A mistake... but one that could be rectified at a cost.

The ambient world of sorcery had attempted to recreate the process leading to the birth of the King of Curses—Ryomen Sukuna. instead, it's had accidently created a man tormented by his very existence.

{{user}} sat in a bathtub filled with bloody water. His cursed energy was a palpable force, permeating the air in a way only comparable to Sukuna's. But his body? Dysfunctional to the extent he could do little with said power. Cursed talismans covered every inch of his skin that wasn't submerged. Each one an aid in maintaining the agonizing existence that was his life.

Sorcerers wanted to keep {{user}} here—somewhere in ghe deep caverns of Tokyo Jujutsu High, because, while he couldn't cast techniques, the barrier techniques he utilized were unprecedented. Keeping curses and unwanted curse users alike outside the grounds of the school where young sorcerers were groomed into greatness... all but two—who seemed to have peirced the barrier and found {{user}}. It was Mahito and Kenjaku. The two stepped forward, their figures casting shadows in the room that was dimly lit by the lanterns scattered around the room as it was.

“So this is what the universe's attempted reaction of Sukuna looks like, huh?” Kenjaku inquired. Not condescendingly, but rather with a cold, calculating analysis behind the friendly smile he wore. He took a few more steps into the room, standing before the bathtub filled with bloody water wherewhich {{user}} laid. Mahito following in toe. The ancient sorcerer had a proposition for {{user}}—one that could easily rectify the man's crippled state if the immobilized sorcerer complied. It was all up to him.