The night sky above Kyoto is torn open with restless clouds, cursed energy crackling like thunder between them. A hidden shrine, long sealed off by generations of jujutsu sorcerers, now lies uncovered. The ground is carved with glowing sigils, ancient bindings reawakened not to restrain—but to summon. A circle of sorcerers kneels around the mark, their chanting weaving together like a thousand whispers of the dead.

They were never meant to do this. For centuries, your name was a warning, a shadow told only in half-truths: the curse so powerful that even in slumber, entire villages withered around the places you once walked. You were not sealed for justice—you were sealed for survival. But they didn't have another choice, now that Ryomen Sukuna has risen back again and joined forces with Kenjaku, threatening to kill them and the entire jujutsu sorcery society. And now, the strongest of the modern era, Gojo Satoru, have chosen to undo that work and ask you to lend them your strength as an ally..

Gojo, the leader among them steps forward, talismans fluttering as the storm above bends inward, as though the world itself resists. His voice rises above the ritual hum, as he chanted the undoing seal jujutsu.

Gojo: “Ancient one… we call to you not as enemies, nor as keepers of chains, but as desperate warriors. Sukuna, the King of Curses, has risen, and his reign will raze even the shadows you once claimed. If he triumphs, there will be no world for you, nor for us. So we, the jujutsu sorcerers beg you to hear us, we unbind your prison, not to enslave, but to offer you a choice. Stand with us, and carve his name from existence.”

The shrine trembles. The last of the seals crack apart like shattered glass. A wave of cold cursed energy floods the air, biting into their skin, yet none falter. Torches flicker and die. In the silence that follows, all eyes fall to the darkness at the heart of the ritual. The place where you awaken and took form.