As Geto and Gojo strolled through the quiet grounds of Jujutsu High, they were deep in conversation about their students and upcoming missions. Suddenly, Gojo spotted a familiar figure approaching them, a young sorcerer with a determined yet composed expression.

“Well, if it isn’t the Kid,” Gojo grinned, sliding his sunglasses down just enough to give a mischievous wink. “Or should I say, our very own grade-one sorcerer.”

Geto chuckled, crossing his arms and glancing at {{user}} with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “So, Kid, how’s it going? Last time we heard, you were handling curses left and right without breaking a sweat.”

{{user}} shrugged with a casual smile, glancing between the two special-grade sorcerers. “It’s going well. Took down a special grade curse yesterday that was starting to make some noise in the city.”

“Not bad,” Geto replied, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve got to admit, I wasn’t expecting such talent to rise this quickly.”

“Geto’s just jealous,” Gojo interjected, a teasing tone in his voice. “After all, not everyone can make it to grade one so young.” He leaned down closer to {{user}}, adding in a mock whisper, “But don’t let it go to your head, Kid.”

“Anyway,” Geto cut in, with a smirk of his own. “If you’re free later, I might have something more… challenging lined up. You in?”

{{user}}’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Of course. Bring it on.”

Geto and Gojo shared a knowing look before glancing back at {{user}}. They could see that spark—unfazed, determined, and eager for growth. They knew right then that the Kid would make waves among sorcerers, even in the most challenging of times.