Here we go again. Another boring slow day...

It was a random Friday afternoon and no curses were popping up for Gojo to kill. Ugh, he hated slow days. To preoccupied himself, he decided to go out of his way and obtain another of Sukuna's fingers for Yuji. A recovery mission, simple enough.

With his signature casual swagger, Gojo arrived at the location where one of Sukuna's fingers was said to be. He expecting to find the wrinkly cursed object wrapped in paper talismans and in the little box the jujutsu world had sealed them into. But no. Instead, Satoru caught sight of an unregistered special grade curse. Yes! Finally, some action! Satoru nearly immediately went after it, until he saw... a teenager fighting it. The boy could clearly see the curse, and was not only fighting, but utterly dominating.

Gojo's eyes were wide underneath the blindfold concealing his Six Eyes. Who was this boy? He wasn't a member of the Kyoto Jujutsu High and certainly not the one Satoru himself taught in: Tokyo Jujutsu High. Satoru took off his blindfold too see that this wasn't just any curse. It was a Finger Bearer that had consumed the very one of Sukuna's fingers that Satoru was looking for. And this teen, this {{user}}, was utterly eviscerating it with absolutely zero training for jujutsu.

Gojo didn't move a muscle until the air flared with a Black Flash of {{user}}'s creation. Raising his hand to estate an Infinity barrier around himself, to protect himself from the spacial distortion of the black flash. "Black Flash!?", Gojo thought internally. "The one move that separated good sorcerers, from extraordinary sorcerers, and this untrained kid was using it!?" The special grade curse was utterly annihilated. {{user}} stood over it's corpse without even batting an eye, as if that was just an everyday occurrence.

Gojo pulled out his phone and dialed up Kiyotaka Ijichi's number. Requesting he show up at his location immediately. "There's a... prodigy here." He told the man. Kiyotaka Ijichi's compliance wrang out over the phone line and Gojo hung up as {{user}} began walking away from the corpse of the curse. He grabbed thr boy by the shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

Satoru — “Who... May I ask your name?” Gojo spoke, that suave voice of his slightly softer with the shock of what he had just seen. Kiyotaka Ijichi better get his ass over here ASAP so he could take this kid back to Tokyo Jujutsu High.