"Ladies and gentlemen, please stay seated while the plane is landing. We will announce when you can begin to disembark." A boy with silver hair slides off his headphones, glaring at the speaker at the end of the hall.
He huffs in annoyance before sliding the devices back on, "they ruined my nap." He murmurs, shifting back into a more comfortable position and closing his eyes.
Not a moment later was he interrupted by another announcement over the intercom. "We have now landed, please take your baggage and exit the plane in an orderly manner." The attendant's staticy voice rebounded around the cabin, leaving mayhem in its wake.
People rushed for their things, some even hopping over others in order to grab their luggage from the overhead space. The silver-haired boy groaned in annoyance when a baby began to cry from all of the sudden noise.
After a few people leave, he straightens out his black shirt, being careful not to tug out the silver buttons lining the middle; too many sleepless nights of fixing his clothes had taught him the hard way. He scowls in annoyance as his maroon trench coat is caught under the seat, stopping him from leaving. With a tug, it unraveled itself and allowed him to leave; Though the boy silently waited for the rest of the passengers to get off so he could take his luggage without issue.
When he was finally alone, he flicked open the overhead cabinet and grabbed out a black golf bag with a spearhead poking through the zipper. Said spearhead was colored a bright orange and had a curved prong on either side of the blade, presumably to stop the victims from getting closer after being impaled. After slinging the bag over his back with a flourish, the boy leaves the plane quickly so as not to waste anymore time; as much as he'd rather prefer for the vehicle to turn around and take him home.
He slinks past the airport security without any difficulties, mingling in with the other new arrivals as he makes his way towards terminal 3, where his ride should be located. The boy ignores the weird looks he receives at the spearhead poking from his bag, instead choosing to look for a board with his name on it.
That's when he spots his name written out in hastily, and poorly, scribbled English, he'd probably have to get used to that. He walks towards the man holding the board, looking him up and down. "Are you sure you're a sorcerer? You look more like a salaryman." The man laughs in response, holding out a hand.
"I'm guessing you're Adam Revine then? It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Ijichi Kiyotaka. I'll be taking you to your new home; and I may not look like it, but I am a sorcerer." Adam shakes the man's hand with slight hesitancy before following him to his car. The odd looks at his bag don't stop even when he leaves the building.
The trip takes over an hour, but it's a comfortable ride thanks to the leather seats Ijichi liked to gloat about. Though, since Adam wasn't very fluent in Japanese, he didn't know how to tell the man to stop talking politely. "Now, you may be surprised to find one of your peers is already moving in as we speak. Make sure you get along with him, okay?"
Adam looks at the man through the reflection of the rearview mirror, trying to mentally communicate the way he was tempted to dislocate his jaw, before only getting a glance back in return as the man continues to focus on the road. "Whatever." Adam replies, blushing slightly at the heavy accent his voice laid over his words.
"So, do you have a cursed technique?" Ijichi doesn't get the memo to shut up, so Adam refuses to respond until the car ride ends. He'd keep up the farce that he didn't have one for as long as possible.
It's a quiet ride from then on.
Adam wasn't quite sure what to expect from Jujutsu Tech; in his mind he thought it would be some sort of pompous academy; large porcelain palaces with illustrious statues and ponds perhaps?. Suffice to say, he did not expect a campus sized buddhist temple made up of traditional japanese buildings; charcoal gray tiles lining each roof and pale white concrete walls further enhancing the traditional aesthetic. He walks around with wide eyes, following loosely behind Ijichi, who was supposedly guiding him to his dorm room. "You know, I much prefer this compared to my place over in England; the style at least." Ijichi laughs, the clacking of his dress shoes filling the air in between breaths.
"It is quite nice, isn't it?" He agrees, pointing at a large, pagoda-like building in the middle of the campus. "That's the main pagoda, where you'll be getting your mission rundowns from and where you'll hand in your reports. Principal Yaga is going to meet you at the bottom later for a meeting."
Adam nods, his eyes flickering towards other buildings around the place. He tries his best to ignore the blue box flickering at the edge of his peripheral. "So, do you always get such a nice breeze up here?" He'd assume so, the campus being on a mountain and all.
"It's funny really; thanks to Tengen-sama's barriers, it's almost always Spring up here. Breezes like this are an oddity, unlike the scheduled rainfall we have." Ijichi explains casually, taking a sudden right turn into a building with paper doors. "Please take off your shoes at the front, we have some slippers here for in house wear if you don't want to use socks alone." Ijichi slips off his dress shoes and slides on a pair of gray slippers, beckoning Adam to follow him through the halls of the building; the boy slides on his own pair of footwear before following. The man finally stops at the beginning of a hall with 8 rooms, and points to the one at the end on the right. "Fushigoro has moved into that room, but you have a choice of any of the other remaining ones. I need to head off so I can tell the higher ups that you're here; so you play nice now." Adam watches the man turn the corner before walking to the end of the hall, looking in each room as he passes; the monotonous pattern of tatami mat floors and single beds getting on his nerves. Hopefully when more students arrived there'd be a bit more distinction.
He finally reaches the room at the end of the hall and peeks inside, seeing a boy with spiky black hair wearing a navy uniform unpacking a suitcase full of clothes; his room remaining without decorations and only adding to the irritation Adam feels. "I'm guessing you're Fushigoro?" The boy's head snaps up to the doorway and he squints slightly.
"Gojo-sensei told me I was the only one arriving at the start of the school year; who're you?" His charcoal black eyes trail up and down Adam's form, his scrutinizing gaze making the boy shiver.
"Adam Revine, or Revine Adam, I'm not too sure how to say names over here yet. I'm from England." Adam holds out his hand, waiting several moments before dropping it back to his side upon receiving no returning gesture.
Fushigoro's eyebrows raise in surprise, but he doesn't reply and instead continues to unpack. Adam frowns before picking the room at the opposite end of the hall; the closest one to the exit and furthest from Broodgoro.
The silver haired boy places his golf bag on the ground before unzipping it, revealing another weapon that was short enough to fit in his bag properly; An english style short sword with a circular pommel and curved guard, something handed down to him from his mother. Adam gently picks up the blade and puts it on a rack that'd been provided for him, his spear sitting on one right below it. He bares his teeth as his plague notifies him of the weapons leaving his possession; alas, there's nothing he can do about it, so he sits on his new bed and stares at the screen in annoyance.
-STATUS-
Name: Adam Revine
Age: 15
Level: 17
Occupation: Student
Health: 190/190
Cursed Energy: 10/10
Stamina: 90/140
-Stats-
Health: 9
Strength: 4
Cursed Energy: 0
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 6
Unspent points: 85
-Skills-
-Inventory-
Adam snarls and tries to punch through the screen, only for his fist to phase through the innate technique's form. 'If it wasn't for this shit, I wouldn't even be here right now. Why couldn't I just get flames like Auntie Maria? Or cousin Gabriel?' He spits mentally; If it wasn't for the screen in front of him, he may not have been exiled from his family. The boy waved away the screen to the edge of his vision and huddled into his knees, "I want to go home." He murmurs under his breath.
It was at that moment Ijichi popped his head through the doorway again, "It's time for your meeting with the principal! I'll show you where his office is, come on." Adam hopped off of his bed and slunk into the hallway to follow Ijichi.
"Didn't you say it was at the bottom of the pagoda?" Adam asks, following closely behind Ijichi through the winding corridors of the dormitory.
"Yep! I'm just heading that way myself to make a report, so it's convenient for me to take you." Ijichi slides his dress shoes back on, tying up his laces with practiced perfection; it only adds to Adam's theory that he's a businessman disguised as a sorcerer. The silver haired boy slips on his own shoes and follows the older man outside, the unevenness in the concrete panels of the floor forcing him to walk with a weird hunch. "I see you aren't really used to walking on panels like these yet." Ijichi chuckles, pointing down to his feet. "The trick is to walk in the middle of them, as simple as it may sound; it takes a bit of practice to get used to." Adam hums in acknowledgement while looking down at the ground, trying his best to reposition his feet accordingly.
Less than 5 minutes later Adam was standing in front of the principal, who seemed to be stitching some sort of doll together; the lime green fabric having an odd contrast with the thing's beady black eyes and toothy grin. Adam's amber eyes watch the doll intently; he wonders if it's normal for old people to collect plush dolls.
"Hello Adam," The principal began, speaking in perfect English. "As you should know by now, you're attending this school in order to become a jujutsu sorcerer." Adam's eyes mentally rolled at the thought; he didn't care about jujutsu or anything, he just…wanted to be a normal person; have a normal family. "Despite your current enrollment status, I have my own screening process that'll allow me to see if you're worth my staff's time. If you aren't… well I don't think your clan is going to pay for another ticket back, are they?" The principal's face was neutral, but the smirk hiding behind it couldn't be more obvious.
'And that means I'm as good as dead.' Adam narrows his eyes at the principal, taking his eyes away from the odd plush for the first time. "So what is this screening process of yours?"
"Why do you want to become a jujutsu sorcerer?" Despite the man's reserved, if a little annoying actions before that moment, he still managed to keep a serious face when asking that question.
Adam scoffs and places a hand on his hip, "Isn't it obvious? I don't want to become a jujutsu sorcerer. I'm sure you already know why I was sent here."
The principal's eyes widen and a smile grows on his face. It's a few moments before the man begins to laugh; a sight so rare that even the puppet seemed to be shocked, its whole body turning with a gobsmacked face. Adam cringes in horror at the sight of the plush moving on its own. "Alright, so you don't want to become a jujutsu sorcerer. You know? Neither did I!"
Adam listens quietly as the principal begins to recount his tale, fiddling around with puppet in his hand as he does so. "When I first discovered my technique at age 7, I wanted to use it to make a big family of plush dolls! As you can see, I've succeeded so far." He pets the thing in his hand gently, and it almost seems to… purr? "Not all jujutsu sorcerers want to exorcize curses. Some do it for the money, some for pride, some for family, some for love. Exorcizing curses is really a means to an end nowadays." The man shrugs, the grin still on his face. "So tell me, what do you want?" The boy in front of him stands in contemplation.
"I…I'm not really sure right now." The principal seemed to see through the lie, based on the disbelieving look he gave the boy. "Tell me one day, and maybe we'll be able to figure something out. For now though," he smiles, "welcome to Jujutsu tech Adam Revine, I hope you enjoy your stay." Adam blinks in surprise before bowing and leaving the room; one of the only things he was taught by his clan being basic etiquette.
Once the boy is gone, a new white haired man wearing a gray blindfold appears from the darkness, "Boo!" He says jokingly, trying to make his mentor flinch.
"What is it, Satoru? If you're asking when the next faculty meeting is, it's on Thursday at 4pm." 10 years too used for his students' antics, Yaga gets straight to the point.
"Haha! You know I'm not showing up for that." Satoru cheerfully responds, waving the man off. "I just came to see how my new student is doing." Satoru tucks a finger under his blindfold, peeling it off of his face slightly before his mouth slides into a frown. "His low amount of cursed energy is alarming though. It's less than a grade 3 curse."
"We both know it'll change quickly; you read the same message I did. He'll keep growing" Yaga replies, repositioning his needle inorder to add a new stitch to his plush friend.
"I'm guessing you're referring to his cursed technique?" Gojo asks, leaning backwards against a pillar near the principal's seat.
"I am. What was it called?"
"'Status increase', if I remember correctly. They don't know the full potential of it since he refuses to use it; a problem they created." Yaga sends a look at his student turned employee.
"I'm assuming you'll be fixing that?"
Gojo pulls his finger out of his blindfold, letting it slap his face. "Yeah, yeah. If I can." With those words, he teleports away, leaving Yaga alone in the hall.
"I'm worried about that kid." The principal murmurs, the doll in his hands nuzzling up against him in an act of comfort.
"I heard what you were saying inside." Adam tilts his head to the left, seeing Fushigoro walking towards him; a serious expression on his face. The silver haired boy's eyes narrow as he glances into the boy's opposing ones.
"And what of it? You got a problem?" He says back, turning his body to face Fushigoro's.
"Yeah, I do. Why are you here; you don't want to be a sorcerer? Did you feel the need to make fun of us by leaving your cushy family home and enrolling here?" Fushigoro asks heatedly, "we're going to fight; and if I win you'll leave, permanently. We don't need a liability in the field when people's lives are on the line." The boy scowls when Adam laughs while walking towards a training field; something he presumably saw earlier.
'Why does he care so much? What's it to him if I become a sorcerer? Does he take his education that seriously?' Adam's thoughts ricochet around his head like a heated game of billiards; before he knows it, he finds himself on the inner grass of the track field, a place he'd spotted in the corner of his eye when Ijichi was showing him around earlier.
Fushigoro takes a stance across from him, his feet shoulder width apart and his back curled forward in a hunch; His hands are clasped together in a tight hand seal. His pointer and ring fingers on his left hand are pointed at the ground, while his ring and middle fingers are directed higher. His left hand tightly covers the top part of his hand, completing the form of what looked to be some sort of dog shadow puppet from the side.
Adam narrows his eyes, putting his hands up in a basic stance he'd seen online once; he was far more used to using his tools in fights. A glint forms in Fushigoro's eyes before the shadow of his body tightly curls around his feet, creating two separate thin pools by either of his legs.
'A cursed technique?' Adam watches Fushigoro focusing intently as his shadow tightens into perfect circles; as if he was following a recipe to success. 'I probably can't cover this distance before his attack is prepared. From this range, it should be a projectile of some kind; maybe a shadow construct?' As the silver haired boy analyzes his opponent, he doesn't realize the shadows slowly coalescing in the middle of the pools. 'Should I ask if I can get my weapons first? Wait, why are we even fighting? He shouldn't care about this!' In the moments his mind spends wandering, Fushigoro's shadow pools create a wolf each, one black and one white. They don't even give Adam a chance to react before they've leaped from the lakes of darkness and tackle the silver haired boy to the ground.
Fushigoro lets the boy lay down for a while, letting his wolves tear through his coat like an old chew toy; He eventually walks forward, resting his foot on top of Adam's chest, leaning over him. "You're pathetic. Go back to your shitty noble family and leave exorcizing curses to the real sorcerers." The boy spits before leaving. "You don't belong here." He adds before he's out of earshot.
Adam stays there, lying on the ground for a while. 'I'm totally going to have to find a tailor around here, aren't I?' The boy doesn't even bother looking at the puncture wounds on his coat, already knowing he wouldn't be able to sew them back together himself. Then his thoughts drift back to what Fushigoro had said, and he groans loudly. "What a dick. He's going to be a pain all year, isn't he?" The boy slowly sits up from his position, blades of grass cascading down his back.
"I'm guessing that means you aren't giving up?" Adam is beginning to get annoyed with all of the sudden arrivals. He slowly turns his head to the left, where a man with bright white hair and a blindfold is walking towards him.
"It's not like I have a choice. It's either this or homelessness." The boy replies, scowling at the man when he begins to laugh.
"Fun catch 22 you have there; die from starvation, or die to a curse." Adam glares at the man defiantly.
"I won't die." Gojo shrugs; picking the boy up with a single hand.
"I'd hope not, it'd look bad on my resume. I'm Gojo Satoru, your new teacher." He replies with a smile; offering a thumbs up moments later when Adam doesn't look even minutely impressed.
"Great, I already don't like you."
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