I came off as rude in my response before, I was uber sleep-deprived and just wanted to post the chapter and be done.

Ninoc3225: "Yo I'm so glad I found your story it's pretty addicting and well written. How did you get into writing and what prompted you to write something with JJK?"

Thanks! I got into writing because somebody told me I needed a creative outlet for my feelings and shit; my interest in JJK came about after blasting through the manga last year and reading enough fanfics to know that nobody was writing what I wanted to read. That is a story where the character doesn't become a divine being, super overpowered super quickly, or have no character development.

It was the reason I made Adam such a heavily flawed character over a perfect one who gets all the bitches and fucks like an energizer bunny while one shotting special-grade curses from chapter one. There are some stories I've read on here where the main character's only real flaw is that they lost a fight one time; I hate that. So I wrote something myself.

Discipline01: "Loved the chapter! Chapter 29 too, since they have a part one part two thing going on. I like the developments coming along. Also, is Avalon getting lost just your way of getting rid of the healing crutch or is looking for it gonna be a thing?"

Your review went through, I just had a bit of a brain malfunction since there was a review for chapter 7 right above it; sorry! Avalon being lost is 100% not just me getting rid of its healing capabilities; it's a setup for another character later on. Thanks for your compliments, and I'm once again sorry for missing your review!

PSA TO EVERYONE, NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE CONTROVERSIAL, I REPEAT, NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE CONTROVERSIAL. THERE WILL BE OUT-OF-CHARACTER EMOTIONS, DUMB SHIT NEEDED FOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, AND ONCE MORE, EMOTIONS.


"The now named 'Tokyo Super Flamenado' is truly a natural disaster that will go down in the history books, despite its 0 casualty list. For such a disaster to appear and disappear within mere minutes, it's truly a divine miracle." With a soft click, the television returned to its dormant, black-screened state. "Right on the dot, Yumikawa. Many Shinto temples around the area have even begun offering their services–" Despite the TV being turned off, the news report continued to play, this time from a different source.

"Would you shut that bloody thing up?!" Kenjaku mockingly tapped the pause button on his phone, purposely taking as long as possible to draw out Jogo's annoyance. The volcano curse growled in annoyance as he flicked a hand towards the man. "You see? This is the reason humans need to be exterminated!"

"Because I annoy you? C'mon, Jogo old pal." Kenjaku waved his hand around jokingly as the magma inside Jogo's crater-like head began to bubble.

Before he could explode, however, Hanami put a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, Jogo, he's just messing with you." The volcano curse grumbled quietly before turning away and stomping towards the edge of the beach. "What is the problem, anyway?" Hanami turned her head towards Kenjaku, who had since unpaused the report.

Surprisingly, it wasn't Kenjaku who answered, but Mahito. The curse born from humans had been digging themselves into the sand just prior but was now standing to attention across from the pair. "It's because of those humans with the fire-cursed technique, correct?"

"Partially," Kenjaku answered quietly. "The problem is the precedent this has set." He placed his phone in his robes, forgoing listening to the rest of the report. "Since the Japanese haven't issued a warning, it can be assumed that any other sorcerer around the world can come over here without any issues."

"The way you're saying that makes it seem like it's a problem for us…and shouldn't you know if there was a law like that out there? One stopping foreign sorcerers from entering the country." Kenjaku waved his hand lazily before setting it under his chin.

"I don't know everything about this world; but what I do know is that it was more of an unwritten rule or boundary, as opposed to a strictly stated law. Now that someone has crossed that boundary, however…" Mahito nodded along with his ally's words.

"We can't expect there not to be more foreign sorcerers showing up to ruin our plans." The curse finished intelligently. "But that also comes as a double-edged sword."

"For both us and them," Kenjaku added. "We will be able to hire foreign curse users to bolster our numbers, while they can rely on foreign sorcerers for support."

"But that's not really true, is it?" Hanami asked hesitantly. "Humans wouldn't help each other without a reason. If we were to rely on some for numbers, we'd have to offer compensation; but you make it sound like they wouldn't need to."

"It really depends on who they ask," Kenjaku answered. "Sorcerers from Africa can probably be relied on thanks to Japan's connection to them through Okkotsu Yuta. Other countries don't really hold a stake in comparison."

"What about that sorcerer boy from England?" Hanami asked. "Surely, since he comes from there, they'd be willing to offer support against us." Kenjaku shook his head resolutely.

"Quite the opposite, actually. If we were to approach them with an offer to kill him, I'm sure they'd agree with open arms." Mahito scoffed at the curse user's words, his eyes rolling with the motion.

"Of course, typical humans." He said sarcastically. "Always so quick to turn on each other." Hanami let out a warped chuckle while Kenjaku nodded along.

The group stayed silent for several moments before Kenjaku spoke once again. "Sorcerers from America, Australia, India, China, I doubt we'll have to worry about them. I've already planned for their involvement, after all."

"Does that mean you see them as a threat?" Mahito asked playfully.

"Quite the contrary, actually; they're weak." Kenjaku slid off of his beach chair and began to walk towards the water. "Very weak; and their jujutsu societies are well hidden from even their government." The man brought out his phone again and unpaused the report. Considering the conversation finished, both Mahito and Hanami went their separate ways. 'Weak, very weak. But when placed on the ropes, even the weakest sorcerers can prove threatening.' Kenjaku's mind flashed back to a time long forgotten, a silhouette of a brown-haired man wielding a sword of golden light standing above him. 'Weak sorcerers.' He thought with finality.

By the time his thoughts returned to the report, he found that the clip had already finished.


The Revine house was submerged in chaos.

"What the hell do you mean, my son is dead?!" The new head of house, having been forced back out of retirement, screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Anthony! Calm down right this instant!" The man's wife, Primrose, jumped to her feet with a scowl. Anthony opened his mouth to speak once again, but his wife leaned her head forward dangerously. "You will be quiet." She ordered quietly.

Despite being the head of house, Anthony knew better than to cause an argument with his partner. With a silent grumble, he dropped back down into his luxurious, leatherback seat.

He was certainly not happy with being pulled out of retirement, and with the reason for that being that his successor was killed; it filled him with a white-hot rage he feared could never be sated.

"Anthony." He was brought back to attention by a stern, cold call of his name. The head of house's eyes flickered upwards, focusing on the outline of the one who had beckoned him.

Dark black hair with a few grey strands dotting about were tied into a small man bun at the back of the man's head, exposing his lightly tanned skin to the sparse rays of sun that broke through the room's blinds. His eyes burned a fierce orange, and their pupils were set straight forward, towards a wall. A thin stubble covered the bottom of his chin, barely noticeable to anyone who hadn't heard the man's excitement when they first appeared.

He was wearing a maroon polo shirt and had a bag full of swimming gear slung over the back of his chair. "What? Raymond. What on Earth could you possibly have to say to me? It was your fucking brat and his teacher that put Gabriel in the dirt. Are you going to offer me some sort of worthless apology? Say that we should accept your runt back into the family? What the fuck do you want?"

Raymond leaned back in his chair with a soft smile. "Hmm, no, I don't think so." He swiftly got out of his chair and grabbed his bag. "I was just going to ask if I could leave; but since I'm obviously putting you on edge, I think I'll just get going."

"Sit back down." Primrose ordered. Her greyed locks swished to the side as she flicked her head back towards the man's now unoccupied chair. "It's your job as one of the family's elders to sit in on these meetings; even if they are called at 11 pm."

"Do you even care?!" Anthony slammed his hand on the table, glaring daggers at his wife. "Our son died not four hours ago, and all you can worry about is the fucking time!?" The table began to melt around his heated fists, its mahogany frame bursting into flames immediately. Before they could spread to the rest of the room, however, they were snuffed out by a flick of Raymond's hand.

Said man placed his swim gear back on his chair and slid back into it. "He has a point, Primmy–"

"Don't call me that."

"We should all try to be as understanding as possible during this trying time." He said placatingly. "I can tell you're trying to stay calm to save face, but I'm sure we can all allow a little leeway this time." Raymond looked around at the table's other inhabitants.

Eleanor Moore sat to his right, her face completely serene. She barely allowed a nod to come from her body before she returned to her frozen state. Her hair was a dark red, the bob-style cut it was prepared in ended around her chin, with the bangs perfectly framing her face. Mimicking most of the others at the table, her eyes were a deep orange colour, more similar to the colour of jasper rather than a bright inferno. She was still wearing her nightgown, a midnight-coloured article made of silk with crescent moons dotted around the place.

Samuel Revine sat across from Eleanor, his body shaking slightly as Anthony's anger rose. He continued to quiver like a leaf in the wind, his shaking only increasing as Raymond carefully studied him. Brown, curly hair was carefully slicked back to reveal his face; a pale face lightly dotted with drops of sweat caused by the heat. Unlike the other people at the table, he could not wield cursed energy to reinforce his body. He was wearing an expensive suit, one perfectly lined up and housing no creases within its fabric. Instead of the orange, his family's eyes were known for, his pupils were a jade-green colour. Finally wilting under Raymond's stare, he nodded shakily before collapsing in on himself.

To his left sat Eve Revine, who was rubbing her hand across his back soothingly. "Raymond's right, there's nothing wrong with putting your emotions on display." Her hair was a deep brown and was styled into a ponytail that reached her mid-back. Dozens of freckles dusted her cheeks under her bright orange eyes. She was wearing a black night dress that reached down to her ankles, hiding most of her skin from view.

On Samuel's right was Primrose, Anthony's wife and unofficial matriarch of the family. Her hair had long greyed, despite being only 42; a byproduct of her cursed technique, cellular acceleration. Her hair was rather choppy, a reflection of her sharp and cold demeanour. She was wearing a black cardigan with a grey undershirt that trailed down to her thighs, covering the top of the long skirt she had on.

Finally, at the head of the table, was Anthony. His hair was a dark grey colour, styled into a sharp side part that curled around the right side of his face. Burning within his eye sockets were two bright red irises; not only that, but each eye contained two distinct black pupils, caused by his hereditary polycoria. He was wearing a thick, grey-coloured fleece jumpsuit, its fluffy texture starkly contrasting the anger he was displaying. The way he was leaning forward allowed his angry snarl to be seen despite the fabric riding up to almost his nose.

As Raymond's eyes drifted back to Primrose, he wasn't surprised to see the woman still holding onto her cold demeanour despite the agreements of people around the table. "Losing your head in a time like this is the equivalent of suicide. We cannot be caught with our pants down after such an embarrassment." She turned towards her husband with a scowl. "And don't think I didn't notice you handing the torch over to Archer." Anthony sneered darkly at the woman while the rest of the table looked shocked.

"Handing out such a thing willy-nilly…" Eleanor didn't finish her sentence, but it spoke volumes that she even commented at all; she was usually the one to stay silent during the meetings.

"Shut the fuck up, Eleanor," Anthony growled, causing the woman to squeak quietly.

"Woah man, all she did was call you a moronic dickweed, calm down," Raymond said jokingly. A laugh escaped his throat when he was pinched by the woman in question. When the heat began to rise once again, Raymond flicked his hand to disperse it. "Take a chill pill man, it's simple what we have to do."

"Oh yeah? And what would someone like you think is simple?" Anthony growled out. His wife sighed quietly, something that seemed to send Samuel into a catatonic state.

"I mean, we just gotta kill my son, right? We know he has some sort of ability to come back to life from our experiments a while ago, but there has to be a limit. If we keep sending assassins to kill him over and over again, either his cursed technique will give out, or his sanity will and he'll eventually kill himself, and that probably won't take too long to happen, 15-year-olds can't exactly stomach being dismembered over and over again." Raymond explained casually as if he wasn't talking about mutilating his own son dozens of times.

"Right, right, excellent idea, send expensive assassins across the world to kill a child," Primrose said annoyedly. "Any more simple ideas floating around in that grapefruit-shaped head of yours?"

"Nice one, Primmy," Raymond answered with a smirk. "We could always just send a task force of our own over there to handle him. Of course, my ideas are discounting the fact that it's obviously smarter for him to come to us."

"And why the hell would he do that?" Anthony asked angrily.

"Simple, I gave Gabriel a message for Adam. A simple hello, just a greeting; I know that boy, so I know he'll come back here like a good little dog after just that slightest bit of attention." Raymond responded.

"U-Uhm…d-do we even know what killed G-Gabriel? O-Or how he died?" Samuel's stutters sent a scowl flying onto Primrose's face, and a proud smile to slide onto Eve's.

"Great question, Sammy!" Eve said cheerfully, much to the man's glee. "Perhaps it wasn't Adam who killed Gabriel, maybe just his teacher. Oh! When he comes back, we can get him to tell us!"

"You're putting an awful lot of your eggs into one basket here," Primrose commented. "There's no guarantee the boy will come, nor is there a guarantee he won't come with backup from Satoru Gojo." The name alone sent shivers crawling up everyone's spines.

"Is that who his teacher is?" Raymond asked. "I'd heard it was some Atsuya Kusakabra or something." Primrose shook her head dismissively.

"Of course not, Brock reported seeing the boy with Satoru Gojo this evening. There's no other explanation." She said confidently. Raymond hummed for a few moments before sighing.

"Wow, this really puts into perspective how little knowledge we have of other sorcerer scenes in the world. If we're bringing Brock back after that failed mission, we might as well just give up on getting revenge altogether." Raymond said his final piece and quickly vacated his chair. "I'll be leaving now, the rest of you can figure out what to do."

"You will not!" Primrose shot out of her seat while Raymond sauntered out of the door with a small smile. When the door shut behind him, Primrose growled angrily before dropping into her seat. "That bastard, always thinking he can do whatever he wants."

Anthony broke his silence with a firm nod. "He's right about what he said though, we should keep our window in Japan to watch over the brat. I'll tell him to take a more active role in trailing him."

"We should probably send another person to trail him as well, is Mikey available?" Primrose looked towards the mother of said boy. Eve nodded happily before leaping out of her seat, startling Samuel with the sudden movement.

"Oh my god! We should totally make it a family trip! I'll bring Gordon along as well, and we can go sightseeing–"

"No." Primrose rejected the request immediately. Despite that, she knew who she was dealing with; even if the world were to choose to block the woman, she would still find a way to do what she wanted without being none the wiser.

"Sorry Primmy–"

"Don't call me that."

"But I've already sent out a message and booked the tickets. Do you want to come as well?" Primrose felt a vein on her head bulge in annoyance.

"No." She growled out.

"Sammy, did you want to come?" The man looked hopefully at Primrose, who merely sneered in his direction.

"N-No thank you…I-I have some things to prepare for with the election coming up." He stuttered out pitifully.

"Aww, okay. I kinda forget you're the mayor sometimes." Eve said sadly.

"It's the only reason that wuss is here in the first place." Primrose sneered. Samuel wilted in his seat as Eve scampered out of the room with a wide smile on her face. It didn't take long for Eleanor to follow, and Samuel waited for Primrose's command before politely making his way to the door and closing it behind him. Several moments passed before the matriarch of the Revine family felt her head fall into her hands.

"My baby boy…"


"First grade?!"

"Satoru…"

Two very differing responses rebounded off of the walls of the office while the cause of their existence sat with a smile in his chair. "This is what you wanted, right, Principal?" Yaga gritted his teeth with an unreadable expression before sighing.

"No, no it isn't. He barely has any experience, Satoru, and he's just a kid." The cursed doll creator gestured towards the student in question, who was still sitting in his chair with a shocked expression. "Can you really, fully get behind recommending him? You'd be putting him in so much more danger than before; and the notoriety from such an act."

"I know, I know," Gojo said placatingly. "It's the reason I haven't recommended anyone before, including Megumi. But Adam has the skill and the mindset required for such a position; his abilities are nothing to scoff at either." The blindfolded teacher sent a knowing look Yaga's way, something the man seemed to notice despite the cloth blocking his view.

Yaga sighed deeply, his head falling into his hands as he began to massage his temples. "Alright, I'll send out the email." His fingers separated from his head and fell to the keyboard. "Adam, there's a high likelihood you'll begin receiving certain 'offers' after this for things such as tutelage or mentorships; make sure you discuss any such arrangements with Satoru before you accept."

"Yes sir," Adam replied seriously. "If he's not available, who else can I go to?" Yaga nodded along with the reasonable question.

"You can come to me, you can consult your peers, or you can approach one of the faculty such as Shoko or Atsuya." Yaga replied smoothly "Since you were tasked to read the Jujutsu regulations handbook upon being enrolled, I'm assuming you know what your new responsibilities may include?"

"As a semi-grade 1 sorcerer, I will be expected to complete investigations and or exterminations alone up to the rank of first grade. For special grade investigations, I will be assigned up to 3 other sorcerers based on the recorded threat level assigned by the relative windows in the area or by the higher-ups." Adam recounted calmly. "But also in that same vein, isn't it against the rules for my teacher to put me forward for a promotion? I thought it was only third parties that could do so; to combat nepotism and such."

"While that would usually be the case…" Yaga agreed slowly. "Satoru here is a bit of a special figure in the Jujutsu world." He gestured to the man with a straight palm. "Even if we were to deny his request upon account of the rules, several others wanting to get into his good books may step forward with recommendations despite never having met you; should the fact that he attempted to do so ever get out." Gojo shot a cheeky grin in Yaga's direction, which caused the man to sigh. "An inevitability when it comes to him."

"Yeah, I'd totally announce it on Jujutsu Twitter and use my horde of fans to promote my dear little students," Gojo said sarcastically.

"There's social media for sorcerers?" Adam barely registered Yaga's head hitting his keyboard as his teacher began to glow.

"Of course!" He fished his phone out of his pocket and swiped through it a few times before opening up the app.

"Satoru, don't raise his expectations for such things." Yaga chided tiredly. He returned to drafting his email while the man showed his student his phone.

Adam scrolled down his teacher's feed for a few moments with furrowed brows. "Outside of you posting pictures of your souvenirs, it's mostly just statistics and requests…" The boy noted quietly.

"Yeah, totally boring." Gojo agreed. "Once you graduate or reach grade 1 proper, I can get you in on this." He shoved his phone back into his pocket, allowing the Principal an opportunity to speak once again.

"This is a big responsibility, Adam, are you sure you want to accept a recommendation like this right now? You've only been a sorcerer for 2 months, and you have 3 more years ahead of you at this school before you graduate. There's still time for you to practice and learn in a more comfortable position before you're pushed out into the world." Yaga offered patiently.

"Usually…I'd think a bit more on an offer like this." Adam looked down at his arm, his right hand clenching into a fist unconsciously. "But with Kenjaku and his special grades running around, and whatever the Revine family plans to do to me in revenge; I think I need to take the training wheels off early." A daring smile slipped onto the boy's face as Yaga let out a final deep sigh.

With no small amount of hesitation, he sent out the notice to headquarters.


"That bastard!" Within the Jujutsu Headquarters penthouse, the higher-ups of Japanese jujutsu society were seated in a circle; as usual, their identities were hidden by thick paper barriers placed in front of them. "First he tells us his student is nothing special, and then the boy himself does the same, and now he's trying to promote him to grade 1!?"

"No, no, this is perfect actually." A far calmer voice said, their tone hiding no amount of intrigue. "If the boy is of a higher rank, we may be able to monitor his potential more easily."

"Yes, yes, and if his cursed technique is as powerful as his track record shows…" The words that would usually end the sentence were stolen by another, leaving the original speaker with a devilish grin on their face.

"A new sorcerer clan; this could be perfect for us." Another elder said darkly. "And a boy that young…he'll definitely be interested in such a proposition."

A sane person would be gagging at the thought of such a thing, forcing a 15-year-old to have several children for more soldiers. The elders in the room only saw the potential in such an endeavour, however, and not the moral implications.

"What about the recommendation? Should we send his name out to some of the more prominent sorcerer families as a show of support?" The elders were well aware of what the recommendation meant; after all, Gojo Satoru had never recommended a sorcerer for promotion before, not even Fushigoro Megumi. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"No, that'd be too obvious." Somebody replied immediately. "Let's simply wait for a little while…biding our time is the best course of action here." A loud cough bounded off of the meeting room's walls, silencing all of the quiet conversations that had been happening in the background.

"As it turns out, Adam will be hosted at my school for the next 7 days beginning on Monday. It will be quite easy for me to keep an eye on him for the time being; not only that, getting a gauge on his mental state will be just as easy."

"Oh? And when was this decided on?" A different voice asked.

"Just this morning, right before the report of Gojo Satoru's secret mission was filed." The words 'secret mission' were said in a way that dripped sarcasm. "The boy will be instructed by Utahime Iori during his time at my institution."

"Will there be anyone else going with him? Sukuna's jailor, maybe?" An elder asked appraisingly.

"Fushigoro Megumi will also be in attendance; Todo Aoi and Nitta Arata will be replacing them on Tokyo's campus." Several of the elders fell silent as they thought of an appropriate plan. It was only two minutes later that one elder finally spoke.

"Is it possible that he might transfer schools? Perhaps if the facilities and students are more to his liking than that of the Tokyo campus…" Several hums of agreement echoed from the elders seated in the room. "I see everyone agrees; let's move on to other matters of concern in that case."


ONCE AGAIN REMINDING EVERYONE THAT NEXT WEEK'S CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE FUCKED. OUT OF CHARACTER EMOTIONS, BIG STEPS IN CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, AND MORE FUCKING EMOTIONS.

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