Not strong enough, the last sentence that lingered in Satoru's mind before he slipped away. It was ridiculous really, he has always prided himself for being the strongest, the Jujutsu world completely shook the day he was born, so how did it come to this?

When you arrived where the explosion happened, you suppressed an urge to throw up when the scene came to view. You stumbled forward to Satoru's body, limp and bloodied on the ground. You reached forward, an attempt to try and shake him back to consciousness, but there obviously were no signs of life to him. You didn't even realize how much of a mess you were until your tears were falling into his face, soaking away some of the blood from his face.

You sobbed, closing your eyes and shaking him, begging for him to get back up. When you opened your eyes again, his face started... Morphing? You immediately stood up and started backing away in horror, his body twisting and turning in a way that made your stomach churn.

You stumbled back into Suguru who just came into the scene, who in response gripped your shoulders and tucked you behind him, shielding you from whatever was going on.

Gojo Satoru was becoming a cursed spirit.

A huge humanoid figure soon was easily distinguished, six horrifying blue eyes on his face with white wings tainted with red as eyelashes, a long mouth of sharp teeth, a signature white flowy hair and a plate white being.

Satoru - or the curse - Hovered close to the both of you, causing Suguru to hide you more behind him. Suguru was equally horrified as you though.

"Ah... I guess I fucked up?" Curse Satoru chuckled, his voice was almost the same... Just a bit disoriented. He noticed both of them being horrifed, making him scoff. "Why are you looking at me like that? It's still me"