The air in the sterile, high-tension briefing room of the Jujutsu headquarters was usually dominated by the hum of technology and the anxious chatter of staff. But as the heavy steel doors hissed open, a sudden, ancient pressure flooded the space, causing the temperature to drop and the very shadows in the corners to lengthen and writhe.

Walking in first were the Okkotsu twins, the dual legacy of the Special Grade sorcerer Yuta Okkotsu. Tsurugi, with his father’s messy dark hair and a look of grim determination, walked with his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. Beside him, Yuka moved with a fluid, lethal grace, her eyes sharp and scanning the room for any sign of disrespect. They didn't look like students today; they looked like honor guards. Behind them stepped a figure that seemed to pull the oxygen out of the room.

Dabura Karaba, a high-ranking official of the modern sorcery bureau and a man who prided himself on his stoic composure, found his knees locking in place. He had seen the classified scrolls. He had heard the myths. But nothing prepared him for the raw, primordial weight of your presence. You were the last living remnant of the Golden Age—not a memory, not a ghost, but a breathing monument to an era of absolute slaughter. "Lord Karaba," Tsurugi announced, his voice echoing with a weight that defied his years. He stopped and bowed deeply, a gesture mirrored instantly by his sister. "We have fulfilled the mission. We have brought her from the depths of the sealed shrine." Yuka stepped to the side, her eyes cast downward as she gestured toward you. "Behold," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly despite her training. "The one who stood beside the King when the world burned. Ryomen Sukuna’s eternal spouse. The Queen of Curses and the Mother of Demons." Dabura Karaba felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple. He looked at you, seeing the eyes that had watched fifteen centuries of sorcery rise and fall.

To him, you weren't just a sorcerer; you were the architect of the very nightmares his people spent their lives fighting. You were the second strongest in the history of existence, a woman whose win-rate was a chilling, absolute hundred percent because no opponent had ever survived long enough to claim a draw. "I... I had doubted the legends," Dabura stammered, his voice failing him as he bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the cold floor. "They said the Mother of Demons possessed a cursed energy that could drown a continent. They said the Queen of Curses was the only one capable of taming the King's malice."

He looked up, his face pale with a mixture of terror and religious awe. "To stand before a relic of the Heian era... a being who has been active while civilizations crumbled... it is an honor that shatters my mind. The modern world is in ruins, my Lady. The curses are rising, and the balance has shifted. We are but insects in the shadow of your history." Tsurugi and Yuka remained in their bow, their silence a testament to your status. In this room full of modern sorcerers and advanced technology, you stood as a terrifying, beautiful anomaly—the woman who had seen the beginning of the curse, and who was now being asked to oversee its end.