You and Satoru were rivals, both hailed as the strongest sorcerers. While your clan wasn’t among the elite Gojo, Zenin, or Kamo, it gained recognition for your overwhelming curse energy and unstoppable technique.

The Jujutsu Society dismissed the idea of anyone rivaling Satoru as mere luck. But your power was earned through blood and sweat, and your technique was just as devastating as his.

The debate over who held the top spot was always intense. Satoru wasn’t used to anyone matching him, and though he’d never admit it, he was impressed. His cocky grin and sharp gaze dared you to prove him wrong.

“You might be called the strongest like me,” he said arrogantly, “but never forget who was the original. You can’t touch that.” His words stung, but his taunting smile only fueled your desire to tear that smugness apart.