After the interview with Principal Yaga, Ren and Yuji were led to the dorms by Megumi Fushiguro. Megumi was stoic, his spiked black hair and tired eyes suggesting he had seen far too much for his age.
"This is Ren," Gojo said, patting Ren's shoulder. "And you already know Yuji. These are your classmates. Play nice, Megumi-kun!"
Megumi glanced at Yuji, then his gaze lingered on Ren. He felt a strange, cold prickle at the back of his neck—the same feeling he got when he was near a high-grade Cursed Tool. "Fushiguro Megumi," he said simply. "Try not to be a burden."
Ren gave a small, respectful nod. "Ren. I'll try to keep the mess to a minimum."
Harajuku: The Queen's Judgment
The trio—Ren, Yuji, and Megumi—stood in the middle of a crowded Harajuku street. Gojo was off buying sweets, leaving them to wait for the final student.
"There she is!" Yuji pointed to a girl with ginger hair wearing a school uniform.
Nobara Kugisaki walked up to them, her eyes scanning the group like a predator. She looked at Yuji and sighed. "A total amateur. I bet he eats his own boogers." She looked at Megumi. "Too serious. Probably likes reading manuals."
Finally, her eyes landed on Ren. She paused. He was leaning against a street lamp, his hands in his pockets, wearing those sleek, pitch-black glasses.
"And you," Nobara said, walking right into his personal space. "You've got a good face. Very 'city-vibe.' But what's with the shades? It's not even that sunny. Are you trying too hard to be mysterious, or are you just blind like Gojo-sensei?"
"It's for your safety, actually," Ren said, his voice calm.
Nobara laughed, crossing her arms. "My safety? Please. I've seen everything. Don't tell me you've got some chuunibyou 'evil eye' hidden under there. Come on, show us. If we're going to be a team, I need to know if my teammate is a weirdo."
Even Megumi looked over, curious. He had sensed Ren's strange aura but couldn't pin it down. "He's right, Ren. If your technique is ocular-based, we should know the risks."
Ren sighed. "Fine. But don't look directly at the left one for too long. It's... heavy."
Ren reached up. The air seemed to chill by several degrees. He slowly slid the glasses down his nose.
The Divine Eye Revealed
As the lenses dropped, the world seemed to go silent.
His right eye was a brilliant, translucent Tenseigan. It looked like a sapphire carved from the center of a nebula, glowing with a soft, steady white-blue light.
His left eye was the 12-Tomoe Rinne-Sharingan. It was blood-red, with three concentric circles and twelve black teardrop-shaped tomoe that slowly rotated like a clockwork nightmare.
Nobara's breath hitched. She didn't look away—she couldn't. "They're... beautiful," she whispered, her face turning a deep crimson. But then, the weight hit her. She felt a sudden pressure in her chest, as if the very space around Ren was being squeezed by an invisible hand.
Megumi took a sharp step back, his hands instinctively forming a shadow sign. "That energy... it's not just Cursed Energy. It feels... celestial. Like a different plane of existence."
"The right eye," Ren explained, his voice sounding slightly echoed, "is the Tenseigan. It governs the forces of attraction and repulsion. I can pull a moon from the sky if I let it go. The left is the Rinne-Sharingan. It sees through every technique, every lie, and governs the boundary of space and time."
He pushed his glasses back up, and the crushing pressure vanished instantly. Nobara stumbled slightly, Yuji catching her arm.
"Whoa... Ren-kun, that was intense!" Yuji shouted, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're like a superhero!"
Nobara shook her head, trying to hide how much her heart was racing. "Tch. Fine. You're definitely not a weirdo. You're a freak. A high-end, designer freak." She turned away, but she couldn't stop thinking about how those eyes looked at her.
Megumi looked at Ren with a new, profound respect. "How much of that power can you actually control?"
Ren looked toward the horizon, where the cursed energy of Tokyo was beginning to swirl. "As much as I need to. But for now...
The Teacher's Grin
As Ren pushed his glasses back up and the heavy atmospheric pressure settled, Gojo strolled over, popping a cream-filled mochi into his mouth.
"Aaaaand, scene!" Gojo chirped, clapping his hands together. "So, Nobara-chan, Megumi-kun... what do we think? Pretty flashy, right? I told you he was a special case."
Nobara was still trying to get her heart rate under control. "You knew?! You knew he had eyes that could literally crush a person just by looking at them, and you didn't say anything?!"
"Where's the fun in spoilers?" Gojo laughed, his blindfold tilting as he 'looked' at Ren. "Besides, Ren-kun is very shy. He likes his privacy."
Megumi looked from Gojo to Ren. The contrast was terrifying. Gojo was the 'Six Eyes'—the peak of the modern sorcery world. But Ren... Ren felt like something that predated the world itself.
"Gojo-sensei," Megumi said, his voice serious. "If Ren has that much power, why is he in the first-year class? He should be a Special Grade sorcerer on solo missions."
Gojo's smile turned a bit more cryptic. He placed a hand on Ren's shoulder. "Because, Megumi, power without a soul to anchor it is just a disaster waiting to happen. Ren is here to learn how to be a 'student' before he has to be a 'God.' Plus, I think you guys are going to need him."
Ren looked at Gojo's hand on his shoulder. He could feel the Infinity between them. Even with the Tenseigan, Gojo was a puzzle.
"I'm just here to graduate, Sensei," Ren said quietly.
"Of course you are!" Gojo turned to the group, pointing toward a dark, looming silhouette of a building in the distance. "But graduation starts with your first real test. We're heading to the Eishu Detention Center. A Cursed Womb has appeared."