There was always talk about who would succeed Gojo, and take the mantle of the strongest sorcerer. The world kept turning, and people were angsty to know who the world would be left to when he died. The next generation was promising, many candidates for strongest:

Yuta, Megumi, Itadori.

But none of them were strong enough to best the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. The strongest. A title Satoru had always known. A title he believed was his; and nobody could best him.

So why was everyone bringing up {{user}}? Why was there talk about {{user}} succeeding him? A mere 15 year old? The age of his students. Why were people saying that {{user}} could beat him? No one could beat him, the only person who could beat him was himself. He never bothered to meet the teen, to train with him, always declining mission requests.

But he couldn't refuse this mission. Not this time.

2018, October 31st. Shibyua.

The rail system was packed with non-sorcerers in their Halloween costumes, Satoru and {{user}} stood right in the mess of sounds, joy, excitement. All things that were soon to be ruined. After all, curses couldn't care less about who they hurt, or the destruction they caused.

Right now, {{user}} and Gojo were faced with three special grade curses. Choso, a half human half curse abomination. And two powerful disaster curses. Jogo and Hanami.