Before becoming a full-time nanny for Mirai, Mihoko Takayanagi was a Grade 2 sorcerer.
Her technique, "Eternal Youth," allowed her to maintain peak physical condition as long as her cursed energy wasn't depleted. Think of it like an enhanced version of Reversed Cursed Technique, but it only worked on herself. She was born to fight—well, more accurately, she was a naturally gifted athlete.
In addition to combat skills, Mihoko had outstanding intuition and understanding. Aside from her job as Mirai's nanny, she also served as his physical education coach.
Don't be fooled by her gentle demeanor. Mihoko was a graceful, voluptuous woman who spoke softly and carried herself elegantly. Had she not been focused on her future career, neglecting training over the years, she would've reached Grade 1 long ago.
Still, Mihoko often said:
"If I just focused and trained seriously for a week, getting to Grade 1 wouldn't be a problem."
But Young Master Mirai is just too adorable\~ She didn't want to be away from him for even a second!
The contrast between genius and mediocrity was perfectly illustrated in Mihoko Takayanagi. Geniuses can do everything. Mediocre people fail at everything.
...
In a dark alley behind the hardware store...
Satoru Gojo stood with arms folded, looking down at Jiro Kurisaka, who was blocking his path.
"Wow\~ Not only did you not run, you came looking for me instead... you've got guts, loser. So, did you prepare your coffin yet?"
"Y-You're just a kid!" Jiro's voice trembled.
Only now did he fully realize—he was in the same space as this young man. His earlier assumptions had been so naive!
The Six Eyes were just tools to assist in controlling techniques. The true overwhelming presence... came from the young man himself.
A monster.
A higher being.
His heart pounded with instinctual terror, like prey hunted by a ferocious beast!
"Why aren't you coming at me?"
"If you won't, I'll just head over there myself."
As Gojo cracked his knuckles, a sharp sound echoed.
Then he vanished from Jiro's sight.
"Whoa!"
Faced with a youth whose speed vastly exceeded his own, Jiro's only hope was his refined technique.
"STOP!"
"I carry the future of all sorcerers!!!"
BOOM!!!
A powerful force yanked him backward!
When Jiro regained awareness, his body had already been embedded into the alley wall. Cracks spread from his impact point in all directions!
Strangely, he didn't seem severely injured.
Only his clothes bore signs of the encounter—deep gray scuff marks from the wall's dust.
"What...?"
Because of an agreement with his bargain-bin older brother, Gojo had used his "Cursed Technique: Blue" at full power.
A proven, boundless technique from the past.
But the attack seemed ineffective against Jiro.
The shattered wall proved the technique's power remained intact.
So...
The answer was clear!
Gojo wasted no time analyzing the battlefield.
The moment he used his technique, a radiant smile bloomed on his face.
"You little punk. Now you get it, right? Your proud 'Limitless' is useless against me!"
"Oh? So your technique is 'Reversal of Strength and Weakness,' huh?"
"!!"
Just as Jiro felt a moment of relief from surviving disaster, the boy's words sliced through like a reaper's scythe!
Jiro broke out in a cold sweat!!!
Every year, cursed spirits grow stronger...
Now he understood.
Because of this guy.
Satoru Gojo.
From the moment Gojo was born, the world's balance had been disrupted!
They were supposed to be free...
Now, Gojo's overwhelming presence completely overshadowed another extraordinary figure—Mirai!
Suddenly, an unseen force surged around Jiro. His body floated uncontrollably.
The sensation was like being crushed deep underwater, an escalating force squeezing him from all sides.
It was reaching the critical threshold of the 'Reversal of Strength and Weakness' technique!
With no one left to help him, escape was impossible.
He could only wait in terror for death to arrive!
"Jiro, have you thought about your final words?"
"I—"
Suddenly, the gravitational force intensified.
Before Jiro could finish his sentence, his body collapsed inward, reduced to a splatter of crimson flesh that burst in every direction!
"Oh?"
"Let's go, let's go\~"
"Your body's too weak. Couldn't even last a second. What a pity."
There wasn't a hint of remorse on Gojo's wild, grinning face.
"YOSHI!"
He clenched his fists excitedly.
The boy raised his head, looking in another direction.
Two beams of red light burst through the clouds, slicing across the sky!
"Big bro... It's not over yet."
"Shaden!!!"
...
"Watt's Law??"
The speed of light was terrifying.
There was no time to react, no chance to summon the Yata Mirror.
Jadoro, seated below, was hit and forced to shed her mimicry disguise.
Her fluffy white tail was scorched in several places but rapidly healed.
At this moment, Mirai, like his comrades, wore a confused expression.
He stared at the being that had just fired lasers at him—the so-called 'Divine Eye.'
Nearby was a 'Divine Body' that had tanked Mokuro's full strike for three seconds before finally being knocked away.
What kind of castrated, Frankenstein-like superhuman was this?
If this was the logic, then the pig ears and butt-faced creature beside the old woman must be 'Divine Ears' and 'Divine Brain,' right??
"A shikigami guarding from the shadows? What a shame..."
Though Mokuro's power surprised the old sorceress, she had an ace up her sleeve that rivaled or even surpassed Special Grades.
"This battle... I have the upper hand!"
'Divine Body'—a steel-hard physique, with strength and speed to match.
'Divine Eyes'—eyes that could shoot lasers strong enough to melt gold and shatter stone.
'Divine Ears'—hearing so sharp it could detect the flap of an insect's wing ten kilometers away.
'Divine Brain'—linked to the other three, capable of processing and sharing all sensory data.
These four abilities came from ancient magical artifacts the sorceress recently excavated from a long-lost wizard's tomb.
Their original owners were four brothers born from the same womb—a miracle in the world of magic.
They were divided into four categories based on potential and always loved each other.
There was no betrayal. No infighting.
Thus, they left no mark on magical history. No one even knew they existed.
Until now.
Through the sorceress's "Descent Ritual," these four were forcibly fused.
A neutered version of Superman.
He was about to carve his legacy into the magical world!
And bring glory to the jujutsu world!
That's how it was supposed to go...
Then I saw it.
The old woman raised her staff and shouted:
"Time's up!"
"Grandson!!"
"For the future of all sorcerers... GIVE YOUR LIFE!!!"