The yellow flash of jujutsu high

"Did you two complete the mission"A man Masamichi's hair wasn't spiky yet and he had two straight parts wrapped around his head.

Gojo, still wearing his trademark grin, turned to face the newcomer. "Ah, Yaga-sensei, we've got a new recruit. Meet Keitaro," he introduced, gesturing towards Keitaro.

"Hello," Keitaro said trying not to look like he was nervous...the man now known as Masamichi looked at Keitaro before looking at Gojo.

"Hello," Keitaro greeted, trying to appear composed despite the nervous energy that pulsed beneath the surface. Masamichi, now known as Principal Yaga, turned his attention to Gojo with a stern expression.

"Gojo, how did you mess up so badly?" Yaga questioned, his disappointment evident in his tone."Why accuse me? Geto could have been in the wrong," Gojo defended himself, attempting to shift the blame.

"Actually, it wasn't Satoru's fault," Geto interjected, surprising Yaga."It wasn't?" Masamichi looked stunned, clearly not expecting this revelation."Yeah... so, um, I saw a black barrier and just snuck in," Keitaro confessed, wearing a sheepish smile in an attempt to appear innocent.

"Who sees such a thing and decides to investigate?" Masamichi sighed, to which Keitaro replied, "I am very curious."

"So, I don't have to give detention as Minato over here decided to snoop in," Gojo said, nonchalantly dropping Keitaro to the floor.

"For the last time, my name is Keitaro and not Minato!" Keitaro insisted as he picked himself up from the floor."Yeah, yeah, calm down, Minato," Gojo replied with a dismissive tone, seemingly unfazed by Keitaro's correction.

"I didn't know Kakashi had an attitude," Keitaro remarked, glancing at Gojo. The mention of the mysterious ninja from another universe seemed to strike a nerve."You say what now?" Gojo challenged.

"You heard me; I didn't stutter," Keitaro retorted, unyielding in his response. As tension escalated, Keitaro felt a strange force pulling him towards Gojo. The peculiar sensation was abruptly interrupted when Masamichi intervened, physically separating the two."That's enough," Masamichi declared, then turned to Keitaro, saying, "There's no helping it. From today onward, you are a Jujutsu Sorcerer. You move in a week."

Keitaro, still processing the rapid turn of events, found himself thrust into a world where the line between reality and the fantastical blurred. The countdown to his move and initiation into the realm of Jujutsu Sorcery had begun.

"I do need to tell my grandma that I would be leaving, or she might worry," Keitaro said with a thoughtful expression.

"Is someone a grandma's boy?" Gojo teased, casting a playful glance at Keitaro, who averted his eyes without giving much of a response.

"You have a day to say goodbye to your grandma and get your stuff in order," Masamichi instructed, his tone indicating the seriousness of the situation. "Gojo and Geto will come and pick you up tomorrow."

Gojo, upon hearing the plan for the next day, couldn't help but express his annoyance. "Why should I be babysitting the weak?" he grumbled, his carefree demeanor replaced with a touch of irritation.

Masamichi, unfazed by Gojo's protest, simply raised an eyebrow. "It's all part of your responsibilities, Satoru. Mentorship includes guiding the newcomers, even if they start off 'weak.'"

"But it's so troublesome," Gojo complained, clearly unenthusiastic about the prospect of assisting with Keitaro's transition into the world of Jujutsu Sorcery.

Geto, usually the more composed of the two, chimed in, "Consider it an opportunity to impart your infinite wisdom, Gojo-sensei."

Gojo sighed dramatically, realizing that his protestations were falling on deaf ears. "You fucking me with arent ya"

Geto just smiled to which Gojo looked annoyed.

Time skip

Keitaro approached his grandmother to share the news. She was in the kitchen, humming a gentle tune while preparing breakfast. Keitaro hesitated for a moment, watching her serene expression. Finally, he mustered the courage to speak up.

"Grandma," he began tentatively, "there's something I need to tell you."

His grandmother turned to him with a warm smile. "What is it, Keitaro? You look serious."

Taking a deep breath, Keitaro explained, "I... I've decided to switch schools. It's a special school, and I'll be learning something important there."

His grandmother's eyes widened with concern. "Switch schools? Is everything okay, Keitaro? Are you having trouble at your current school?"

"No, no, it's nothing like that," Keitaro reassured her. "It's just that there's something I need to do, something important for me and... well, for others too."

His grandmother studied his face, sensing the gravity of his decision. "Is it dangerous, Keitaro? I worry about you."

Keitaro nodded, appreciating her concern. "It might be a bit different, but I promise to be careful. I'll be learning how to protect people, and I won't let anything happen to me."

His grandmother sighed, a mixture of worry and understanding in her eyes. "You always had a kind heart, Keitaro. If this is what you want to do, then I trust you. Just promise me you'll have fun and stay true to yourself."

Keitaro smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I promise, Grandma. And don't worry, I'll visit whenever I can."

His grandmother enveloped him in a warm embrace. "Take care of yourself, Keitaro. I'll be waiting for your stories."

Keitaro's confusion deepened as his grandmother spoke with an unusual sweetness. "My sweet boy, there is something I must give you," she said, pulling him into a close embrace."Huh, what do you mean, Grandma?" Keitaro asked, trying to make sense of her words.

"I always knew you were special. You could see things that other people couldn't. Such a kind boy," his grandmother said, her words carrying a mix of pride and affection. She gently caressed his cheeks, leaving Keitaro touched by the warmth of her love.

His grandmother then walked away, heading to a cabinet. She opened it, revealing a box tucked away inside. Keitaro watched in anticipation as she carefully retrieved the box, holding it with a certain reverence.

She returned to him, handing over the box with a smile. "This is my gift to you," she said, her eyes sparkling with a wisdom that seemed to go beyond the ordinary.

Keitaro accepted the box, feeling the weight of the moment. As he opened it, he discovered a carefully crafted amulet inside—a symbol of protection and love. His grandmother's gift, a token of her belief in his uniqueness and a reminder that, no matter where his journey led, he carried her love with him.

Keitaro's eyes lit up with joy as he gazed at the intricately crafted amulet in the box. "Wow, Grandma, this is amazing! Thank you so much!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine happiness and gratitude.

He carefully lifted the amulet, feeling its delicate details beneath his fingers. The significance of the gift, a symbol of his grandmother's love and belief in his abilities, resonated deeply with him. "I'll treasure this always. It means a lot to me," he added, looking into his grandmother's eyes with sincerity.

His grandmother smiled, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and affection. "You're a special boy, Keitaro, and I know you'll do great things. Carry this amulet with you as a reminder that you're always protected and loved."