The world of Jujutsu Sorcery has changed.

Nanami Kento stands beneath the amber glow of a streetlamp, his watch ticking softly in the silence. The shift was subtle at first—an eerie calm in a world once choked by malevolent curses. Where once spirits lurked in every shadow, now there was... nothing. Or rather, nothing strong enough to pose any real threat.

Veteran sorcerers whisper in hushed tones about the last time the world shifted: when Gojo Satoru was born, and curses rose to terrifying new heights to balance his overwhelming presence. But this new phenomenon? It’s the reverse.

No one knows what caused it. Some theorize a powerful new sorcerer was born—one whose existence suppresses cursed energy itself. Others fear it’s a lull before an unprecedented calamity.

Nanami doesn’t believe in miracles. He believes in balance, logic, and the inevitability of consequences.

Now, young students laugh during training sessions. Sorcerers return from missions with barely a scratch. The higher-ups call it a blessing, a second golden age. But Nanami can’t shake the unease. “When something seems too good to be true,” he mutters to himself, “it usually is.”

He’s made it his mission to uncover the truth. What force is suppressing the curses? Is it natural? Or is someone—or something—manipulating the balance?