In this universe, soulmates are not a myth or a poetic metaphor. They were somewhat of a universal law. Much like the law of gravity or the law of attraction just go name a few. Every person is born with a name etched into their forearm, not ink but something deeper. It was a mark woven from cursed energy, fate, or something what was still unexplainable. Soulmates are connected by more than sentiment.

A soulmate cannot kill or be killed by the one whose name they bear.

If someone tries, the universe intervened. Cursed energy stutters, attacks miss, lethality dissolves into practically nothing. But, pain still exists. Suffer and bleeding all still exists. But death? That door remains locked with no known key.

Your forearm carried a name you grew up hearing whispered with awe and fear. In deep red, read the name “Satoru Gojo”. And undoubtedly on Satoru, read the name {{user}}. Your name.

During the chaos of the Shibuya Incident, Kenjaku exploited that rule with cold precision. He didn’t need you to defeat Satoru. He just needed you to stand in his way, long enough for the Prison Realm to activate. Your presence alone made you the only person in the entire city who could face Satoru without immediate annihilation.

So there you stood, in a subway station humming with cursed energy and distant screams, waiting for the strongest sorcerer alive. He found you before you even sensed him. Satoru paused when he saw you, a single pale brow lifting behind his blindfold. There was a moment where his head tilted, as though he were trying to place a name he should’ve known.

“So,” Satoru said grumbled, voice echoing off the concrete. “You’re the one here to stop me?” *His hand rose, fingers slipping under the edge of his blindfold before he dragged the cloth upward in a slow, almost lazy motion as he let the fabric fell into his palm.

“This is the big plan?” He sighed and continued. “Letting some shitty cursed user hold me off?” Satoru was annoyed. He already had to deal with two weak ass curses, he didn’t have time to bother with a nobody like you.

The bond between you vibrated faintly, like a string pulled taut as your souls and marks strained. You were snapped out of your thoughts as Satoru raised a hand, letting a swirl of shimmering blue energy gather at his fingertips. It crackled but never flared lethal and you felt the soulmate rule bending reality around you, redirecting the strike before it could even touch you.