This is a pure power fantasy.
Let me say it three times —
Power fantasy. Power fantasy. Power fantasy.
Logic may collapse.
The plot might go flying off the rails.
But satisfaction is guaranteed.
If that bothers you, turn back now.
If not—
Enjoy the ride.
Tokyo.
April.
Cherry blossoms were in full bloom.
Teiko Middle School — a prestigious academy with a long history and countless honors — welcomed the first day of the new semester.
Pink petals drifted through the air, carpeting the slope that led to the school gates like falling snow.
Yet today…
Not a single freshman paid attention to the scenery.
Even the lively chatter that usually filled the campus abruptly died down.
As if someone had pressed pause on the world.
Because—
Someone had just walked in.
He was impossible to ignore.
The standard white Teiko uniform hung loosely on his tall frame, but what should have looked neat and formal instead appeared lazy… elegant… almost aristocratic.
Nearly 190 centimeters tall.
At an age when most middle schoolers were still growing, he stood like a crane among chicks.
Then there was his hair—
Wild. Snow-white. Shimmering faintly under the sunlight like silver threads.
A pair of small black sunglasses rested on his nose, hiding most of his face. Hands tucked casually into his pockets, he walked forward at an unhurried pace, as if he were strolling through his own backyard rather than entering a strictly disciplined school.
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
"Who is that…?"
"He's so tall! Is he mixed?"
"That hair can't be real… right?"
"This is way too cool…"
Behind the sunglasses, Satoru Gojo narrowed his eyes slightly.
Information flooded his mind like a raging torrent.
Wind speed.
The trajectory of falling petals.
Hundreds of heartbeats.
Muscle movements.
Even a tiny crack in a distant school wall hundreds of meters away.
Everything.
Perfectly clear.
Six Eyes.
The "gift" he received along with this body after transmigrating into this world.
"…Being dropped into life with an invincible character is kind of boring," he sighed inwardly.
In his previous life, he'd just been a basketball fan and an otaku.
Now?
He had awakened inside Kuroko's Basketball with the template of Gojo Satoru — the ceiling of combat power from Jujutsu Kaisen.
No curses.
No cursed spirits.
Only basketball.
With these eyes and this body…
It was nothing short of dimensional suppression.
"Hey! You — the white-haired student! Stop right there!"
A sharp voice shattered the silence.
Gojo stopped walking and tilted his head.
Several students wearing Discipline Committee armbands rushed over to block his path.
Their leader pushed up his glasses, trying to look stern.
His legs, however, were trembling.
"Something?" Gojo asked lazily, voice low and magnetic, faintly annoyed.
"S-School rules state!" the boy stammered, forcing himself to speak. "Hair dyeing is prohibited! Accessories like sunglasses are also forbidden! Remove them immediately and state your class and name!"
The surrounding students instantly formed a circle.
Drama.
Freshman vs. Discipline Committee.
Who wouldn't watch?
Gojo raised an eyebrow.
The corner of his lips curved slightly.
"Dyed?" he said lightly. "This is natural."
His finger brushed through his white hair, then slid down to hook the frame of his sunglasses.
"As for these… are you sure you want me to take them off?"
"O-Of course!" the boy shouted. "It's the rule!"
"…Ha."
Gojo chuckled softly.
A laugh filled with naked disdain.
"Troublesome… but since you insist."
Slowly—
He pulled the sunglasses down.
The entire crowd held their breath.
Time itself seemed to slow.
And then—
His eyes were revealed.
What kind of eyes were those?
Bluer than the sky.
Deeper than the ocean.
Azure irises that seemed to flow endlessly, like a boundless firmament stretching into infinity.
A faint white mist lingered within them, like clouds drifting over a divine kingdom.
Sacred.
Noble.
Inhuman.
Long white lashes trembled gently with each blink, like frost-tipped butterfly wings.
Eyes of the Azure Sky.
Boom.
A collective gasp erupted.
Girls flushed bright red, covering their mouths as their hearts pounded wildly.
The boys felt something colder—
Like being stared at by a predator at the very top of the food chain.
Instinctively, they stepped back.
The Discipline Committee member suffered the most.
The moment their gazes met—
It felt like standing naked in the snow.
Every secret.
Every fear.
Every thought.
Seen through.
Completely.
It wasn't the gaze of an equal.
It was the gaze of a god looking down at an ant.
Gojo smiled faintly.
"Well?"
Satoru Gojo casually hooked the sunglasses onto the chest pocket of his uniform.
Those eyes — beautiful to the point of being unsettling — swept lazily across the crowd before settling on the frozen Discipline Committee member.
He leaned down slightly.
Their faces drew close.
A mischievous smile curved on his lips, like a child who had just pulled off a successful prank.
"Do my eyes violate the school rules?"
"N–No…!" the boy stammered.
His mind went completely blank.
"I-I'm very sorry!"
Then—
He turned and bolted.
Actually fled.
Pushing through the crowd as if his life depended on it.
Gojo straightened up, bored.
"So lame. Couldn't even last a minute."
Under countless dazed and admiring gazes, he stuffed his hands back into his pockets and continued deeper into campus.
Right then—
A mechanical chime echoed in his mind.
[Ding! Host has caused a school-wide sensation. Flex successful.]
["Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer System" officially activated.]
[Current Template: Gojo Satoru (Childhood / Pre-Awakening)]
[Unlock Progress: 1%]
[Current Abilities:]
• Six Eyes — 360° absolute vision, precise energy control, forced information analysis
• Limitless (Locked) — passive "Infinity" defense; high mental consumption
• Jujutsu Body (Basic) — physical ability enhanced to the theoretical middle-school limit
"Only 1%?"
Gojo checked the translucent panel floating before him.
"But in a world with no superpowers… even 1% is enough to walk sideways."
Power surged quietly through every cell of his body.
Not brute strength.
But absolute control.
Perfect efficiency.
[Newbie Main Quest Issued: Join the Teiko Basketball Club]
[Reward: Unlock 'Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue (Basketball Ver.)' + Infinite Stamina Constitution]
[Failure Penalty: Wear a maid outfit and dance at the school gate for one hour]
Gojo's steps faltered.
"…System, don't you think that penalty's a little twisted?"
He might be a menace.
But he definitely didn't have that kind of hobby.
Still…
Joining the basketball club was his plan anyway.
After all—
If he came all the way to the world of Kuroko's Basketball and didn't personally crush the so-called Generation of Miracles…
Wouldn't that be boring?
"Basketball, huh…"
He raised his hand.
Through the Six Eyes, even the dust in the air moved in slow motion around his fingertips.
"If I'm playing…"
A faint smile appeared.
"…then I'm playing big."
"I'll show these kids what a real dimensional gap looks like."
Teiko Middle School — Gym No.1
Even on the first day of school, the gym was suffocatingly alive.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Hundreds of basketballs pounded the floor.
Sneakers screeched.
Voices roared in unison.
This—
Was the holy land of middle-school basketball.
First String.
Second String.
Third String.
A strict hierarchy divided the strong from the weak.
On the First String court, captain Nijimura Shuzo frowned at a thick stack of applications.
"More freshmen than last year…" he muttered. "Screening alone will take days."
"Can't be helped," Coach Sanada replied. "We're Teiko."
Among the waiting freshmen, several figures stood out immediately.
A red-haired boy with a gentle yet noble aura.
A tall, dark-skinned boy lazily spinning a basketball.
A green-haired boy with glasses carefully adjusting the bandages on his hands.
Akashi Seijuro.
Aomine Daiki.
Midorima Shintaro.
A once-in-a-decade generation of talent.
"Hey, Akashi," Aomine yawned. "When's this test starting? This boring stuff is pointless."
Akashi smiled calmly. "Be patient. Rules are rules."
"Tch… rules…"
BANG.
The gym doors slammed open.
The explosive sound drowned out every dribble.
Instant silence.
Hundreds of heads turned at once.
Backlit by the afternoon sun—
A tall silhouette stood at the entrance.
White hair glowing.
Oppressive.
Unmistakable.
Not sportswear.
A neat white uniform.
One hand in his pocket.
The other holding a crumpled application form.
Satoru Gojo stepped inside.
Slow.
Unhurried.
Yet every step felt like it landed directly on people's hearts.
The crowded entrance parted instinctively.
No one dared block him.
He ignored the freshmen line.
Ignored the Second String members.
Walked straight—
To the center court.
Right in front of Nijimura Shuzo.
The air froze.
"…Who are you?" Nijimura frowned. "Freshmen line up over—"
"Lining up is a waste of time."
Gojo cut him off.
He casually slapped the application onto Nijimura's chest.
Then—
Those azure eyes swept across the court.
Across the First String.
Across the so-called geniuses.
Red.
Blue.
Green.
The corners of his mouth lifted into a lazy, arrogant smile.
"I came here to play basketball."
"Not play house with kids."
He pointed at the three-on-three court.
Then at Aomine.
At Akashi.
"Call out your strongest."
He slid the sunglasses back on, hiding those godlike eyes, leaving only his proud silhouette.
"…Let's see if powerhouse Teiko—"
"—can even make me break a sweat."