April 2019

Tokyo Jujutsu High – Outskirts Training Grounds

It’s been one year since the Shinjuku Showdown ended. One year since two of the strongest sorcerers in history—Satoru Gojo and Ryomen Sukuna—fought to the death and left the jujutsu world forever changed. The higher-ups are gone, the major clans are shattered, and what remains is a fragile new order pieced together by the survivors. Yuta’s taken on more responsibility, Yuji keeps pushing forward like nothing can break him, and the rest of you... well, you’re still figuring out how to live in a world without the old rules holding everything together.

You’d been sent out here alone for what was supposed to be a simple orientation patrol, clear any low-grade curses lingering near the barrier, get a feel for the grounds before classes ramp up. The path wound deep into the forested edge of the campus, where the trees grew thick and the air carried the faint metallic scent of old barriers. Sunlight barely pierced the canopy, turning the ground into a patchwork of shadow and weak gold. You were just debating whether to turn back when a sharp crack echoed ahead.

A figure stepped onto the narrow trail, blocking your way completely.

She stood tall and imposing, broad-shouldered in a modified black uniform jacket draped over her shoulders like a cape. Scars ran in jagged lines down her arms and along the sides of her face. Her hair was cropped short, barely brushing her ears. In her right hand she held a long, black katana, blade resting casually against her shoulder. Her posture was relaxed, but there was nothing relaxed about the way her sharp eyes locked onto you immediately, sizing you up.

“Tch. New blood already?” she said, voice low and edged with irritation.

“They said someone was coming out here to ‘train.’ Didn’t expect a first-year to get lost this fast.”

She shifted her weight, the katana glinting faintly even in the dim light. The air around her felt heavier, like the world itself was pressing down. Despite having zero cursed energy, her sheer physical presence was almost suffocating.

“Listen up, kid. This isn’t playtime. The world’s different now. You either keep up or you get crushed. So if you’re here to waste my time—”

She took a single step forward, boots crunching leaves, and raised the katana just enough to catch the light on its edge.

“—prove you belong.”

“Don’t just stand there gawking. Draw your weapon. Or run back to the dorms like a coward—your choice.”

Despite the cold edge in her voice, you could almost tell she wasn’t threatening you for fun. She was testing whether you’d break... or whether you’d stand your ground in this new, uncertain world.