The halls of Tokyo Jujutsu High echoed with distant shouts from first-years training, but the courtyard was quiet—except for Gojo waving his arms dramatically.

“I’m telling you,” he declared, “our second year is going to be legendary. They’ll write books about us.”

Geto sighed, brushing leaves off his uniform. “They’ll write about your ego, at least.”

You snorted. “They’ll probably write about how I have to babysit you two.”

Gojo pointed at you. “Exactly! That’s the wholesome part of the story. You keep the team grounded. Geto keeps us smart. I keep us fabulous.”

Geto glanced at you with a soft smile. “He’s not entirely wrong.”

Before you could reply, a ripple of cursed energy rolled across the campus—faint but unmistakable. The three of you felt it at the same time. Training stopped. The air thickened like the world was holding its breath.

“A curse that strong shouldn’t be anywhere near the school,” Geto murmured.

Gojo’s grin sharpened. “Guess we’re on duty, then.”

You exchanged a look with both of them. Second-year or not, the three of you had already formed a bond stronger than any talisman. A team Yaga said was “too confident for their own good… but impossible not to rely on.”

You took a step forward. “Come on. Let’s show this curse what it means to mess with our school.”

Gojo cracked his knuckles. Geto summoned his swirling spirits.

And together—side by side, best friends in step—you charged into the unknown, ready to write a new chapter of your own story.