April, 2005.
Shinjuku, Tokyo.
An old, unassuming building stands on the corner of a quiet street.
Most people walk past without a second glance—this is no coincidence; the barrier is doing its job.
Those who can truly push open that door carry the same burden: the ability to see what others cannot, and the strength to shoulder responsibilities others cannot bear.
Cursed spirits do not disappear; they only multiply. And there are never enough people to stand against them.
Today is the entrance ceremony.
You do not yet know who you will become—you don't know how your name will be remembered by this world, what power you will wield, or whether the people standing beside you will become your closest friends, your rivals, or fate itself in the long years to come.
This world is vast. It won't stop for you, nor does it revolve around you—everyone is living, thinking, and choosing at their own pace.
And you are just one of the countless threads of destiny that has just stepped into the fold.
Nothing has happened yet.
Everything is still waiting to be chosen.
—Welcome to Tokyo Jujutsu High School.
