Eight years later.
The Gojo Clan's physical techniques instructor beamed at Sawa Gojo, proudly bestowing the title of "Licensed Full Transmission" disciple.
Then he turned to Satoru Gojo, his smile vanishing instantly.
Satoru froze, pointing at his nose and protesting loudly.
"Hey! Teacher Jirobo! What's with that look? I did make it to 'Catalog,' didn't I?"
Mentioning it only made Jirobo Gojo angrier.
If not for Satoru's status as a Six Eyes heir, he'd have kicked him already!
At that moment, the Grand Elder addressed them. "Both young masters are of age to enter Jujutsu High. Next, you'll undergo sorcerer grading!"
"However, given your strength, the clan has decided you'll take the Grade 1 sorcerer exam directly. The task: exorcise ten Grade 1 cursed spirits!"
Sawa and Satoru perked up, eager for the challenge.
They'd exorcised plenty of cursed spirits before, but Grade 1s were rare.
Now, they had to take down ten each.
Clearly, while the Gojo Clan treasured them, they weren't coddling them into greenhouse flowers.
Notably, while both sorcerers and cursed spirits are ranked from Grade 4 to Special Grade, a Grade 4 sorcerer outmatches a Grade 4 spirit, a Grade 3 sorcerer beats a Grade 3 spirit, and so on.
Special Grade, however, is an exception—whether spirits or sorcerers, they're unique and incomparable.
"The clan has prepared intel on twenty Grade 1 cursed spirits!"
The Grand Elder handed Sawa and Satoru the data, detailing each spirit's abilities and locations.
"Hey, Satoru, wanna make a bet?"
"What?"
"First to exorcise ten Grade 1 spirits and return here wins!"
Satoru's eyes gleamed. "You're on!"
Time had passed, and he'd mastered long-distance teleportation with Blue, matching his brother's speed.
"What's the stake?"
Sawa thought for a moment, then smirked.
…
"Damn it! Die, all of you!!!"
Satoru Gojo unleashed Technique Forward: Blue like a madman, its ferocious energy shredding countless lesser spirits in his path.
"Where are the Grade 1 spirits? Where?!"
His voice echoed through the dim sewers.
In a dark corner, a Grade 1 cursed spirit cowered, trembling.
What the hell kind of guy is this?!
Barging into its home, blasting everything, hell-bent on killing it.
Did I owe you money or something?
"Found you!"
Satoru's head poked around the corner, flashing a sinister grin at the spirit.
"AHHHH…"
The spirit screeched, scrambling deeper into the sewers, unsure who the real villain was.
"No escape!"
Satoru teleported after it with Blue.
The spirit fled with all its might, like a startled bird darting wildly.
Glancing back, it nearly lost its soul.
That white-haired demon was charging, grinning wickedly, impossible to shake like a shadow!
"Technique Forward: Blue!"
BOOM!!!
Above ground, Tokyo's bustling streets suddenly reeked of a foul stench.
Pedestrians covered their noses, hurrying along while grumbling.
"Ugh, what's that smell?"
"What's going on?"
"It's coming from the sewers!"
BANG!!!
A manhole cover shot skyward, dozens of meters high, followed by a geyser of putrid sewage.
Instantly, a nauseating "mist" rained down, giving everyone a taste of "showered in filth."
Meanwhile, the culprit, Satoru Gojo, had already fled the scene.
"Ten Grade 1 spirits—done! This time, I'm beating big brother!"
Satoru maxed out Blue's power, teleporting at mind-boggling speed.
Back at the Gojo Clan dojo, he looked around, whooping like a monkey in glee.
"Woo-hoo! Big brother's not back yet! I won! Hahaha…"
Satoru's eyes sparkled. "Since big brother lost, the stake… heh heh heh!"
"Stop laughing like a villain, Satoru!"
Sawa's voice rang out behind him.
Satoru turned to see Sawa casually sipping tea, a teasing smile on his face.
The Grand Elder coughed. "Young Master Satoru, you lost. Young Master Sawa returned half an hour ago!"
"Gah—"
Satoru's grin froze.
Thinking of their bet, his eyes filled with despair.
Akihabara.
A vibrant anime convention hall buzzed with a cosplay event.
Cosplayers dressed as beloved characters mingled, posing, signing, and drawing raffle tickets.
Suddenly, the crowd erupted.
"Wow! Oh my gosh, such a cute catgirl!"
"That face! That figure! That makeup!"
"Miss, want to join our agency as an idol?"
Satoru Gojo, surrounded by fans, forced a strained smile.
"H-Hi, everyone!"
"Ooooh!"
The crowd gasped.
"A g-g-g-guy! …That's not a dealbreaker!"
"Hiss~ Isn't this my barren waifu?"
"Your life's ruined by traps—can't even hang with the bros normally now!"
Realizing he was a guy, the crowd grew more excited, and Satoru took a terrified step back.
He never should've bet with his brother!
The price of losing was too steep—cosplaying as a catgirl maid at a convention!
But thanks to his tall frame, fair skin, and natural white hair, Satoru's white-haired catgirl maid cosplay looked straight out of an anime.
Not only did guys gawk, but girls couldn't resist wanting to get close.
He was a total heartthrob, no gender barriers.
A shy Android 18 cosplayer approached.
"Hi, hi, can I get a photo?"
Seeing a pretty girl, Satoru flashed a grin tinged with his "Greased-Up Satoru" charm.
"Of course!"
"Me too, me too!"
"Alright, alright, line up, one at a time!"
In his catgirl maid outfit, Satoru let loose, striking coy poses with ease, fully embracing the sassy vibe.
"Tch, tch, tch…"
Nearby, Sawa, in a Kamen Rider Decade suit, smirked sleazily.
Satoru had no idea his cheap big brother had secretly followed him to the convention.
Sawa pulled out a magenta camera, Kamen Rider Decade-style, his grin harder to suppress than an AK's recoil.
"Let me capture this glorious moment!"
"My foolish little otouto!"
"This blackmail's mine for life!"