Curse Return: Swordsmith Start

"What does it matter... You're right, young man Yue, your situation is quite rare, but you can definitely come to our vocational high school to study. We will also teach you how to use spell power and some related knowledge."

"Furthermore, you need to think this through. If a sorcerer doesn't learn to control their power, there's a high probability they'll be attacked by cursed spirits, putting you and those around you in danger."

His sinister expression left Yue Ren speechless. Seeing is believing; this guy's personality was truly despicable.

"Moreover, even after becoming a sorcerer, you can still get a diploma from a vocational college, and they'll give you the green light to go anywhere you want."

"But I'm in high school now..."

"It's okay. As long as you agree, leave the rest to me. I'll take care of it for you."

A big smile and a thumbs up—if he didn't know how powerful this man was, he might have really mistaken him for a clown, although in a sense that he might have been right.

"...Please allow me to think about it first. Let's talk about the transaction first."

No one objected, which is normal; most people would hesitate when faced with something so impactful.

"Alright, let's inspect the goods first, and let me introduce them to you. This is a very special item in the world of sorcery, a 'spell tool'... Huh? It's actually level one, and it's even approaching the edge of special grade..."

Upon removing the sealing cloth and sensing the power of the curse within, even Gojo Satoru was taken aback.

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to him.

"Young man from Yue, is this the last item your grandfather forged?"

The man from Yue nodded.

"Yes, that's what Grandpa's notes say."

"..."

Gojo Satoru's expression gradually turned serious.

This is really a tricky situation.

How could he not understand what was happening? Forging cursed tools, even if he didn't know the specific process, he understood the core laws of cursed power almost instantly and figured out the cause of this murder.

In other words, this thing can be considered the culprit that caused the death of the young grandfather in front of us.

He hesitated, unsure whether he should tell him the truth.

"So this means it's your grandfather's last work. Are you really willing to sell it?"

Upon hearing this, the Yue man nodded.

"Since we've made a promise, we have to keep it. Besides, judging from what Grandpa left behind, he must be very proud of this piece. If we can use it in the right way, I believe Grandpa will be very happy. After all, Grandpa didn't make this sword just to put it on an exhibition stand."

Maki looked at the boy with a hint of surprise, and for a moment she couldn't help but admire the grandfather he mentioned. A swordsmith with such a will is someone who deserves admiration no matter what.

Gojo Satoru nodded slightly. His personality was largely consistent with their previous interactions. The old swordsmith really liked his weapons to be used by the right people; otherwise, he wouldn't have become a cursed weapon forger halfway through his career.

"Even if this thing was the culprit behind your grandfather's death?"

"???"

Maki turned to look at her teacher in shock. What was he saying?

The Yue people were first shocked, then lowered their heads in thought, and finally sighed and gave a bitter smile.

"I can roughly guess, after all, what the old man left behind already gave some indication..."

"Oh?"

This, however, piqued Gojo Satoru's interest. His words might have revealed quite a bit, and sensing the box behind him also radiating magical energy, could it be...?

Then the Yue man took out another box from behind him, placed it in front of the two men, and opened it.

"Grandpa also left behind the method of forging this weapon, and this is what I completed by selecting the acceptable parts of it."

Upon hearing this, the two people opposite him were genuinely surprised. Gojo Satoru even picked up the katana from the box with a movement that was invisible to ordinary people, his expression clearly revealing shock.

"You just said you forged this yourself?"

The Yue people frankly admitted.

"Yes, when I found the box my grandfather hid, I discovered a booklet inside besides this katana. It contained methods for forging these 'cursed tools.' I suspect my grandfather's death was related to the 'sacrifice' mentioned in the booklet. I then tried it myself, but I only used the most basic method of infusing cursed power to forge this sword."

There was no lying; this conclusion was drawn from analysis of reality and the Five Insights.

Because the two katanas in front of him, which were similar in appearance, had obvious differences. The first one, a "cursed tool," was full of "tainted" cursed power, which clearly indicated that the forging method was not conventional. The one in his hand, although not as powerful as the first one in terms of cursed power and strength, and only looked like a level three cursed tool, was a genuine cursed tool that any sorcerer could use.

Moreover, through the six eyes, it can be clearly seen that the nature of the curse power on this knife is exactly the same as that on the boy.

Therefore, in conclusion, this boy is not merely a child who has awakened magical power, but also a sorcerer with extremely special talents, just like Shoko. If he is allowed to truly grow, he might even become a master of magical artifact forging...

He naturally understood better than anyone what a master craftsman capable of consistently producing first-class spell tools meant to the world of spellcasting.

It may not be possible to mass-produce powerful individuals, but at least it can give young sorcerers who are still in a vulnerable position a greater chance of survival.

This boy must be taken to a higher vocational college, and this must be kept strictly confidential.

Seeing the faint blue light shimmering in the other person's eyes beneath the bandages, Yue Ren knew he had succeeded.

Now he's practically guaranteed both his protection and his admission to a vocational college.

No matter how you look at it, the man in front of you is extremely qualified as a teacher. As long as he is here, his students will at least not have to face any backstabbing from "their own people".

"Extraordinary talent, Koshito. I sincerely believe you should come to this high school. As the strongest sorcerer in the world, Gojo Satoru, I will do everything in my power to ensure your growth. What do you say?"

"The strongest?"

Yue Ren showed some doubt, while Maki, who was standing to the side, rarely spoke up.

"He may lie about other things, but one thing is true: this unreliable guy in front of you is indeed the strongest in the world of sorcery, and you can trust his promises. I also feel that you are suitable to come to our side."

She had carefully examined the katana that the boy had just forged. Although it was far inferior to "Wandering Cloud," it was indeed a qualified cursed tool, sufficient for performing ordinary tasks.

But that's precisely what's shocking. According to what was just said, this thing was a prototype that the boy made out of ignorance. And in just one month, he went from knowing absolutely nothing about magic to completing such a work. Even genius can't describe his talent.

If I could build a good relationship with him, wouldn't I have an endless supply of "cursed tools"?

The girl quickly erased the thought from her mind and felt ashamed of what she had thought.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from outside the room: "I'm back."

Yue Ren realized that it was his sister who had returned. He gave the two of them an apologetic look and went to the door.

"Sister, I'm entertaining guests here, could you please make two extra portions of dinner for me tonight?"

Hitsuru was puzzled when he saw the extra shoes, but after hearing what Yue Ren said from the inner room, he understood.

I see. Well then, I have to show off my skills. She thought it was Yue Ren bringing his school friends over for a visit.

So, while inviting the two of them to dinner, I mentioned that I hoped to have three days to consider and discuss it with my sister.

As their teacher, Gojo Satoru readily agreed. After enjoying a warm welcome from the Kawasaki family, the two left the Kawasaki family satisfied with their meal and two magical artifacts, leaving behind only a dozen cold coins and a contact number.

Inside the car.

"Maki, I hope you can keep this a secret, especially from those people, okay?"

Gojo Satoru put away his usual playful demeanor and earnestly instructed his student, even though he felt it was unnecessary, he still wanted to say it just to be on the safe side.

Maki also expressed her agreement very seriously. If those guys found out about such a talent, who knows what disgusting things they might do? To be on the safe side, it's best not to tell anyone except our own people.

"Okay! But what if he doesn't agree? You can't just force him to come."

"Hmm...it was going to be quite troublesome, but doesn't he have an older sister? And he cares about her a lot."

Upon hearing this, Maki frowned slightly.

"What are you going to do?"

Gojo Satoru immediately put on a smile.

"Why don't you have a good talk with him? You know how dangerous cursed spirits are to ordinary people. If he doesn't become stronger, he'll most likely regret having an ordinary sister."

"Just explain it to him using this method, making the pros and cons clear. And since he's the one who voluntarily revealed these things, do you think he'll choose to refuse?"

"That makes sense..."

Before they knew it, the car had returned to the school, and Gojo Satoru was the first to get off.

"Alright, then please take these two magical artifacts back with you. I have some things to attend to. After all, they cost money to buy them, so please remember to keep them safe."

"Then I'll put it in my warehouse and use it from now on."

"Huh? But I'm the one who spent the money..."

Gojo had a look on his face that said, "How dare you rip me off like this?" Maki, who also got off the train, didn't even glance at him. Of course, she knew that he was faking it; if he really cared, he wouldn't have let her take him away.

Although the item was commissioned by the High Sorcery Specialist to be forged, the three families have a history of conflict, so naturally, whoever comes across it first gets it. As long as they aren't discovered, no one will say anything.

"You're the head of the family, right? You're not short of money, so don't be so stingy."

"Alright... then."

Gojo Satoru sighed, not angry at being killed by his own student.

A moment later—in the principal's office of the Spellcasting Academy.

Masamichi Yagami, the principal of Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Higher Specialized School, is a man with a robust physique and wearing specially made black sunglasses. He is staring intently at his student.

"A genius at crafting cursed artifacts? Are you sure there's no problem?"

"Yes, the intelligence is all here. I haven't found any problems. And even if there are problems, we can just observe them for a few days after they arrive, right?"

Pointing to his temple, Gojo Satoru responded with a smile.

"So what do you want from me? You've never asked for my opinion on this kind of thing before."

He was well aware of the student's unconventional ways; if the student truly liked someone suitable, he wouldn't be seeking his opinion. Instead...

Unsurprisingly, the student in front of me started acting silly.

"Oh dear, I'm very obedient, you know. I extended the invitation, but the boy hasn't agreed yet. If necessary, I hope you, Principal, can step in..."

As expected, nothing good ever comes of it...

Moth sighed. It wasn't the first time he'd had to clean up this guy's mess, so he didn't make a fuss again.

"Okay, get out of here."

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Kawasaki family.

"Yue people, who are those two?"

While cleaning up the remnants of dinner, Rihe couldn't help but speak up. She initially thought he was her younger brother's classmate, but it turned out that it wasn't. Although the young man's attire looked a bit strange, she found that the two seemed to have good personalities during their conversation.

They don't look like school people at all, especially that young man.

"The money for the items the old man forged is on the table. Please take it and deposit it later."

Yue Ren handed the washed plate to his older sister, answering her questions as he did so.

"Huh? I thought it was your classmate..."

"It's not that it's impossible. They think I might be a good fit for their school, so they sent me an invitation."

Upon hearing this, Rihe was immediately taken aback. How could such explosive information come out all at once?

"Huh? What's going on?"

"They were teachers and students at a high school, where I could further my forging skills, just like the old man did when he was young, and there were also special government-backed positions available after graduation."

"..."

Looking at her calm younger brother, the girl ruled out the possibility that he had been deceived, since he was usually very composed in his actions.

Hesitate for a moment.

"So... what are your thoughts?"

"It sounds interesting, so I'm planning to give it a try. The location is also in Tokyo, but it's a bit far from the city center, so I can still come back every day."

"The schools here..."

"That teacher named Gojo Satoru said he could handle the transfer. If he can really do it, it at least shows that the school or he himself has the ability, right?"

"That's true. What's the name of that place?"

"Advanced in Spellcasting!"

"...This name...it feels kind of weird."

Of course, anyone would feel that this name is abnormal, wouldn't they?

"It is quite strange; it seems to be a religious school. But we'll know once we visit it, won't we? After all, seeing is believing, isn't it?"