[ Author note: If you want more chapters you better give me all your power stones this this fic more popular and leave comments or else I will give you one chapter every two weeks.
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Just to let everyone know this time is 2017 15th February, which means 2 months before Inumaki, panda and maki joins Jujutsu tech. ]
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One week later.
Rumi stood in the middle of her room, which felt too large and too empty. She zipped up the last of her three suitcases with a sharp, final sound. It was stuffed with casual clothes, her favorite jackets, workout gear and nothing that looked like a school uniform. She glanced around, her eyes landing on her bedside drawer.
"Sigh."
She walked over and pulled it open, Inside was a simple framed photo.
A five-year-old Rumi with a mess of white hair was beaming, held in the arms of her mother, Hinata. Both were smiling, a picture of pure, uncomplicated happiness from a time before headaches, before cursed energy, before getting transferred to a new school made by Jujutsu society.
Rumi picked it up, her thumb tracing the edge of the frame thinking how her life changing so soon.
'This is fucking ridiculous,' she thought, the familiar anger simmering just beneath the surface. 'Those damn old farts manipulated the entire scene just to get their hands on me. Sure, I've got a massive amount of cursed energy, but I had a life here. My mum is sick...'
She sighed, the anger momentarily tempered by a grudging acknowledgment. 'Well three days, Gojo did tell me he'd get the best doctors in the world to look after her
But that doesn't excuse how the whole Jujutsu society just uses people for their own interests. I'm not a person to them, I'm a weapon they're to use against powerful curses.'
With a final, soft look at the photo, she wrapped it in a sweater and carefully placed it in the suitcase before closing it up.
Carrying all three suitcases downstairs was no effort for her, but their weight felt symbolic for leaving her mum behind.
She found her mother waiting in the living room, leaning against the sofa. Hinata's blue eyes, though tired, were sharp with concern.
"You don't look happy, Rumi," she said softly. "Is it because of this sudden transfer?"
"Of course it is, Mum," Rumi replied, setting the suitcases down. Her voice was tight. "Some rich old guys decided I'm a 'problem' because I wouldn't let bullies walk all over people. They started it, they just couldn't handle the lesson i give them. I'd rather be here, looking after you than shipped off to some... boarding school."
Hinata looked at her daughter, a sad smile on her face. She understood her daughter's protective fury better than anyone.
"Rumi, I know you want to help me and having you here is my greatest joy, but you can't put all your time for me."
She walked forward, placing a gentle hand on Rumi's shoulder. "I'm not saying I don't want you around. I'm trying to say that your life, your future, is more important than mine. You deserve this opportunity and deserve to see what you can really do."
Before Rumi could protest, Hinata pulled her into a warm, firm hug. "I will be fine, baby. The new doctors Satoru Gojo recommended are already scheduling tests. And... you should try to be nice to him. I had a chat with him and can tell he's a good man. He seems to be a fun teacher to be around."
Rumi cringed internally, her face buried in her mother's shoulder.
Of course her mum would fall for that overrated pretty boy's charm. The collective glazing of Gojo Satoru from her past life was bad enough she didn't need it from her own mother. She was suddenly intensely grateful that Gojo had the sense to keep his eyes hidden during that visit.
He's a good teacher, she had to admit to herself, and a fun person but can be annoying. She just hoped her mum's assessment was based on his character as an educator and not that light-skinned charm offensive she called a personality. She had a dad, after all, even if he was a ghost who only provided income.
Pulling away from the hug, Rumi gave a resigned nod. "I'll... try not to punch him on the first day."
That earned a genuine laugh and kiss on her forehead from her mother. "That's my girl."
Taking a deep breath, Rumi grabbed her suitcases and opened the front door.
Parked at the curb was a sleek, black standard sedan. Standing beside it was a nervous-looking man in glasses who she instantly recognized as Ijichi.
Another person leaning against the car, looking utterly out of place in his casual wear and blindfold, was Satoru Gojo himself. He waved at Rumi with exaggerated enthusiasm
"Yo, Rumi! You excited for your new school~?"
Rumi groaned, the sound echoing her complete and utter reluctance.
But with a final lingering look at her mother standing in the doorway, she walks towards the car and shoved her suitcases into the trunk and slid into the back seat of the car, giving a half-hearted wave goodbye.
[Few hours later]
Hours bled into one another on the long drive. The cityscape had long since given way to tree filled roads. Rumi was mindlessly crushing candies in Candy crush on her phone, but she noticed her battery was in 10%.
Rumi grabs her power bank to plug it in her phone then put it beside her with a sigh the silence in the car becoming oppressive.
After minutes later she broke it, her voice sharp and aimed directly at the man in the passenger seat.
"Y'know, I don't get why you agreed to this. You told me that place is where people with cursed energy like me are trained to become sorcerers and exorcise curses, but you could've let me finish the school year.
Or you could've just left me the hell alone but nope, You and those other fuckers did something behind my back and forced me to join your little club."
Her killing intent was sharp and cold, flooded the car's interior. Her ears elongated, shifting subtly into the form of rabbit ears that twitched with agitation. In the driver's seat, Ijichi began to sweat profusely, his grip on the wheel turning white-knuckled as he felt the pressure aimed at his passenger.
Gojo, however, looked utterly unbothered, still leaning back as if he didn't have a care in the world.
"I wish it were that simple, Usagiyama Rumi," he said, his tone losing its usual playful lilt and soewhat serious.
"But those higher-ups' don't play by simple rules. A teenager with the amount of raw power you're holding? They wouldn't see a person, they'd see a threat waiting to happen."
He finally turned his head slightly in her direction. "The most likely scenario? They'd send sorcerers to 'assess' you. And their assessment usually ends with m an execution order, or a cage. And while I have no doubt you could handle the ones they'd send first, it wouldn't stop. They'd keep escalating. That kind of conflict... it would inevitably draw your mother into the crossfire. I couldn't let that happen."
He slightly pulled up his blindfold as a single, stunningly clear crystal blue eye glanced back at her glaring at him for mentioning her mum into this
"What I'm trying to do is supporting you and your mother. at Jujutsu High, you will be under my care as a student and not a threat to be neutralized by Jujutsu society.
I can teach you to master that power you have. I can make you so strong that not the higher-ups and any curse can ever force you or your family into a corner again."
Rumi was silent, her killing intent diminished and relaxed slightly as she processed his words.
She's still mad that those higher ups did, but it kind of make sense because he was offering her protection by making Rumi his student and have better training to get better control of her cursed energy.
But she's also curious to meet other characters and spar with them so she wouldn't feel bored.
"Fine," she said, the word tasting like ash but filled with grudging acceptance. "But the second I decide this isn't working for me... I'm gone."
Gojo didn't argue with that, just simply pulled his blindfold back down and smiled, a genuine, approving smirk.
"That's the spirit."
He leans back, scrolling through his phone in Instagram of people going to different bakeries.
......
The black sedan finally rolled to a stop at the end of a long, secluded mountain road. Ijichi killed the engine, and the silence of the deep woods settled around them, broken only by the chirping of birds.
Rumi shoved the car door open and stepped out, her nose wrinkling at the crisp, pine-scented air. It was a far cry from the exhaust fumes and constant hum of Tokyo. She yanked her three suitcases from the trunk with ease, her eyes scanning the traditional Japanese building stood before them.
A strange sense of déjà vu washed over her.
' So this is it, Tokyo Jujutsu High huh? I have to say it looks more like a sanctuary than how schools look.'
She remembered some areas in the anime like the courtyard, classrooms and the training grounds look better than any other school she been through from her previous life and this life.
The only problem she have is how there's a small amount of students with cursed energy, or those born with a Heavenly Restriction like Maki or toji attend to this massive place that feels empty.
Gojo moves beside her, hands tucked in his pockets.
"Well, what do you think? Nice and quiet, right? Great for focused studying or ass-kicking whichever you prefer Rumi."
Rumi didn't smile, she just gestured vaguely at the imposing, traditional complex with a touch of her chin pretending of her being here the first time.
She ask a question to gojo about this school.
"What's the public cover story for a school all the way out here in the middle of nowhere? A cult school, disciplinary school or just a military school. Because you and your shady friends didn't made fabricated information of this school for physical activities from the beginning till I was on your guys radar."
Rumi said looking at gojo with a deadpan stare.
Gojo respond her questions. "So cynical! It's registered as a private school" he said, his tone that of a well-rehearsed tour guide. "For decades many people in the public think it's a private religious school, in reality it's a place where many sorcerers are trained here."
He turns his head at Rumi direction with a smile. "But, knowing your... particular distaste for anything too philosophical, we might added a heavy emphasis on elite-level athletic training, state-of-the-art dojos, and a competitive martial arts focus in paperwork.
You know, to better align with the profile of a kickboxing champion with 'disciplinary issues.' Seemed more your liking than meditation and praying, that way it can convince your old principal to transfer you here."
Rumi almost snorted. It was a smart move, a private religious angle would have made her teachers and principal instantly suspicious of this school she's going to transfer. But a school for athletic prodigies and discipline? That, she could understand as a cover.
Before she could reply, Gojo clapped his hands together. "Alright! Sightseeing later. First and most important order of business you have an appointment with the principal."
Rumi raised a white eyebrow. "The principal?"
"Masamichi Yaga," Gojo said, his tone is still nonchalant . "He's the one who makes the call on all admissions not me. Can't have you officially enrolled until he gives the thumbs-up. But don't worry he's a big softie, he Loves making cute stuff animals. Just be your charming self."
Ijichi, who had been nervously walking beside them, finally spoke up. "I-I'll take your luggage Usagiyama-san."
With a final, resigned sigh, Rumi left her suitcases with Ijichi and followed Gojo through Jujutsu high.
..........
'So this is what Principal Yaga premises look like in this point of view.'
Rumi and gojo arrived infront of the Principal premises, she couldn't help but smile thinking bsck how Yuji struggled against a cursed corpse when he first went inside to meet and answer principal Yaga questions.
He understands that Jujutsu society needs a change like how gojo thinks.
But her small flashback of her previous life was interrupted by satoru gojo voice.
"You know," he said, tilting his head as he looked at her. "the way your ears morph into rabbit ears must be your Cursed Technique's manifestation. You've had them on this whole time, ever since you were glaring daggers at me in the car. You planning on keeping them out? Might give the wrong impression."
Rumi didn't even glance at him, her crimson eyes still fixed on the door, her heightened hearing scanning for any threat from within. "Why shouldn't I? I need to be ready in case this is a trap. For all I know, you've got a bunch of guys in there waiting to jump me."
Gojo let out an exaggerated sigh. "So serious! This is a school for crying out loud it's not like some enemy will barged in this school and attack students."
Rumi look at him as if he's an idiot for saying that, because it did happened from the original story where his dropout friend suguru getto cause the 100 demon parade event so he can kill Yuta and take Rika, only to die by their power of love.
Rumi let out a long, exasperated sigh. Arguing with the strongest sorcerer alive about punctuality was a losing battle. She just wanted to get this stupid meeting over with.
"You're twenty minutes late, Satoru!" Yaga's voice boomed, though he didn't even look up from his stitching.
Gojo merely picked his ear with his pinkie finger, examining the results with feigned interest. "You're so loud, principal Yaga! You'll scare the new kid she's already grumpy enough of what happened."
Yaga finally set his needle down with a sigh and stood up, his imposing frame now holding the floppy lion plush.
his gaze landed on Rumi, who stood with her arms tightly crossed, her white rabbit ears twitching with blatant impatience and suspicion.
His tone was deep and stern. "My name is Masamichi Yaga and I am the principal of this school, you must be Usagiyama Rumi.
I apologize for my yelling, you see Satoru's inability to grasp the concept of a schedule is a failing I have yet to get it in his head."
Gojo just waves Masamichi Yaga which he sighs again.
"I understand this situation is far from ideal," Yaga continued, his gaze returning to Rumi. "But this was the most secure path forward. The Jujutsu higher-ups are... about powerful individuals operating outside their system. To them, an unregistered person of your caliber is less a person and more of an unsecured asset. They tend to treat such things with extreme prejudice. Bringing you here was the most efficient way to shield you and your mother from that."
Rumi rolls her eyes of his answer.
He let out a short, grunting sigh. "Hopefully, you will be less trouble than the other two Satoru dragged into this school since last year December and they were a massive headache to deal with."
Rumi's ears twitched again, this time in curiosity because the word two was brought here last year December was new.
She remembered in Jujutsu Kaisen 0 Yuta was recruited in November 2016, Maki, inumaki and panda weren't here until April.
Who else gojo bring into this school and did her existence really did change things for new individuals to pop up?
Before she could even begin to theorize, Yaga asked his question, his voice dropping to its most serious, gravelly tone.
"Setting aside the circumstances of your arrival, I need to know. What is your desire now that you are here?"
"To be left alone," Rumi shot back instantly, her crimson eyes narrowed. "To live a quiet life with my mum, train how I want, and not have my life upended by a bunch of scheming old men in fancy kimonos."
"A noble desire for a peaceful life," Yaga acknowledged, not unkindly. "And what of the desires of others for that same peace? Curses exist solely to shatter those lives. What is your answer to them?"
As if on a silent cue, the lion cursed corpse Yaga had been mending suddenly shuddered to life with a comical squeak of stuffing.
It leaped from his hand, its soft, padded fist swinging in a wide, slow arc aimed at Rumi's head.
Rumi didn't even flinch, her body moved on pure instinct and In a blur of motion, her leg snapped up in a devastating kick that connected with the plushie's head with a solid, satisfying THWUMP.
The lion was sent rocketing across the room, comically bouncing off the wall with a soft boing before landing next to principal Yaga.
"Then I'll beat the absolute crap out of every last one of them," she declared, striking a confident, thumb pointed at herself pose. "So those people can have their quiet lives, but I'm not doing it for you and not doing it for the geriatric higher class that strong-armed me into this mess. I'm doing it because it's what I decide is right."
A rare, almost imperceptible smirk touched the corners of Principal Yaga's mouth. He gave a firm nod of approval, he stepped forward and handed her a small, laminated ID card.
Rumi looked down at it. It was a Jujutsu High sorcerer ID. Her unimpressed school photo stared back at her. But the text beside it made her raise an eyebrow:
USAGIYAMA, RUMI RANK: GRADE 2
"From this moment, you are an official jujutsu sorcerer," Yaga stated. "Your raw power is... frankly, alarming. However, this rank reflects your current lack of formal jujutsu battle experience and our profoundly limited understanding of your full capabilities.
A higher grade is not given it is earned through demonstrated control and results." His tone made it clear this was both a lesson and a necessary compromise with the nervous higher-ups.
'Bunch of assholes,' Rumi thought, shoving the card into her pocket without another word.
Gojo clapped his hands together, breaking the serious mood. "Woo! Okay! Boring adult talk over! Now for the fun part the grand tour! Dorms, classrooms, cafeteria, training fields–oh! Almost forgot, I need to introduce you to the two trouble maker students Principal Yaga mentioned!"
They walk out of the premises, gojo casually talks about this place which Rumi ignored and Principal Yaga was stitching up the lion cursed corpse that was grumbling of what Rumi did.
While Gojo and Rumi walk, she couldn't help but think of two people that were recruited by gojo.
'Who else were recruited by Jujutsu tech and what kind of people are they?'
Rumi thought, but she will get to meet them soon and want to know them.
..........
In one of Jujutsu Techh classrooms, the air was still and heavy, thick with the scent of old wood and stale smoke.
A teenager lounged at a desk, his posture the very picture of insolent ease. His fair skin and lean build were clad in an all-dark blue ensemble jacket and pants. His most striking feature, however, was his eyes voids of black sclera with piercing white irises that held a unnerving, lazy focus. He took a long, slow drag from a cigarette, the tip glowing bright orange, then casually rested his boots on the desktop, exhaling a plume of smoke toward the ceiling.
Across the room, a stark contrast in presence, was a second figure. He stood an imposing 6'10", his massive, well-built frame seeming to strain the very space around him. He wore a black hoodie pulled low, with a tight grey shirt beneath that clearly outlined the powerful definition of his abs and pectorals. Black fingerless gloves covered his hands, which were crossed over his chest. His entire head was concealed by a sleek, featureless red mask.
In the silence, two points of faint, ominous crimson light ignited behind the eye holes of the mask, casting a faint red glow.
End
[Author note: And that's it for this chapter, the next chapter I will upload images soon you guys can have a better look on their appearance. Now give me some power stones or else there will be 2 weeks!]