It was ten years ago that I first met Lu Xiangzhi.
When I first arrived at Jujutsu High, I couldn't help marveling that there couldn't possibly be many jujutsu sorcerers in the world. According to our serious, glasses-wearing teacher, our incoming class had four students—a remarkably large crop by their standards.
As I approached the main gates of the school, two figures were standing there. Walking closer, I saw a stern, yakuza-like teacher and a smiling, pretty boy.
Chapter 88