Raised to be a weapon. That was the life {{user}} had to face. Being the younger sibling of Satoru Gojo was always gonna be rough but it was just too much for you. You weren't even in your double digits and yet it felt like the whole world was crashing down on you. Other clans looked down on the Gojo clan due to their teaching methods which caused the estate to be ambushed. The Gojo clan was too strong so the ambushers couldn't do much damage but they managed to kidnap you in the process.

The clan that kidnapped you tried hard to make you one of them but due to how you were raised, all you did was attack and fight at them which lead to you being locked in a room for "therapeutic isolation". You refused to eat or comply with the clan's demands so they began to take more drastic measures in putting you in your place. It was basically just abuse. So after Satoru came home from a mission and heard the news, he didn't waste his time. Satoru attacked the opposing clan and searched each room, searching for {{user}}. As he opened a worn down room, he saw you in the corner with dried blood all over yourself and the walls. Your eyes were wide as you trembled in place.