January 2014.
The first week of the new year had barely begun, yet the screens in Kurotsuki Tenkai's office were already alive with data streams and holographic projections. Lines of code, AI-generated blueprints, and neural patterns flickered before his galaxy-hued eyes.
Tenkai sat in silence, the low hum of his workspace resonating like a digital heartbeat. Aion, his ever-present AI, projected multiple company projects in midair—each marked "Completed," "In Progress," or "Under Optimization."
Then, one name caught his attention.
Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School
Project Type: AI-driven Education System + Security Integration
Status: Completed (2013, December)
He frowned slightly."...That name. It sounds familiar," he murmured.
Scrolling through the documents, the blue holographic light reflected in his galaxy eyes. Then it clicked.
Classroom of the Elite.
He leaned back, exhaling softly. "You've got to be kidding me…"
The school wasn't just similar — it was identical to the one from the anime. A government-funded institution that took Japan's most promising students and isolated them on a self-sustaining artificial island. Their goal: to cultivate the nation's future elites through ruthless competition, hidden assessments, and psychological warfare disguised as "education."
"A place where hierarchy decides worth. Points define life. And manipulation is a subject."Tenkai thought, recalling the series he'd watched years ago.
Aion's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Aion: "Incidentally, that same school extended an invitation to you, Master. They wish to express their gratitude and invite you as an honored guest for the completion ceremony of their AI systems."
Tenkai blinked. "An invitation? When?"
Aion: "Last night. I delayed the notification while you were resting. My apologies."
He chuckled softly. "You're forgiven. Let's see…" He skimmed through the digital envelope.
"We would be honored if Mr. Kurotsuki could visit next Tuesday."
He smiled faintly. "Then Tuesday it is. Send them a confirmation. And tell them I'll be bringing a guest."
Aion: "Guest confirmed. Let me guess — Gojo Satoru?"
Tenkai grinned. "Who else?"
Tuesday — The Visit
The sound of a teleportation whoosh echoed through Tenkai's driveway."Yo, Tenkai~!" Gojo Satoru appeared wearing his iconic blindfold and casual white coat, sipping bubble tea.
Tenkai stepped out of the garage, dressed in a sleek black coat and gloves, his galaxy eyes gleaming faintly under the winter sunlight. Behind him rolled out his newest creation — a Lamborghini Huracán, midnight-black with faint blue energy circuits pulsing across its body like veins of light.
Gojo whistled. "Oh-ho! Someone's showing off. Did you steal this from Batman?"Tenkai smirked, unlocking the car. "I built half of its AI systems myself. Try not to break anything."
"Can it fly?" Gojo asked immediately.
"Not yet. Don't tempt me."
The moment the Huracán roared to life, the car's AI greeted them.
AI: "Destination: Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School. Estimated arrival: one hour."
As the cityscape blurred past, Tenkai explained. "The school is a government project — part of Japan's initiative to produce perfect citizens. They claim it guarantees 100% employment after graduation. It's technically a boarding school, but in truth, it's a social experiment."
Gojo leaned back, half-listening. "Sounds boring. Any cute teachers?"
Tenkai side-eyed him. "That's your takeaway?"
"Hey, I'm just asking the real questions."
Tenkai chuckled softly before continuing, "There's another layer. I found traces of something called the White Room Project. A different organization with the same ideology — creating 'perfect humans' through extreme psychological and academic control."Gojo sipped his drink, suddenly intrigued. "So... like a cursed version of elite cram school?"
"In a sense. But without cursed energy — only manipulation, hierarchy, and intellect."
Arrival — The Island of Elites
After an hour-long drive, the Huracán crossed the bridge to the artificial island that housed the school. The scenery changed drastically — sleek towers, advanced monitoring systems, and sprawling greenery surrounded the modern campus.
Security personnel instantly recognized the car, and by the time they parked in the main courtyard, word had already reached the Chairman — Narumori Sakayanagi.
As the two stepped out, heads turned. The sleek car gleamed in the sunlight, drawing curious glances from students and staff alike.
Within minutes, a composed, elderly man approached them, his cane tapping the ground."Mr. Kurotsuki, Mr. Gojo — welcome. I am Narumori Sakayanagi, Chairman of this institution."
Tenkai shook his hand politely. "An honor, Chairman. Your school's infrastructure turned out well."
Gojo, standing beside him with his usual smirk, added, "Yeah, your place looks like Hogwarts had a baby with a tech startup."
The chairman laughed lightly. "A fitting analogy, perhaps.", surprisingly unoffended. "I see why you two are famous."
They sat in his office briefly as he explained the school's philosophy:
"We aim to nurture individuals who can adapt, lead, and excel — without relying solely on grades. Every decision, every interaction, carries consequences. Meritocracy at its purest form."
Gojo leaned toward Tenkai, whispering, "Translation: high school Hunger Games."Tenkai gave a faint smile. "Accurate enough."
Afterward, the chairman called for a student from the student council. Moments later, a tall, composed young man entered."I am Horikita Manabu, first-year student and member of the Student Council. I'll be your guide today."
Tenkai nodded. "Kurotsuki Tenkai. This is my… colleague, Gojo Satoru."
Gojo gave a mock salute. "Sup, kid."
Manabu blinked once, unsure if it was a joke. Then, with quiet professionalism, he began the tour.
Touring the Future
The tour was impressive. Advanced dorms, AI-integrated classrooms, holographic training rooms, even private leisure domes. Everywhere they looked, precision and efficiency radiated.
Gojo, ever the entertainer, muttered under his breath, "Man, if I'd known this existed, I'd have ditched jujutsu school immediately. Free food and fancy gadgets? Sign me up."
By 4 p.m., classes had ended. A few students recognized the young billionaire walking through campus, their phones already snapping photos.
"Kurotsuki-sama! Can we get a picture?"
Soon enough, the crowd thickened — especially when Gojo joined in.
"Ladies, please, one selfie at a time," Gojo said with mock seriousness. "My charm isn't infinite."
Tenkai sighed, half amused, half resigned. "You're worse than a celebrity."
Meanwhile, Gojo posed dramatically. "Oh, you want selfies? Don't fight, ladies — there's enough of me for everyone."
The students squealed; Tenkai could only sigh, half-amused.
Within minutes, rumors spread through the school's Information Club:
"Two insanely handsome guys are visiting!""One of them drives a Lamborghini!""The other might be a model!"
Before the chaos reached critical mass, Horikita efficiently escorted them away. Gojo reluctantly waved to his adoring fans.
During the walk back, Tenkai asked, "So, how are classes structured here?"Horikita replied, "Each class competes in points and performance. Advancement depends on merit. It's... intense."Tenkai nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Efficient, but merciless."Horikita gave a respectful nod. "That's one way to describe it. May I ask — are you attending university soon?"Tenkai smiled faintly. "No need. My work teaches me more than lectures could."
Evening — Game Night
Back home, Gojo had tagged along, shamelessly lounging on Tenkai's couch."So," Gojo said, holding a controller, "where's my promised game?"
Tenkai sighed but smiled.
"Fine. You wanted something simple and chaotic — I built this last week. It's called FallGuys."
Gojo's eyes widened. "You made a game... for fun?"
"Technically, I made a gaming engine better than Unreal and Unity while optimizing my Steam-like platform. But yes, for fun."
Minutes later, they were both shouting at their monitors. Gojo cursed loudly as a jellybean avatar grabbed him mid-race."WHOEVER DID THAT — I'LL EXORCISE YOU!"Tenkai was laughing silently, focusing on his run.
Then, suddenly — both of them froze.
Their laughter died.
Both removed their headsets simultaneously, eyes narrowing.
"...You felt that too, right?" Gojo asked, his tone suddenly serious.
Tenkai's galaxy eyes gleamed faintly.
"Yes," he murmured.
[To be continued...]