Outside the Gymnasium.
After enduring the brainwashing speeches of Kento, Yamamoto, and several other school shareholders, noon finally arrived.
"Students, I'm hungry. You guys go disperse and eat by yourselves."
Leaving those words behind, Gojo Satoru shot out of the scene.
His running speed was ridiculously fast—within the blink of an eye, he was nothing more than a small black dot on the horizon.
Everyone who remained couldn't help but click their tongues in awe.
"…At this speed, he could easily be a professional sprinter."
But now was not the time to marvel. What mattered most at this moment was food.
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Off-Campus – Nearby Restaurant.
"What?! Onii-chan, you actually became a teacher at Seika High?!"
(Note: Should i keep it Onii-chan or change it to brother? )
Across the table, Umaru's little mouth hung open wide, as if she could swallow an egg whole.
In front of her, Gojo Satoru was calmly devouring white rice with his usual air of nonchalance.
Just ten minutes ago, he had suddenly called Umaru out to eat some delicious food. While they were ordering, he casually mentioned that he was now a teacher at Subo High School—and not just that, but the head teacher of Class F in the first year.
"Why? You don't believe in your brother's teaching skills?" Gojo glanced at her lazily, speaking with a bored tone.
For him, being "all-rounded," teaching was nothing. Compared to the professors of Tokyo University, he felt more than capable.
"It's not that!" Umaru quickly waved her hands in denial.
"It's just… Onii-chan, what about your old job? Did you resign?"
Gojo took another bite of rice and said casually, "No. I just felt tired and decided to take a vacation to reward myself. Things were getting boring anyway, so I figured—why not have some fun as a teacher at Seika High?"
His face was perfectly straight, as if everything he said was completely natural.
"…'felt tired'? And what's with this 'vacation to reward yourself'?" Umaru muttered under her breath.
"Onii-chan, just admit it—you didn't want to do your old job anymore, so you quit. Why dress it up with such nice words?"
Gojo only smiled inwardly at her words. He could more or less guess what Umaru was thinking, but he didn't care.
.....
Flashback – One Year Ago.
When Gojo Satoru first crossed into this world, curiosity burned within him.
He wanted to know exactly how deep the world that he is staying in were.
To his little sister-Umaru, he made up an excuse: "I found a high-paying but easy job, so I might be away often. Don't worry about me."
But in reality, things were far different.
Using the Six Eyes, he forcefully distorted the two realms of reality and impurity with his immense cursed energy.
While exploring the wilderness, he encountered—two of the Twelve Heavenly Guardian, known respectively as Kankuro Mitosaka and Tatara. They were investigating traces of a Basara.
To them, Gojo was a mystery, a variable.
At first, they were wary, preparing to capture him and take him to Kyoto for questioning.
But before they could act, the very Basara they were tracking appeared.
At that moment, Gojo understood.
So this is the highest-class impurity of this world… a Basara.
Its signature dark brown skin, blood-colored eyes, and foul aura confirmed it.
Gojo grinned while looking at Basara.
Perfect chance to test my hand.
He started with some casual verbal jabs, until the Basara grew enraged and attacked viciously.
The result?
A one-sided tragedy.
No matter how violently the Basara struck, Gojo's body—and even his clothing—remained completely unharmed.
Untouchable.
With nothing more than a casual palm strike infused with Limitless, he blow the creature's body apart, leaving only its head intact.
Then, with a playful grin, he grabbed the severed head and started playing with it like a ball before finally getting bored and slamming it to the ground.
Kankuro Mitosaka and Tatara were struck speechless.
They knew exactly what they had just witnessed.
But no matter what, they were not able to bring themselves to believe that.
Basara was a calamity of the highest level—something that even one of the Twelve Heavenly Generals should not face alone.
Yet, this random guy had treated that calamity level threat like a toy.
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Headquarters of the Exorcist Union (or Yin-yang Bureau) ,
At Kankuro Mitosaka insistence, Gojo followed him to the Headquarters in Kyoto.
Because of his animated description of the battle—completed with the exaggerated hand gestures and his skilled at playing football—the other Twelve Heavenly Generals all gathered, along with Tsuchimikado Arima himself.
Arima remained skeptical about the whole fight.
He even wanted one of the Generals to test Gojo's power firsthand, to see if it is true or not, even though two of the general said that it was true.
But Gojo leaned casually against the wall, hands in his pockets, his signature smile never leaving his face, said:
"Hey, don't bother sending just one of you. Why not come at me all together?"
"…Oh? Your Excellency, what exactly do you mean by that?" Arima narrowed his eyes, his tone said as he asked the question.
"Ah, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean anything special. I just meant… you guys are really weak, you know?" Gojo said with a mocking smile in his face.
The atmosphere froze.
Even Cordelia, the most stoic among the Generals, felt anger stir in her chest.
The others were even more angered at being underestimated.
Being dismissed as "weak" by an outsider… and being told to fight him all together, feel like an insults to them.
Even if he was strong, how arrogant could he be?
"Pfft—HAHAHAHA! How interesting. Very interesting indeed."
Arima suddenly covered his face, his laughter echoing unnaturally.
"In that case, Your Excellency, don't blame us if things… get out of hand."
He raised his hand.
"The Gate of Calamity—open!"
Thus, began a battle that continued for an entire day.
Gojo Satoru against the Twelve Heavenly Generals—and even Tsuchimikado Arima himself, their Leader.
Throughout the battle, Gojo never faltered.
He pressed them down with overwhelming force, his annoying smile never fading as he silently observed their every techniques.
He didn't even need to analyze consciously—the Six Eyes automatically dissected every principle, every hidden mechanism behind their arts, behind their used of techniques.
This had been his true purpose in provoking them: to fully understand the power system of this world.
After all, if he had wanted, he could've ended it all instantly with Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void.
Against that, no one without an equal domain could resist.
And even those who had one… would need to be just as strong as him, or risk being swallowed whole by the counter-domain.
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