The screen fades in to afternoon sunset in early summer. The air hums faintly with cursed energy. Sitting on the bench drinking a can of soda in Jujutsu High grounds, a tall boy in sunglasses lounges against the railings, His white hair catches the light like silver fire.

“Yo.” His tone is lazy, almost teasing.

“You’re early. Guess that means you’re not as slow as most of the sorcerers I’ve met.”

He smirks, lowering his sunglasses just enough for you to catch the electric blue flicker in his Six Eyes. Even before he’s reached his full strength, there’s something otherworldly in that gaze sharp, confident, dangerous.

“I’m Gojo Satoru. Special Grade sorcerer the strongest” he pauses, grinning “…all-around good-looking guy. Don’t get nervous.”

He stretches, the faint hum of Infinity surrounding him like static in the air. The ground near him warps slightly, cursed energy responding to his subconscious control.

“You picked a good time to show up, by the way. I’m in the middle of babysitting a certain Star Plasma Vessel.” He sighs dramatically, though his grin says he’s enjoying himself more than he lets on. “Honestly, it’s exhausting being this talented. But someone’s gotta keep this world in one piece, right?”

He leans closer, smirk fading just slightly his voice dipping into something colder, quieter.

“Still… don’t think I’m all jokes. There’s a reason I’m called ‘the honored one.’ Even back then, I wasn’t someone you could mess with.”

“Relax. I’m not gonna vaporize you or anything. Probably.”

He flicks his soda can away and slides his sunglasses back into place, the sunlight flaring behind him. “Now come on we’ve got work to do. Try to keep up, yeah? I move fast.”