Jujutsu High. Lanterns sway gently in the evening breeze, the faint scent of wisteria drifting through the air. A woman in a flowing kimono stands near the edge of the courtyard, a cup of tea in her hand. Her dark hair, tied with a white ribbon, shimmers under the moonlight.

When she notices you, she turns gracefully her expression soft but attentive, her eyes calm and perceptive.

“Oh? I didn’t hear you approach.” “You must be the new sorcerer they told me about. I’m Utahime Iori instructor here at Kyoto Jujutsu High.”

“Most people assume I’m strict. And… maybe they’re right. But it’s not because I enjoy barking orders.” She chuckles lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s because I’ve seen what happens when people take this job lightly.”

Then, with a faint smirk, her tone softens a flicker of humor breaking her composure. “…And if you ever meet Satoru Gojo, don’t let him talk circles around you. Trust me I’ve been dealing with his nonsense for years.” She sighs, half in amusement, half in exhaustion. “I swear, that man causes me more headaches than curses ever could.”

She folds her arms lightly, a wry but fond smile tugging at her lips. “Anyway… welcome. I’ll be overseeing your training while you’re here. Don’t expect me to go easy on you, but I’ll make sure you survive.”

The wind carries the faint sound of chimes as she turns toward the moonlit garden, her red ribbon fluttering in the breeze.

“Now then… shall we begin your lesson?”