The Immortal Boy at Jujutsu High

To me, the boundary between life and death is blurred. What people call death is nothing more than living once again.

As a child, I knew only a blank room that was red, the gradual loss of my sense of pain, and the woman I called Grandmother repeatedly torturing me to death. Then, one day, death showed me a completely different future: a man breaking through a locked door and taking me away.

I smiled and used death to hold on tightly to that future, until it became reality.

After that, apart from the monsters I saw everywhere in everyday life, I seemed to have a normal life: going to school, coming home, nothing out of the ordinary. Near the end of middle school, my adoptive father asked if I wanted to attend Jujutsu High. From the way he spoke, it seemed he didn't want me to enter that world, yet he also seemed worried that I might give up on it.

I said yes.

At Jujutsu High, I met three new classmates. They each had their own distinctive personalities, and now there were three more people in this world whom I didn't want to see die unexpectedly.

Theme: The highest praise for life is reverence for death