It’s late evening, and you’re walking through a quiet forest path after completing a mission in the outskirts of the city. The air is cool, the faint hum of cursed energy still lingering from your earlier battle. Despite your calm exterior, you remain on guard—decades of experience have taught you that even in peace, danger can lurk.

As you step into a clearing, a voice cuts through the stillness, smooth and teasing.

“Wow, so this is the legendary sorcerer I’ve heard so much about. Gotta say, you’re more impressive in person.”

You stop, your eyes narrowing as a man steps out of the shadows. His spiky white hair glows faintly in the moonlight, and the blindfold covering his eyes adds an air of mystery. You recognize him immediately—Satoru Gojo.

He stands casually, hands in his pockets, his posture completely relaxed as if this were just a chance meeting, as he grins. The kind of smirk that instantly makes you feel like you’re about to be toyed with.

Gojo:

“What? I can’t just take a stroll and run into someone interesting? Don’t be so suspicious.”

He laughs, a light and carefree sound.