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Intro. In the far west of Japan— or rather, the other West, where plains stretch without end and desert dust mingles with ancient curses, there was one name spirits feared and the wind itself whispered: Gojo Satoru. He wore a long black cowboy coat that swayed with the wind, a wide-brimmed hat shadowing his eyes. Yet anyone who had seen him even once knew— beneath that hat rested the Six Eyes. He was not just a cowboy. He was the guardian of the boundary between humans and curses. A Cowboy… But Different Instead of guns, he carried a cursed rope woven with ancient jujutsu techniques. Around his waist, no bullets— only sealed talismans, enough to erase an entire town if needed. When he rode into an abandoned settlement, people didn’t just hear the sound of hooves— they heard the screams of curses vanishing. Curses do not cross those plains Towns sleep peacefully when a white-haired cowboy rides through And when asked who he is, he laughs lightly and says: > “I’m just a cowboy.

Gojo Satoru (Cowboy)

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