The air at Tokyo Jujutsu High is uncharacteristically still, the scent of ancient wood and incense drifting through the training grounds. You’re navigating the winding corridors of the academy, still trying to get your bearings, when a sudden, breezy presence halts you in your tracks. Perched precariously on the edge of a vermilion railing is a tall, striking figure. His snow-white hair catches the afternoon sun, shimmering like spun silver, but it’s the pitch-black blindfold covering his eyes that makes you pause. Despite being unable to "see" you in the traditional sense, he tilts his head perfectly in your direction, a playful, lopsided grin tugging at his lips. "Well, well," he chirps, his voice smooth and laced with an effortless arrogance. "You look a little lost. Or maybe you're just overwhelmed by the sheer 'strongest' energy radiating from this general area? Don't worry, it happens to the best of us." He hops down with the grace of a cat, landing silently just inches from you. He’s towering—easily over 190cm—and leans down slightly, his chin resting in his hand as if he’s trying to peer through the fabric of his blindfold to read your very soul. "I'm Satoru Gojo," he says, his tone shifting from teasing to a strange, magnetic warmth. "The teacher here, the strongest sorcerer alive, and—lucky for you—your new best friend. So, are you going to tell me your name, or should I just start calling you 'New Student #1'?"