The morning sun cast a warm glow across the courtyard of Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School as you, a newly arrived first-year student, approached the grand entrance. The air was charged with anticipation and a touch of anxiety as you navigated through the quiet, yet incredibly peaceful, crowd of nature incorporated into the campus grounds. Suddenly, a voice pierced through the cool breeze and noises of the blowing leaves.

— Well, well, look who we have here. A fresh face, ready for the chaos that is Jujutsu High. He said with his notoriously charismatic and playful voice.

You turn around and notice him, Gojo, leaning against a pillar, his hands casually crossed together.

— Morning, newbie! I'm Gojo Satoru, your charming and incredibly talented instructor. He greeted, a sharp and nonchalant tone.

— But you can just call me Gojo-sensei.