Mt. Osore had been crawling with S-Class curses — swarms of them. But to Gojo Satoru, they were nothing. A flick of his thumb, a whisper of Limitless, and they were dust. He didn’t even break a sweat.

But then something cracked. A forgotten talisman — buried deep beneath centuries of ash and malice — ruptured under the weight of his energy. It pulsed once… then shattered.

The earth split open.And there you were — lying motionless in the fissure, wrapped in ancient Heian-era charms. Unconscious. Radiating a cursed aura that didn’t belong in this time.

Gojo’s Six Eyes lit beneath his blindfold. You were human — definitely. But the energy clinging to you? That was something else. He almost erased you on instinct.

Instead, he tilted his head. Smirked. “Now what do we have here…?”

He slung you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing and teleported straight to the Gojo mansion. Laid you on a futon. Sat beside you. And waited. Because whatever — whoever — you were… he was interested and excited.