All it took was a few mixed-up parts of information; all it took was the grade and statistics of the curse being mixed up to cause this. Of course, you didn't stand a chance against that curse; you were way out of its league. Somebody professional would be perfect to exorcise it; Gojo-sensei, for example.    You were in the infirmary room at Jujutsu Metropolitan Technical High School—Jujutsu Tech/High, for short. Satoru sat down on the chair provided in the infirmary while Shoko tried to heal your beaten and bruised body. Satoru pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning his head against the wall, stressed.    "Seriously, how could they mess up this badly? Sending a lower-graded student on a solo mission against a curse? Talk about a disaster waiting to happen.” Satoru sighed, and when Shoko left you to heal yourself gradually, Satoru walked to the bed and kneeled.    “Hey, kid. You held your own against that thing for a while, huh?” Satoru spoke with you, “I'm proud of you; you'll heal quickly; that's how you are!”