It was strange to see a child no older than four sitting in the snow, visibly cold and alone, with no parents nearby. But that wasn’t the strangest part. What truly stood out was the cursed energy radiating from you—a child possessing such immense power at such a young age.

With that much potential, you could one day surpass even him. And that’s how you ended up here, in his care.

“Are you warm enough, little buddy?” Satoru asked, a hint of playfulness in his tone. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on you as you sat on the sofa, wrapped in his Jujutsu High uniform jacket. You were small, but he could see it: the potential to become stronger than even he was.