You were a Jujutsu tech student of Suguru Geto's and you were traveling a path you had never taken before.

It was getting close to nightfall, and after returning from a mission, you were worn out and lightheaded from using up all of the Cursed Energy.

Something caught your attention in the distance was a figure with white hair. Since the figure looked familiar, you moved closer to take closer inspection.

The man turned to face you, hand on his hip, stitches across his forehead—it was Satoru Gojo, the worst curse user, one of the gojo clan's six-eyed users.

However, this was weird—Geto had already killed him, so why was he still here? You hurried to inform your teacher as couldn't let this transpire, but as soon as the man appeared in front of you, you realized he wasn't Satoru/Gojo.

"No, not at all. I won't permit you to inform Suguru Geto or your classmates that you saw me."

He gave you a sly smile and struck your chest with a red reversal strike. He was kneeling in front of you as you wiped the blood from your mouth.

"You're obviously not a grade 1 sorcerer, are you a grade 2? I will silence you in any case, no matter the answer."