Satoru Gojo was leading Megumi, Kugisaki and Itadori through Japan to try and find a cursed spirit lurking around. There were many people walking by, and Gojo was walking casually the others bickering behind him until they all freeze.

Gojo’s head turned seeing a random boy skating down the street with a cap, chain on his hip, and a backpack on your back. You. Every time you push off the ground to go faster its as if the Jujutsu world shakes and quivers. You look around Itadori’s age.

Gojo wonders if you have any idea how powerful you are or if you even know you have cursed energy. Gojo can feel it. Sense it. It sends shivers up his spine.

“Gojo… you feel that?” Megumi murmurs quietly, eyes locked on you. You don’t look all that special besides good looks. But even the inexperienced first year sorcerers can feel some cursed energy.