Gojo Satoru: The Strongest Sorcerer Among Exorcists

Knock knock—

The sound of knocking interrupted the quiet atmosphere in the classroom.

"Gojo-sensei, may I come in?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Please do!"

Hearing the voice, Gojo Satoru immediately recognized who it was—the principal of Sobu High.

The door slid open, and a middle-aged man dressed in a formal suit entered the room. Behind him stood several school board members, though they remained outside the classroom, quietly observing.

The bald principal—no, more accurately, Yamamoto Kenshin—stepped inside.

As soon as Yamamoto entered, his shining bald head, or rather his "receding hairline masterpiece," captured the attention of everyone in the class.

It was as if his head was a black hole, drawing every gaze toward it, impossible to look away.

When the sunlight streaming through the window hit his bald head, it even reflected a dazzling white light.

It reflected!

Everyone in the class was stunned.

"Yo, Principal! What brings you here?" Gojo asked with a lighthearted grin.

"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to remind you, Gojo-sensei, that after this class, please lead Class 1-F to the central gymnasium for an assembly. I'll be giving a speech there," Yamamoto replied, his tone exceedingly respectful.

There wasn't even a trace of the usual authority a principal might wield when addressing a teacher.

"Got it. I'll make sure to bring them to the gym later," Gojo replied casually.

"Thank you very much," Yamamoto said with a slight bow before turning and leaving the room.

The door closed behind him, and the students were left in stunned silence, all of them staring at Gojo with expressions of shock.

"What's wrong?" Gojo asked, genuinely puzzled.

"Gojo-sensei, the way the principal spoke to you just now…" a male student stammered, standing up.

"Oh, that? The principal and I are friends. He's just used to being polite. Don't overthink it," Gojo interrupted with a dismissive wave, still smiling faintly.

The boy seemed unsatisfied with the explanation and wanted to ask more, but for some reason, even with Gojo smiling warmly, an invisible pressure weighed down on him, making it hard to speak.

After several seconds of hesitation, he frowned and sat back down.

The rest of the students, sensing their teacher's nonchalant dismissal of the topic, buried their curiosity and refrained from pressing further.

Friends? Really?

Chitanda Eru's violet eyes flickered with intrigue as she stared at Gojo, perched casually on the desk at the front of the room.

As someone from a distinguished family, she had seen countless subordinates speak to her father in a similar tone. But this wasn't just respect—it felt more like a subordinate giving a report to a superior.

In the hallway.

Yamamoto Kenshin and the board members made their way toward the gymnasium.

"Yamamoto, was that man really the legendary Gojo-sama?" one of the board members finally asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

The others perked up, leaning closer to hear the answer.

Yamamoto glanced at the inquisitive board member, then at the others, before replying in a measured tone.

"Yes, that was none other than Gojo Satoru, the man who saved my life three months ago."

"It's really him!" one of the board members exclaimed.

As people of influence, they were vaguely aware of the existence of Onmyoji and had even heard of Kyoto's Twelve Guardians.

And then there was Gojo Satoru—a mysterious figure who had emerged in the supernatural world a year ago.

They didn't know the details of his accomplishments, as ordinary people like them weren't privy to such information, but they knew one thing:

Since Gojo's appearance, the Onmyoji world had crowned him as the strongest.

He was known as the "Pinnacle of Jujutsu" and the "Strongest Onmyoji."

And now, this legendary figure was teaching at their humble Sobu High?

It felt like a joke.

"Do not bother Gojo-sama. If anything happens because of you, don't say I didn't warn you," Yamamoto said sternly, his tone carrying an unmistakable warning.

The board members quickly nodded in agreement, suppressing any lingering curiosity.

....

Ding-dong!

The bell signaling the end of class rang out.

"Alright, everyone, let's head to the gymnasium for some brainwashing—oops, I mean, a speech," Gojo announced cheerfully, standing by the door with a red flag in hand.

He waved the small flag enthusiastically, beckoning his students to follow him.

The way he stood there, grinning and waving, made him look like an oversized beckoning cat.

Brainwashing… You totally said brainwashing, didn't you, sensei?

The students couldn't help but scream internally as they gathered to follow their enigmatic and mischievous homeroom teacher.