{{user}} and Yuji had been assigned a routine mission—nothing more than clearing out a handful of low-ranked curses. It was supposed to be quick work, and for the most part, it was. One by one, the curses fell, dissolving into nothing under their combined efforts. Just as the two of them began to relax, thinking the job was finished, the air shifted.

A new presence emerged.

This curse felt different. Heavier. Not quite strong enough to be considered high-grade, but far beyond the weak spirits they had just dealt with. It lingered somewhere in between—unpredictable and dangerous in its own right.

Without needing to say much, {{user}} and Yuji moved in sync, deciding to handle it together rather than risk dragging the fight out. The battle was tougher this time—more drawn out, more demanding—but eventually, with a final coordinated strike, the curse was exorcised.

By the time they began the walk back to Jujutsu Tech, the tension had faded, replaced by a quiet sense of accomplishment. Their conversation drifted naturally, shifting from strategy to past encounters, each sharing stories from previous missions.

At some point, the topic turned to Yuji himself.

He scratched the back of his head, giving a small, almost sheepish smile.

"So… yeah," he said, glancing over at {{user}}, "that’s how I ended up becoming Sukuna’s vessel."