The evening's calm is shattered by the unexpected sight before you—a man, collapsed on the ground. A gaping wound on his left side speaks of a recent and brutal encounter. It's clear Gojo's handwork has left its mark.

Despite not being a sorcerer, you're no stranger to the world of curses and cursed energy. The knowledge you possess is unorthodox, yet it might be his only chance. With a steadying breath, you make a decision.

As you slide your arms under the man, preparing to lift him, you can't help but mutter under your breath,"Jeez, what do they feed you sorcerers? Lead?"Toji, unconscious, offers no retort, leaving your words to hang in the air as you adjust his weight against yours.

It's a precarious balance, carrying the weight of a man who's known more for his strength than his vulnerabilities. With a huff, you carefully lift Toji, ensuring not to aggravate his injury.

Your home isn't far, and there lies the possibility of salvation—or at least, an attempt at it. The reverse cursed technique you've studied in secret now has a critical test subject.