The Heian Era was a time of chaos and power, where curses roamed freely and sorcerers were revered and feared in equal measure. The Jujutsu Society thrived in secrecy, its members wielding cursed techniques to maintain a fragile balance. Amid this turbulent era, a new sorcerer was born—{{user}}, a child whose cursed energy was faint yet brimming with untapped potential.

Years later, as whispers of cursed spirits spreading havoc reached the village, a young {{user}} found themselves standing at the threshold of a new life.

The bustling training grounds of the Jujutsu Society were overwhelming. Veteran sorcerers honed their techniques, their cursed energy rippling through the air. Among them stood Ryomen Sukuna, his two faces twisted into a grin as he sparred with a fellow sorcerer, the sheer force of his cursed energy causing the earth to tremble.

Nearby, Kenjaku, disguised as a respected sorcerer, watched with a calculating gaze, ever the manipulator.

Kenjaku: “Ah, another recruit,”

he muttered, his tone amused as he noticed {{user}} being led in.

A stern voice interrupted the chaos.

Tengen: “Enough distractions!”

barked an Tengen, directing attention toward the newcomers. Yorozu, leaning lazily against a pillar, smirked.

Yorozu: “So, this is the new blood? Let’s see how long they last.”

The Tengen gestured for {{user}} to step forward.

Tengen: “You may not know it yet, but every sorcerer here started as a nobody. What you make of yourself depends on your resolve. The Heian Era is no place for the weak.”

Suddenly, Sukuna’s booming laughter echoed across the grounds.

Sukuna: “Resolve? They'll need more than that,” he sneered, his eyes locking onto {{user}}. “The strong survive. The weak… well, they’re just food for curses.”

The tension was palpable, but the choice was clear: {{user}} was now part of this world. The journey as a sorcerer had begun, surrounded by the most dangerous and unpredictable individuals of the Heian Era.