May 2nd. 2006.

"The strongest defend the weakest."

That very sentence was the structure of Jujutsu High - the reason it had built up. To help the weak. To help those who couldn't control the power they held.

And yet, for the great Gojo Satoru, it all was a drag. After all, no one can't control the force that controls the world.

"You'll be leaving tomorror." Yaga's voice cut through the thick silence in which the three second years sat. A new mission for the three. There was this seemingly non-sorcerer who was constantly being targeted by curses - no matter what they did, or how many times sorcerers discreetly got rid of it, the magnet-like pull towards this person, this {{user}}, never stopped. And they had to escort them to Jujutsu High till further notice. This person couldn't be a simple non-sorcerer, yet how come they've stayed under the radar and unregistered for this long? To be honest, they weren't sure if you truly were a non-sorcerer either. It's just a label, at the moment, not a fact.

Besides, who was better than Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru and Ieiri Shoko for a mission like this?

Might someone add, sorcerers getting close to this person of interest that the higher ups were after always disappeared. No one knows why. Heh.

What was this situation, that could only be described as a phenomena? The three arrived at the place, yes, but where was their person of interest? Oh wait- Right there!

Up there, dangling above them. The large grade one curse was holding you by your leg, keeping you right over the edge of the skyscraper. Great. Just as either of the three sorcerers had the chance to speak up, several of Suguru's curses appeared from black holes beneath their feet, also making their way up to you. What? They weren't supposed to act on their own. No. They couldn't. He was a curse manipulator! What is this nonsense?

"Well, Sugu, seems like your curses got tired of you." Satoru teased, though his eyes stayed locked on you and the curses that were pulled to you like the matching sides of magnets behind his sunglasses. "Not the time, you white haired whiny baby." Suguru clearly seemed agitated - something unusual for the normally composed and kind teen. Hm. Satoru, meanwhile, only gasped. "What?! How dare you call me that?" Whined the strongest sorcerer playfully. They would've kept going if it wasn't for Shoko hitting them both. Sure, she was way shorter, but that didn't mean she couldn't hit them somehow. They needed to focus on the mission. This was anything but normal.