The year was 2015—a year since the battle that reshaped an island and the world's understanding of power.
Kurotsuki Tenkai, now twenty, stood before a massive crowd and countless cameras as he unveiled his newest creation — the ASTRION.
The stadium-sized showroom was alive with flashing lights, journalists shouting questions, and murmurs of disbelief as four sleek models rolled onto the stage — a sedan, SUV, pickup, and a supercar, each gleaming under the spotlight.
ASTRION S1 Sedan: fluid aerodynamics, silent performance, zero lag adaptive intelligence.
ASTRION X SUV: full-terrain adaptability with atmospheric filtration.
ASTRION Titan Pickup: strength and range unmatched, capable of towing commercial aircraft.
ASTRION Nova Supercar: light-speed acceleration and self-balancing AI core — Tenkai's personal creation.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Tenkai spoke into the mic, his tone calm, commanding, and effortless. "ASTRION represents more than transportation. It's the fusion of logic, soul, and precision — the next evolution of mobility."
The supercar behind him let out a subtle hum as its AI system projected holographic stats midair.
— Top speed: 670 km/h.— Range: 1,900 km on full charge.— AI Core: Self-learning, fully autonomous neural net.— Safety rating: 5 stars across all global standards.— Upgradeable tech modules: available through ASTRION Cloud OS.
"Technology," Tenkai said calmly into the mic, "isn't meant to replace humanity. It's meant to amplify it."
The crowd went wild. The livestream chat exploded.
"Did he just say self-learning AI!?""That supercar looks like something out of a sci-fi movie!""He's redefining the auto industry— AGAIN!"
Tenkai gave a small, polite smile, hands in his pockets.
"ASTRION adapts to you. It evolves with you. It learns your heartbeat… your rhythm."
And with that, he pressed a small button on his wristwatch.
The cars moved in unison — their headlights pulsing to a synchronized pattern, the AI assistant's voice gently echoing:
"ASTRION — perfection in motion."
Later that night, the news was everywhere.
"Kurotsuki Tenkai revolutionizes transportation again!""Japan's technological prodigy breaks billion-dollar records!""ASTRION Supercar stuns global audience — preorders crash servers worldwide!"
In a quiet living room, Tenkai turned off the news with a chuckle. His parents, Masaru and Akane, were seated nearby.
He stood in the kitchen, wearing an apron — calm, graceful, focused. The sizzling of steak filled the air, followed by the fragrance of garlic butter and fried rice.
Masaru inhaled deeply.
"Son, I swear… even Michelin chefs would bow to this aroma."
Akane smiled warmly.
"You didn't have to cook, Tenkai. You've been busy enough with your projects."
"Cooking helps me reset," Tenkai replied, flipping the steak with precision. "And besides… I can't let AI do everything."
His parents took their first bite — silence, then laughter of pure delight.
"Tenkai," his mother sighed. "If you weren't our son, I'd have to kidnap you as our personal chef."
He smiled faintly. "You'd have to get through Gojo first."
The three shared a quiet laugh as the meal was served — perfectly plated steak, golden fried rice, and delicate side dishes.
Tenkai smiled faintly.
"It's been twenty years since I came into this world. Might as well make dinner memorable."
They talked, laughed, and reminisced. But inside, Tenkai's mind was elsewhere — on something new.
Aion, he thought, the familiar AI voice echoing in his mind."Yes, Tenkai?"I've been scanning global entertainment archives. Something interesting came up.
Aion projected the data in his vision — anime and manga references that shouldn't exist here.Among them: Classroom of the Elite and Food Wars: Shokugeki no Soma.
A world where chefs can make people feel bliss, even euphoria, from a single bite…Interesting.
Aion chuckled in his tone.
"You're curious to see if such culinary phenomena could trigger measurable neural or cursed responses, aren't you?"
"Exactly." Tenkai grinned. "Let's see what 'foodgasm' really means."
Tenkai pulled out his phone and texted Gojo.
Tenkai: "Up for something fun this weekend?"Gojo: "If it involves food or chaos, I'm already there 😎"
Smiling, Tenkai looked through the list of affiliated Totsuki Culinary Academy restaurants — settling on one called "Étoile Totsuki Prime," known for its legendary chefs and student exhibitions.
He booked the entire place for Saturday evening.
Saturday — Evening
A rumble of engines shook the air as a sleek, midnight-blue ASTRION Supercar screeched to a stop outside Tenkai's mansion.
Gojo stepped out wearing sunglasses, even though it was dusk, his AI assistant Little Gojo blasting his own theme music.
"Tenkai~! You didn't tell me this car sings when it drives!"
"That's because you made it sing."
"True. Still, smoothest ride of my life. Might marry it."
Tenkai smirked. "Please don't."
They got into the two-seater, and Tenkai shared the destination through the neural link. The car's AI responded:
"Destination set. ETA: 19 minutes. Activating scenic route."
Gojo leaned back. "I swear, your cars drive better than most sorcerers."
"They don't argue back, either."
They arrived at Étoile Totsuki Prime, a fusion of modern design and culinary tradition.
As they stepped out, the car automatically parked itself.
Gojo whistled. "Your cars even know how to flex."
...
As they entered, they were greeted by none other than Senzaemon Nakiri, Sōe Nakiri, Erina, and Alice.
"Welcome, Kurotsuki-sama. Gojo-san," Senzaemon greeted, bowing slightly.
"Ah, the legendary Nakiri family," Tenkai said warmly. "It's an honor."
Erina, poised yet slightly nervous, offered a polite smile. "If it's alright… my cousin Alice and I would like to cook for you."
"I'd be delighted," Tenkai replied.
"Same here," Gojo added with a grin. "Let's see if your food can outshine Tenkai's cooking."
They all laughed as they were led to a private dining suite overlooking the open kitchen.
As Erina and Alice began cooking, the air filled with rich aromas and sizzling sounds.
Through the glass window, the two prodigies worked with divine grace — knives slicing through ingredients like whispers of wind, aromas blending with artistry.
Gojo leaned back, arms behind his head, pretending to nap — until he sensed something.
"...Interesting."
Tenkai noticed.
Gojo nodded slightly, his Six Eyes shimmering faintly.
"That girl… Erina. She's using cursed energy unconsciously. Her tongue — it's amplifying sensory data beyond human limits."
Sōe blinked. "Cursed energy? But she's just a chef."
Gojo leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.
He looked toward the Nakiri family. "Tell me, does she have some sort of... supernatural palate?"
Senzaemon nodded slowly. "Yes. The God Tongue — the ability to taste and discern food with absolute precision. A gift passed through the Nakiri bloodline."
Gojo smirked.
"Correction — not a gift. A technique. An innate cursed technique tied to her senses."
The Nakiri family looked confused.
"Cursed… technique?" Alice repeated.
Before they could ask more, Tenkai casually picked up a spoon and flicked it across the table. It froze midair right before Gojo's forehead.
Gojo smiled, placing it gently back.
"That's a cursed technique. I manipulate Infinity itself — nothing touches me unless I allow it."
He looked at Erina. "And yours, kid, heightens your senses through cursed amplification. You're just not aware of it yet."
The Nakiris stared in disbelief — even Senzaemon's stoic expression cracked into stunned awe.
Alice's eyes sparkled. "That's so cool!"
Erina, still processing, frowned. "So you're saying… my talent… is a curse?"
Tenkai interjected softly.
"No. It's a gift — but one without guidance becomes unstable. Gojo isn't insulting you; he's offering understanding."
Erina hesitated, then nodded slightly.
Moments later, Erina and Alice presented their dishes.
Alice: Black Truffle Risotto with Gold Dust Cream.Erina: Butter-seared Salmon with God-Tongue Herb Sauce.
Both Gojo and Tenkai took their first bite—
—and the world vanished.
Gojo froze mid-chew, eyes wide, as light practically erupted behind him.
"W-What the hell… did Heaven just open!?"
Gojo looked like he'd seen enlightenment itself.
"Holy—" He grinned. "I think I just saw God. Twice."
Then, like a second revelation after Toji, Gojo leaned back, eyes distant.
"Heaven and Earth... both taste bland now."
Tenkai nearly choked on his drink, laughing.
Tenkai's mind raced, his expression caught between awe and disbelief.
Every neuron… is singing. The texture, the balance… this transcends molecular harmony.
He looked at his fork, almost offended by how ordinary it seemed.
"I've eaten food from galaxies, but this— this defies logic."
He exhaled slowly. "This is absurd. Everything I've eaten before this feels like processed failure."
Gojo slammed the table dramatically.
"Tenkai! Forget the clash of domains— THIS is the peak of existence!"
Senzaemon coughed politely.
"Hmph. Their performance was… decent, but not at family standard."
Both men turned to him, utterly horrified.
"Decent!?" Gojo shouted. "Sir, I just ascended spiritually!""If this isn't top-tier, I fear what 'good' means in your dictionary," Tenkai added dryly.
Senzaemon only chuckled. "A Nakiri's standard is divine."
Laughter broke the tension.
As they ate, Gojo explained the basics of the Jujutsu world to the stunned Nakiri family — the ranks, the energy flow, the power hierarchy.
"So, Grade 4 is beginner level," Gojo said, gesturing with his chopsticks. "Special Grade is basically— gods with attitude problems."
Alice blinked. "You're one of them, aren't you?"
Gojo grinned. "Oh, honey, I am the problem."
The table burst into laughter again.
Finally, as the plates were cleared, Gojo turned to Erina.
"So, Erina Nakiri… want to learn to control your gift? To cook without fear — to command your God Tongue instead of being controlled by it?"
Erina hesitated, her eyes wide, then nodded with quiet determination.
"Yes. I want to understand it… truly."
Gojo smiled.
"Good answer."
Tenkai leaned back, watching the stars through the window, a faint smile touching his lips.
From cosmic battles to culinary enlightenment… this world truly never stops surprising me.