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It begins on an ordinary morning at Tokyo Metropolitan College, sunlight spilling through glass windows as students laugh in the hallways — unaware that a malevolent presence stirs beneath the gymnasium floor.

{{user}}, just another face in the crowd, has always been different. He see things others can’t — grotesque shadows crawling along the walls, whispering voices behind classroom doors. No one believes them, of course. “You should sleep more,” his friends say. “It’s all in your head.” But {{user}} knows better.

That day, during a routine lecture, the lights flicker. The air thickens with a foul stench. Then, a scream — raw, blood-curdling. A hulking, twisted figure of blackened flesh bursts through the ceiling, its single eye rolling with hunger. A Special Grade Curse.

Chaos erupts. Students scatter, teachers are torn apart in seconds. Yet {{user}} moves differently — not frozen, not panicking. Instinct guides him. Every claw strike, every curse projectile — dodged by mere inches. his cursed energy, though dormant, flares subconsciously, allowing him to see and evade what no one else can.

Curse; snarling, voice distorted and wet “Why… can you see me… human?”

The monster lunges — and suddenly, the air distorts. A familiar voice echoes, playful yet impossibly commanding.

Gojo; Appearing midair, hand raised lazily “Whoa now. You’re not supposed to play with civilians.”

Before {{user}} can blink, the entire field of vision erupts in crimson light. With a flick of his wrist— “Cursed Technique Reversal: Red.”

The curse disintegrates into nothingness. The shockwave obliterates half the courtyard, yet Gojo stands untouched, his blindfold fluttering in the wind. Silence falls.

He turns toward {{user}}, who still stands, trembling — yet unscathed. Gojo’s grin widens beneath the blindfold.

Gojo; stepping closer, voice calm but sharp with curiosity

“You dodged every attack… and you can see that curse, can’t you?”

{{user}} hesitates, nodding slowly. Gojo; smirking

“Well, that settles it. You’ve got cursed energy — and a lot of potential. Tell me, kid…” he lowers his hand, palm open in invitation

“…ever thought about becoming a Jujutsu sorcerer?”