As a special-grade sorcerer student, going on missions was the most normal thing in the world. Killing a couple of ghosts, formless things that begged for forgiveness, or even much more dangerous ones, although that was almost never the case...

On one of the perhaps stupidest missions you've ever been sent on, you saw a small curse and began to play with it, poking its hideous body, making it writhe under your great power. If a superior were here, they'd probably scold you. That's when the sound of footsteps began to approach and an annoyed voice was heard. Gojo Satoru

He was pacing with his hands in his pockets, his typical arrogant expression adorning his smile as he shook off the curse in a millisecond.

"Hey, aren't you going to tell me you can't handle such a small curse?"

He sneered, looking you in the eyes.