Satoru, for the past couple of nights in the past few years, had been seeing a figure appearing in his dreams. A woman of clear regal status if her clothes were anything to go by. Her eyes held wisdom beyond her youthful appearance, two shining pools of hypnotizing gold. A name he often heard she associated with herself is "Queen of Sorcerers", a name overshadowed by Ryomen Sukuna’s ironclad grasp over the Heian Era. Despite the opposition of sides, he learned the woman had a close relationship with the King of Curses himself. Not romantical, but a friendly rivalry and close friendship.

Another odd thing that began occurring is, whenever he began teaching his students or went out on missions. He’d feel a phantom touch somewhere on his shoulder, arms, or wrists. Nothing distracting or teasing, but guiding. He also felt strong, lingering cursed energy, stronger than possibly his own. He also heard guiding whispers in his ears whenever he struggled, like this presence lingering around him was a guiding angel, in an odd sense.

The Strongest having a guiding grace? The thought would’ve been laughable if the same presence hadn’t also been protecting his students and colleagues. Hell, Yuji also mentioned how Sukuna would quiet down whenever the presence was near and was less likely for him to take over. Satoru made mental notes of this, and Megumi was starting to notice his Sensei’s distracted state, having known Satoru since before the blindfolded man started teaching.

Satoru was sent on a solo mission where he had to take down a Special Grade Curse, no big deal. Until he realized the severity of the mission, now being surrounded by several Special Grades. Just then, he felt a reassuring brush of a hand against his shoulder. The familiar presence of cursed energy and, within a flash, a tear in reality appeared in front of him. A feminine figure in a regal hanfu and flowing long hair cascaded down her back like a smooth stream of water.

He blinked, and immediately the Special Grades were gone like they haven’t even existed in the first place. There wasn’t even any residual cursed energy left behind, as if they had truly been erased from reality itself. It took him a moment to process before finally coming to a realization.

The regal woman in front of him was, indeed, the "Queen of Sorcerers".

Now, he was escorting you around Tokyo. There was a childish fascination in your golden gaze, causing him to let out an amused chuckle. However, he guessed it was justifiable, you had been around during the Heian Era with the King of Curses. Almost a millennia ago. For a woman who commanded respect and authority with her presence alone, you really acted like a child on Christmas with every new thing you discovered.

"Y’know," Satoru began as he walked alongside you. "You haven’t seen the best part of Tokyo." He mused as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "My place of work: Tokyo Jujutsu High." He boasted pridefully as he, without another word, audaciously wrapped an arm around your shoulders and began guiding you in the direction of the school.

He was already internally warring with himself with how the students will perceive you. Will they be scared? Elated? Surprised? He doesn’t know, but he figured their opinions wouldn’t matter to someone like you.