Chapter 13-OVA Special

Morning at the Dorms

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the floor of Cyan’s dorm room.

She groaned, tangled in her blankets, wishing the alarm would just stop ringing—or better yet, that the sun would forget to rise.

“Get up, sleepy head!”

Cyan’s eyes snapped open.

Kevin was standing in her doorway, one hand shoved into his pocket, the other holding a small packet of what looked suspiciously like instant noodles.

“Kevin…go away,” she muttered, dragging a hand across her face.

“It’s my day off.”

“So? That doesn’t mean you can sleep your life away,” he said, grinning.

 “Breakfast awaits.” He waved the noodles like a flag of war.

“I’m fine. Go bother Megumi or Amanda,” Cyan mumbled, trying to pull the blanket over her head.

“Ah, the classic retreat under soft blankets technique. Very effective… sometimes,” Kevin teased, stepping closer.

“But you know I can’t leave a queen unattended.”

Cyan squinted, suspicion flashing in her eyes.

“You didn’t come here just to hand me noodles, did you?”

Kevin smirked. “Maybe. Mostly, yes. Come on, it’s a nice day. Maybe we spar a little… casually.”

Cyan groaned again, throwing one arm over her eyes.

“Casually doesn’t usually involve you bouncing off walls and almost setting the dorm on fire.”

Kevin chuckled, leaning against her desk.

“Details, details. You just need to loosen up. Life’s too short for strict schedules.”

A muffled voice called from down the hall.

“Kevin, you reckless idiot! You’re disturbing the dorm!”

Megumi’s tone was deadpan, exasperated, yet there was a faint edge of amusement behind it.

Kevin saluted toward the hallway.

 “Reporting for duty, Captain Grumpy face!”

Cyan peeked from under her blanket, one eyebrow raised.

“Why is it always him?”

Kevin shrugged. “Because I’m fun.”

Cyan rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at her lips.

“Fine,” she muttered, swinging her legs off the bed.

“But if you do something stupid—”

“I’ll take full responsibility,” Kevin interrupted with mock seriousness, raising the noodles like a trophy.

Cyan sighed, shaking her head.

 “Breakfast first. Then we’ll see about your ridiculous ‘casual training.’”

Kevin’s grin widened. “Yes! Let the first day off !"

Cafeteria Arrival

The cafeteria was alive with chatter, the clatter of trays and silverware mixing with the distant hum of the city beyond the school walls.

Cyan, Kevin, and Megumi pushed open the doors, their presence immediately drawing attention.

Heads turned.

Whispers rose in waves:

“Are those the new first grade sorcerers?”

“Freaks…”

“That girl… isn’t she from one of the Big Three families?”

Cyan ignored the murmurs, her gaze fixed on the far corner where their usual table sat.

Kevin, of course, grinned at the attention, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

“Ah… the perks of being famous,” he muttered, nudging Cyan with his elbow.

“Shut up,” she shot back, rolling her eyes.

Megumi, ever the stoic, simply nodded toward their table and gestured. “Let’s go.”

As they approached, the cafeteria seemed to collectively inhale. And then, as if on cue, Amanda walked in.

Every boy in the cafeteria stopped mid-bite, eyes following her as she moved with calm precision, hair glinting in the morning light.

Even some older sorcerers who were supposed to be paying attention to their meals couldn’t look away.

Kevin leaned close to Cyan, whispering loudly enough for a few curious ears to catch.

“I actually forgot how much of a knockout she is…”

Cyan snorted. “Focus on your noodles, Kevin.”

Amanda’s serene expression never wavered as she made her way past the tables, each step leaving a subtle trail of authority and grace.

She took her usual seat at their table, the subtle clink of her tray a quiet announcement.

And then—

Elle entered.

The cafeteria fell into silence.

 Conversations died mid-word. Even the youngest students held their breath, staring as she walked.

With every step, Elle radiated the presence of a true special-grade sorcerer, tempered with the quiet confidence of someone who had seen far more than they let on.

She reached their table and slid into the seat next to Megumi, setting down her tray with deliberate calm.

The air seemed to settle, and the cafeteria’s attention shifted from Amanda to her.

Kevin leaned toward Cyan, muttering under his breath,

“Well… that’s new. Elle’s always got that… aura thing going on.”

Cyan simply nodded, her eyes scanning the room but her focus already on the day ahead.

Megumi set his tray down with a measured thud, his stoic gaze sweeping the room.

“Don’t get distracted,” he said, voice low.

Elle gave him a faint smile, picking up her chopsticks. “Noted.”

Kevin groaned dramatically, grabbing a piece of toast.

“Seriously, how am I supposed to concentrate with all you show-offs hogging the spotlight?”

Cyan finally allowed herself a small, amused smile.

“You’ll manage. Somehow.”

The four of them sat together, the hum of the cafeteria slowly returning around them, but the whispers still lingered.

For the new First-grade sorcerers at Jujutsu High—this was just the beginning.

Training Center Fun & Encounter

The training center was alive with the hum of cursed energy, walls lined with observation windows as students and instructors alike watched the first-grade sorcerers spar.

Megumi and Kevin faced off on opposite ends of the center, light movements and feints filling the space. Kevin grinned, twirling the glowing six-sided die in his hand.

“Dice Game!” he announced. The die spun in the air and clattered to the floor, landing on four.

Instantly, a pair of knuckle busters formed on his hands, sleek and metallic, glowing faintly with cursed energy.

“These babies can break the thickest steel,” Kevin boasted, cracking his knuckles.

Megumi raised an eyebrow, Playful Cloud hovering at his side.

“You really have to show off, huh?”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Cyan and Amanda were practicing cursed energy control.

 Small orbs of energy floated around their hands, contained perfectly, each movement precise.

Tiny leaks were immediately corrected as the two focused silently, their discipline drawing the attention of everyone in the training center.

Then the doors slid open, echoing against the walls.

Three figures strode in, radiating power that made the room shift in tension.

Nathan, Ava, and Nkosi.

All eighteen, all first-grade sorcerers, and well-known throughout the school.

Their arrival caused an immediate hush.

Megumi’s eyes narrowed.

“I should’ve known it would be you three.”

Jason’s grin spread across his face as he approached Kevin.

“You,” he said, voice teasing, “what kind of woman are you into?”

Kevin froze for a second. Without thinking, he blurted, “Ever seen Yor Briar Spy x Family?”

Jason laughed, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Yes. If I can find a woman like Yor Briar, then sign me up.”

Jason turned to Megumi next. “And you?”

Megumi’s voice was steady, calm.

“I prefer women who are straightforward and honest. I don’t care about looks.”

Jason’s grin faltered. “Hmm… I thought we could be friends.”

Before Megumi could react, a sudden burst of energy slammed him into the wall, leaving a jagged crack.

Kevin, unprepared, flew straight into Megumi as well, the collision knocking the wind out of both.

The room erupted with gasps and whispers.

Cyan finally stood, her expression calm but sharp.

She strode forward, her steps measured, eyes locked on the three first graders.

Jason raised an eyebrow. “Ah… the girl from the Big Three family, huh?”

Cyan’s lips curved into a faint, confident smile.

“What’s it to you?.”

Nkosi and Ava exchanged a glance, the tension thickening in the air. It was clear that this wasn’t going to be a simple friendly encounter anymore.

 Unexpected Encounter

Before tensions could escalate into a full sparring match, a commanding voice cut through the training center.

“Enough.”

All eyes turned toward the doorway.

There stood Mael Mowbray, Cyan’s older brother, his posture relaxed but radiating authority.

Jason’s grin faltered slightly, and he gave Mael a brief, measuring look.

Without another word, he motioned to Ava and Nkosi. The three first graders turned and walked away, leaving the room quieter but still buzzing with residual energy.

Cyan froze for a moment, her eyes widening in shock. It had been months since she’d last seen her brother.

Mael’s gaze softened slightly as he stepped closer. “You’ve grown… into quite the popular sorcerer.”

Cyan blinked, unsure how to respond, but before she could say anything, he tilted his head, a small smirk forming.

 “So… how does it feel to be living the dream?”

She took a deep breath, her lips curling into a wry smile.

“Honestly?” she said, her voice quiet but firm.

“It’s been a nightmare.”

Her eyes shifted to Megumi and Kevin, who were just recovering from their earlier collisions.

“But…” she added, voice softening, “I have people who make it less of a nightmare.”

Mael’s expression softened further, a hint of pride breaking through.

“Mom would’ve been proud.”

Cyan felt a lump rise in her throat.

For a moment, words failed her, but a quiet warmth spread through her chest—a rare, grounding feeling amidst the chaos of her life as a sorcerer.

The tension in the room melted into something lighter, familial. Even the usual hum of cursed energy seemed distant now, replaced by this unexpected, grounding moment.

Signal Hill

The city lights of Cape Town sprawled beneath them, a sea of flickering gold and silver fading into the dark Atlantic beyond.

On top of Signal Hill, Aiden sat cross-legged, a calm contrast to the chaos he left behind.

A figure approached silently and took a seat beside him. They shared a moment, gazing at the glittering skyline.

“So,” the man finally said, breaking the quiet, “what do you think of the vessel?”

Aiden took a sip from a flask he had brought along earlier, savouring the moment.

“She’s… special,” he replied, eyes narrowing slightly.

“She was able to partially wield Jaden’s power… and she even overcame someone using a Zone.”

The man’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Overcame a Zone?”

Aiden nodded, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah. She’s stronger than I expected.”

The man’s gaze softened with concern.

“It’ll be difficult to get to her… especially with Elle in the way.”

Aiden’s smirk deepened, the city’s lights reflecting in his eyes.

“Maybe… I can solve the Elle problem.”

The man tilted his head, curious.

“How?”

Aiden stood, brushing dust from his clothes. He looked out over the city once more.

“Before I spoil the surprise … we leave for Japan tomorrow.”

The wind carried their words across the hilltop as they continued to watch the city, a quiet storm of plotting and anticipation brewing above Cape Town’s glowing streets.