Across the grand city of Tokyo, four young teenagers are getting prepared for their first year at the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, or the more common name, Tokyo Jujutsu High.
A young teenage boy is preparing for his arrival at Tokyo Jujutsu High later that morning, packing his clothes neatly and putting cologne in a separate compartment in his suitcase. He brushes his teeth in the bathroom before packing them into the suitcase as well, and he slicks his brown hair back with gel. This young boy's name is Yami Shotaro, and he comes from no sorcerer lineage.
Yami arrives at Tokyo Jujutsu High, walking up the steps and through the red Torii gates. The three other first-years have just arrived as well: a tall kid with bright white hair and blacked-out sunglasses over his face, a short girl with long pink hair and some blemishes across her face, and lastly a muscular guy with bright green hair and a scar across his left cheek.
The boy with the green hair yelled towards the other first-years. "Yo! What are your names?" He said this as he was instinctively flexing his muscles, which were without doubt refined.
The white-haired boy tilted his head slightly toward the green-haired teen, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. "Straight to business, huh?" he said. He lifted two fingers and adjusted his sunglasses just enough to reveal a flash of sharp blue eyes. "Name's Keiko Gojo, heir to the Gojo Clan. Don't slow me down."
The pink-haired girl clicked her tongue, sassily crossing her arms. "Wow, he's as arrogant as they say," she muttered before sighing. "I'm Mina Aoyama. Don't expect me to babysit any of you losers." Despite her sharp words, her eyes darted around the campus with barely hidden excitement.
The muscular boy laughed loudly, slapping a hand against his chest. "Haha! I like this group already. I'm Akira Yamamoto, future special grade sorcerer!" He flashed a confident grin, the scar on his cheek stretching with it.
The three turned towards the last boy.
Yami froze for a second, realizing how normal he looks compared to the other first-years. He shyly put his hand on his head. "Uh, I'm Yami Shotaro. I don't come from a sorcerer family or anything like that, but I'll try my best to keep up!"
There was a brief silence.
"Well, well," a tall figure said from behind them. "What a diverse group of first-years."
The teenagers turned around to see a lanky man stepping out of the school building, hands calmly placed in his pants pockets. He had blonde slick backed hair, and his hazel eyes were calm.
"Welcome to Tokyo Jujutsu High," the man continued. "I will be your instructor."
He paused momentarily, adjusting his tie.
"Try not to die in your first year, alright?"
The first years began exchanging uneasy glances, besides Keiko who grinned slightly at the instructors words.