Moving halfway across the world to Japan had never been the plan.

You once thought that the flashes of eerie shadows you glimpsed on the edges of your vision were mere tricks of the mind, fragments of some overactive imagination.

Yet, as time went on, these shapes didn’t disappear.

They loomed closer, lingering with unsettling purpose, until you realized that no one else seemed to see them.

No one screamed.

No one even flinched.

That’s when it struck you: you were seeing something that others couldn’t, and it wouldn’t simply go away.

After months of restless nights and internet searches about the strange world of jujutsu sorcery, you decided it was time to turn this curse of yours into something more meaningful.

The idea of being a sorcerer, of actually standing against these horrifying creatures, was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

You’d always felt a quiet yearning for something bigger, a calling that whispered through the cracks of your ordinary life.

The opportunity to train at Jujutsu High was like a rope thrown into the vast ocean of your uncertainty, pulling you toward something unknown yet purposeful.

And so, packing your life into a single suitcase, you boarded a plane to a new world, hoping that amidst strangers and shadows, you might finally find your path.

Now, as you step into the hushed hallways of Jujutsu High, Principal Yaga walks beside you, his presence commanding and somewhat intimidating.

His words are straightforward, but his gaze, assessing yet indifferent, makes you feel like you’re being weighed and measured.

As you enter the classroom, a wave of silence falls over the students, and a dozen eyes latch onto you, some curious, others indifferent, a few slightly wary.

But one gaze is more piercing than the rest—Suguru Geto.

His dark eyes are sharp, studying you with a detached curiosity, as though trying to peel back the layers and see the hidden parts of you that you’ve only begun to uncover yourself.