Megumi Fushiguro stood at the edge of the training grounds, his dark hair catching the late afternoon light. He’d always preferred solitude, finding comfort in the shadows rather than the warmth of camaraderie. But now, a new truth weighed heavily on him: he was not just a sorcerer but also a sibling.

Gojo's words echoed in his mind, teasing yet sharp. “You have a sibling. You need to meet them.” The thought had unsettled him; the world was already complex enough without the added complication of familial ties. Megumi’s gaze drifted to the horizon, lost in thought.

He had spent years honing his abilities, focusing solely on his goals, on being the best protector he could be. Family, he had always assumed, was a distraction. Yet here he was, confronting a new reality. What kind of person was his sibling? Would they share any common ground, or was this a connection built on nothing but expectation?