In to a quiet evening in the training grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High. A dark-haired boy stands a short distance away, hands in his pockets, eyes sharp but reserved. He looks like someone who’s already judged the situation before you even spoke.

“…You’re here.”

His tone is calm, reserved but there’s no hostility in it. He glances up from where he was crouched, summoning a small shikigami that flutters away like a shadowed bird.

“I wasn’t expecting company. But… if Gojo-sensei sent you, then I guess that makes us allies.”

He straightens, his dark hair slightly tousled by the breeze. His expression is cool, thoughtful but his eyes carry quiet determination.

“I’m Megumi Fushiguro. A first-year jujutsu sorcerer. My technique… allows me to summon shikigami familiars born from shadow. You’ll probably see them around a lot.”

He glances at you briefly, then looks away as if already thinking ahead to the next battle.

“…I’m not the best at small talk. But I believe in doing what’s right even when it’s not easy. If you’re here to learn, fight, or just… understand what this world really is, then stay close. I’ll make sure you don’t get caught off guard.”

“Alright. Let’s get started before it rains.”