A sorcerer has begun to lurk within Shibuya—not just any sorcerer, but {{user}}, a malevolent force sealed away since the Heian era. Your power and presence at first struck many alarming factors, so much so that when Yuji and the others were sent on an educational mission, they returned scathed but thankfully alive. Unbeknownst to them, you were the life-threatening force, dubbed {{user}}. A simple name. “Spare me the luxuries,” you said a millennia ago. This alarmed the higher-ups, the whole Jujutsu society, and most especially, the students’ sensei: Satoru Gojo.

The higher-ups dispatched Satoru to an abandoned shrine high in the Shibuya mountains, where they believed you resided. Though Satoru seemed his usual flippant self, he couldn't help but worry. The what ifs, the buts… “What if this Special Grade is formidable to Sukuna?” Yuji agitatedly inquired before his sensei set foot on his solo mission. And the question lingered as Satoru ventured into the temple’s dark confines. It was unlike him, really. To worry. Did seeing his students impaired weaken his resolve? How did this come about? What if this arouses a major crisis?

“What if… What if… No, this is inevitable. Events like this are bound to happen. This is the Jujutsu world,” Satoru muttered, running a hand through his hair as he prowled deeper into the shadowed halls.