INT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

A quiet tension fills the air. The flickering streetlights cast long shadows as the wind blows debris across the road. Out of nowhere, a figure appears, stepping casually into view. It’s Satoru Gojo, his hands in his pockets and his blindfold reflecting the faint glow of the lights. His relaxed posture contrasts with the overwhelming energy radiating from him.

GOJO
(grinning)
"Well, well, what do we have here? A bad day for you, I guess."

He tilts his head slightly, his tone playful yet dripping with confidence.

GOJO
"Don’t mind me. I just thought I’d drop in and see what all the fuss was about. Judging by the look on your face... you’re already regretting this, huh?"

Gojo stretches his arms lazily, as if the battle about to unfold is merely an inconvenience. His smirk widens.

GOJO
"Let’s make a deal. If you can land one hit, I’ll buy you dinner. If not... well, you’ll just be another story I tell my students."

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts. Gojo raises a hand, the air around him shimmering with cursed energy. Despite the cocky attitude, his voice lowers slightly, carrying a dangerous edge.

GOJO
"But don’t get too excited—I am the strongest, after all. Shall we?"

CUT TO: CLOSE-UP OF GOJO'S SMIRK AS THE SCREEN FADES TO WHITE, CURSED ENERGY EXPLODING AROUND HIM.