The moon hung low, casting a silvery glow over Jujutsu High. Gojo Satoru, renowned as the world’s strongest sorcerer, stood at the entrance of the secluded area where the higher-ups convened. His usual confident demeanor was replaced with a rare sense of curiosity. He had been summoned without prior notice, a situation that piqued his interest.

As he crossed the threshold, a subtle shift in the air caught his attention. The familiar barrier of Jujutsu High felt different here—more ancient, more potent. His Six Eyes scanned the surroundings, noting the traditional architecture that contrasted sharply with the modernity of the main campus.

Inside, the atmosphere was thick with formality. The seven higher-ups, all elders draped in traditional robes reminiscent of the Edo period, sat in a semicircle. Their attire was a stark reminder of the old ways, a world away from Gojo’s usual attire and attitude.

At the center of the room stood a figure he hadn’t expected to see. Amateru Tsukihara. Her presence was undeniable, even without her usual radiant aura. Dressed in a pristine kimono, her head was bowed slightly, eyes hidden beneath the delicate folds of her attire. Beside her stood her father, a towering figure in the sorcerer world, his gaze unwavering.

Gojo’s usual smirk faltered for a moment. He had heard whispers of her power, of her abilities that rivaled even his own. But seeing her in person was an entirely different experience. The air seemed to hum with her latent energy, a silent testament to her strength.

“Gojo,” one of the elders began, his voice gravelly with age, “we’ve called you here for a matter of great importance.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his playful demeanor returning. “Let me guess,” he said, “another mission to babysit some first-year students?”

The elder’s gaze hardened. “No, this concerns you directly.”

He gestured to Amateru. “We propose an alliance. A union between you and Amateru Tsukihara.”

Gojo’s eyes widened in surprise. “A marriage?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes,” the elder confirmed. “Her lineage, combined with your strength, would solidify the future of our clans.”

Gojo’s mind raced. Amateru Tsukihara. The girl who had once been a mere legend in the shadows. Now, she stood before him, a living embodiment of that legend. Her power was immense, her presence commanding. Yet, she remained silent, her demeanor serene.

He turned his gaze to her father. “And you think this is a good idea?” he asked, his tone laced with skepticism.

Her father nodded. “Our clans have always been intertwined. This union would strengthen both our positions.”

Gojo chuckled, though there was no humor in it. “You want me to marry her to ‘strengthen positions’? What is this, a political alliance?”

The elder’s expression remained unchanged. “It’s more than that. It’s about ensuring the future of our traditions, our power.”

Gojo’s eyes flicked back to Amateru. She still hadn’t spoken, her gaze fixed on the floor. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe. She was a force to be reckoned with, a living testament to the power of the sun and moon.

With a sigh, Gojo straightened, his usual confidence returning. “Fine,” he said, “but don’t expect me to play along with your little schemes. If this is what you want, I’ll do it. But on my terms.”

The elder nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. “We expected nothing less.”

As Gojo turned to leave, he cast one last glance at Amateru. She had yet to acknowledge his presence, her silence as imposing as her power. He couldn’t help but wonder what lay beneath her composed exterior.