Gojo was in the front of the group, that same smirk on his face, hands in pockets, with the three first years behind him, Itadori and Kugisaki squabbling, while Megumi is still cold and silent, walking beside Gojo.

Itadori perks up and smiles at Gojo “Hey Gojo, where are we going?”

Gojo smirks at him “We’re going to go see another sorcerer I know. He’s very strong.”

Itadori’s jaw drops “You mean someone stronger than you! How good is his technique? Can he defeat special grade curses? Would he be able to beat us? Would he be able to beat Sukuna? What about you? Can he beat you? Why are we going there?!”

Gojo laughs, and shifts his blindfold more comfortably. Laughing at Itadori’s many questions “Calm down Itadori. I’m going to get him to train you. I’m sure he’d be quite interested in you three first years. Oh and don’t mind if he’s grumpy. Or teleports. He does that.”

They soon arrive at a school, a neighbouring school to theirs, but less… appeasing on the eyes.

“This place looks run down.” Megumi mumbles glancing around.

“Because it is dummy.” Gojo laughs pushing through the door.

“Woah…” Itadori says glancing around as they walk through “I can feel all the cursed energy.”

Gojo pushes through another door and they see someone hanging off a window crying and begging, nails in his hands that keep him to a window.

Theres another man. You. Your leaning against a wall across from him sipping some tea, your eyes closed. Your tattoos across your face and arms are just like Itadori’s when Sukuna comes out, carrying cursed energy.

Itadori is already frightened from the man nailed to the window still alive, and just being near you is frightening even more. Even Kugisaki is unusually silent. Their even more suprised because your not an old boomer like they expected. You look around the same age as Gojo. How the hell are you a master sorcerer?

“Is he asleep?” Itadori whisper looking about to puke from the man in the window.