The next day, the sun was bright and beautiful—a good day for school.
Itadori Yuji, facing the start of his Jujutsu Sorcerer career for the first time, was a little excited.
"Sukuna, which seat do you think we should take once we get to the classroom?"
Sukuna looked at him in surprise.
If their class had more people, he could offer advice, such as... the universally recognized King's Seat—the last row by the window.
But your class only has three people, one of whom has to stand on the podium to teach. Since it's just you and Nobara Kugisaki, with two seats, doesn't it matter where you sit?
Upon arriving at the classroom, sure enough, there were only two sets of desks and chairs placed side by side in front of the podium.
Itadori Yuji unhesitatingly chose the King's Seat suggested by Sukuna—the last row by the window.
Well, the only row is also the last row.
After a while, Nobara Kugisaki walked in, yawning—she had eaten too much the previous night and had to stand up for half the night before lying down again.
"Where's Fushiguro?" she asked Yuji.
Yuji: "He went to get the textbooks."
"Alright, I'm going to nap for a bit then."
After saying that, Nobara collapsed onto the desk.
Yuji rested his elbow on the desk, propping up his face and spacing out.
Although less than five days had passed, he felt like he had been away from school for a long time.
Too much had happened in the past few days: he had seen Curses, revived Sukuna, met Fushiguro and the others, and even become a Jujutsu Sorcerer himself... His life and future had undergone earth-shattering changes.
Even sitting back in the classroom now, he didn't feel like it was real.
It was as if his whole being was still floating in a dream.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Alright, everyone wake up. Class starts now."
Fushiguro Megumi walked up to the podium, placed the textbooks on the teacher's desk, and used the blackboard eraser to knock hard on the blackboard a few times, immediately jarring Yuji back to reality.
All traces of melancholy instantly vanished, replaced by the dread of being dominated by the class bell.
"This period is Social Studies Class."
Fushiguro said flatly.
The Social Studies Class at a Jujutsu school was naturally different from that of a regular school, covering Jujutsu World common knowledge, laws, rules, and so on.
It was a foundational course that every Jujutsu Sorcerer must take.
"Itadori... and Sukuna, listen carefully. This is prepared specifically for the two of you."
Hearing this, Nobara Kugisaki slumped onto the desk and continued sleeping.
"Oh..." Yuji replied honestly.
Although he felt like he was being singled out, Fushiguro's lecture was genuinely good.
It was clearly structured, the content was precise, and it fully accounted for the understanding capabilities of the two of them.
The information he had known before was very scattered, but now he could finally understand everything about the Jujutsu World completely.
The Jujutsu Sorcerer Grade Classification, Cursed Energy control, Reverse Cursed Technique... Fushiguro explained everything in detail. After all, Yuji was his teammate, and he secretly hoped Yuji could become stronger and live longer.
Yuji propped his head up and listened attentively with Sukuna. After one morning, he felt as if his knowledge had been cleansed and his soul uplifted.
After covering another set of requirements for students at the Jujutsu school—such as not revealing their identity to ordinary people—Fushiguro suddenly asked:
"Now, a question: What is a Curse?"
Yuji, who had been listening with relish, was stumped by the question.
"Eh...? Aren't they just those strange guys we fought before? The ones ordinary people can't see?"
"I knew it..." Fushiguro closed his eyes and sighed softly.
"Ever since I heard your conversation with Gojo Satoru last night, I realized you seem to have a misconception about Curses."
"The things you fought before should technically be called Cursed Spirits."
"A Curse, however, is a general term encompassing everything: Cursed Energy, Cursed Spirits, Cursed Tools, cursed objects, and Jujutsu Sorcery."
"Although we sometimes use 'Curse' to refer to them, what you were trying to ask about last night was actually just Cursed Spirits, right? The ones that are pretty or ugly."
"Huh? Is that really how it is?"
Yuji's eyes widened.
"But Sukuna..."
"Sukuna is currently a Cursed Spirit, a Special Grade Cursed Spirit," Fushiguro emphasized. "Of course, he should possess power far exceeding Special Grade."
Hearing this, Sukuna was a bit confused.
He popped out on Yuji's hand: "But aren't I the King of Curses? Could it be that I'm actually the King of Cursed Spirits?"
"..." Fushiguro looked at the mouth that suddenly appeared and hesitated for a moment.
It was a little awkward explaining the King of Curses to his face.
He rubbed his brow and simply chose not to look at the mouth.
"...Sukuna is called the King of Curses... not because he rules over other Cursed Spirits, but because he is powerful enough."
"Even during the Golden Age of Jujutsu a thousand years ago, Sukuna's understanding and application of Cursed Energy and Jujutsu Sorcery, as well as his own strength as both a Jujutsu Sorcerer and a Curse, stood at the pinnacle of the entire Jujutsu World."
"In every aspect related to Curses, he is the undisputed apex."
"That is why he is called the King of Curses."
Wow—Sukuna is that amazing! Yuji's eyes shone.
Wow—I'm actually that strong! Sukuna's heart swelled.
He suddenly felt motivated to recover his Cursed Technique—after all, his current half-baked state was nothing like his thousand-year-old self.
Imagining his future heroic figure instantly obliterating Special Grade Cursed Spirits, Sukuna felt immense joy internally.
I must recover my strength soon and become a true King of Curses!
So now—
Let's hurry up and continue class!
The sooner he learns and recovers his memory, the sooner he can return to being the King of Curses he once was!
Sukuna looked at Fushiguro with eyes full of thirst for knowledge!
The pleasant morning quickly ended, and the group headed to the training grounds after lunch.
The Second Years had already been waiting for them there.
"You're slow, Megumi."
Maki Zen'in, carrying a training spear on her shoulder, turned her head to look at the three people approaching.
Her gaze settled firmly on Yuji, who was walking behind Fushiguro.
This person, is he the legendary Sukuna's vessel?
"These three are Zen'in-senpai, Inumaki Toge-senpai, and Panda-senpai," Fushiguro began the introductions as the intermediary.
"W-w-w-why is there a Panda?!"
Kugisaki and Yuji exclaimed in unison, their expressions horrified.
Panda immediately waved his paw: "That's right, I'm a Panda~"
"A-and it talks!!"
The two locals felt their worldviews utterly shattered.
Sukuna: ...Even someone who wasn't a local would be shocked by this!
He widened his eyes.
Why does something more incredible than him exist!
"Panda-senpai is a Cursed Corpse... I'll explain the specifics to you later."
Fushiguro turned his head and gave them a look.
Yuji was the first to react.
He immediately stood straight and shouted loudly: "Hello, seniors! My name is Itadori Yuji, please take good care of me!"
He finished with a standard 90-degree bow.
He could feel the gazes of the three people opposite him focused on him, carrying a sense of wariness and scrutiny.
His heart sank, realizing they might be guarding against Sukuna inside him.
"Oh, oh, Yuji, right? Hello," Panda-senpai responded gently.
Yuji straightened up and answered.
After thinking for a moment, he raised the back of his left hand and introduced him with great camaraderie.
"Also, this is Sukuna, a Special Grade Cursed Spirit."
He paused, and to prevent the Second Years from getting nervous, he thoughtfully added:
"Amnesia Version."
Sukuna: ... 'Amnesia Version,' huh?
Sure enough, the seniors' expressions became wary the moment they heard Sukuna. Maki-senpai's hand even secretly reached for her weapon.
But upon hearing the four words "Amnesia Version," their faces looked strange, and the tension briefly eased.
"I mean... do you introduce a Special Grade Cursed Spirit like that to everyone?"
Maki Zen'in twitched her eye, her tone unfriendly.
Jujutsu Sorcerers are naturally hostile toward Curses, let alone the legendary King of Curses.
The fact that they were standing this close to him was only because Gojo Satoru had personally instructed them.
Maki Zen'in even had a momentary impulse to grab Fushiguro and pull him back to protect him.
The aggressive tone made Sukuna a little displeased.
Although he expected to be treated maliciously by other Jujutsu Sorcerers, he hadn't expected it to happen so quickly, and from Yuji's seniors, no less.
However, he said nothing, remaining quiet and well-behaved.
He didn't want the relationship between Yuji and his seniors to sour because of him.
"No, I don't. I only introduce him because you are my seniors."
Yuji's expression was natural, as if he hadn't detected the hostility in Maki Zen'in's words.
His eyes were sincere as he looked at the three seniors opposite him and said earnestly:
"Even though Sukuna is a Cursed Spirit, he's a really nice guy. If you spend time with him, you'll definitely grow to like him."
Yuji spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were truly introducing an ordinary human friend to everyone, and not a terrifying Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
Sukuna's heart trembled, and the trace of dissatisfaction he felt earlier vanished instantly.
He felt warm inside, like soaking in soft, warm water.
Maki Zen'in and the others were stunned, having not expected such a reaction from Yuji.
She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
After a long pause, she finally tilted her head and said, "Fine, we get it. Anyway, Satoru Gojo told us about him, and we'll help."
"In short, just don't let Sukuna cause any major trouble. Try your best to keep the higher-ups from finding out."
"Oh, oh, thank you, Zen'in-senpai!~"
"Call me Maki."
"Okay, thank you, Maki-senpai!~"
Yuji replied happily.
Then he thought again, lowered his head, and whispered to Sukuna: "Sukuna, do you want to say hello to the seniors?"
Say hello?
Say hello to them?
I am the King of Curses! Can I really be so low-class after being dissed?
Sukuna struggled internally for a while, then finally gave a cold snort and opened a mouth on Yuji's hand, addressing Maki Zen'in.
"Hmph... Who gave you permission to call me by my name?"
"Are we that familiar?"
"...Please refer to me as 'Ryomen'!"
Maki Zen'in: "...?"
What the hell is "Ryomen"?
The scene fell silent for a moment.
After a long time, Maki Zen'in's unusually calm voice was heard.
"He couldn't possibly... think his surname... is 'Ryomen,' could he?..."
"...?"
Huh?
Sukuna froze.
It's not?
Isn't his name "Ryomen Sukuna"?
Yuji lowered his head awkwardly and secretly explained to Sukuna: "I heard Gojo-sensei say that you were called Ryomen Sukuna because you have two faces. Your name is just Sukuna... Ryomen is not a surname."
Sukuna: "..."
—!!!
Is that true?!—
"Pfft..."
Someone laughed softly first.
Immediately, the low laughter grew louder and louder.
Maki Zen'in tried to hold it in but suddenly burst into hearty laughter.
"It really is the Amnesia Version! He doesn't even remember his own name! Ah ha ha ha ha!"
Sukuna: "..."
Help.
Why did no one tell me about such an important detail before?!
Didn't he just lose face in front of the Second Years!
He clutched his precarious, no, shattered dignity—
He was so embarrassed he felt like he could instantly carve out an Innate Domain—