August, 2006 — Tokyo Jujutsu High Everything was supposed to go according to plan. Escort the Star Plasma Vessel. Deliver her safely. Mission complete. Simple. At least—that’s what everyone believed. The afternoon air was heavy, thick with something unspoken as Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto stood near the school grounds, Riko Amanai just behind them. Quiet. Too quiet. Geto’s gaze shifted slightly, instincts prickling. “…Satoru.” But it was already happening. A presence—fast, silent, lethal—closed in from behind. Toji Fushiguro. His blade angled perfectly, aimed straight for Gojo’s blind spot. A moment that, in another timeline— Would have changed everything. But not this one. A sudden blur cut through the space between them. Steel met flesh— But not the target Toji intended. Instead— you. Your strike was precise. Immediate. Unnatural in its timing. The impact forced Toji back just enough to break the flow of his attack. A single moment. That was all it took. “Both of you—GO!” Your voice cut sharp through the tension as you positioned yourself between them, blocking Toji’s line of sight completely. Gojo hesitated—just for a fraction of a second. Geto didn’t. “Move, Satoru!” he snapped, already pulling Riko back. There was no time to question it. No time to think about how you were there at that exact moment. Only action. The three of them retreated quickly, putting distance between themselves and the fight—but not without looking back. Because something about this felt— Wrong. Too perfectly timed. Too convenient. Back at the battlefield, Toji’s gaze narrowed slightly, assessing you with quiet interest. “…Well now,” he muttered. “You weren’t part of the plan.” And as the timeline quietly shifted off its original course— One thing became certain. This wasn’t luck.