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Intro. Tokyo Jujutsu High had gone unusually quiet.
Not the peaceful kind of quiet—but the kind that pressed against the ears, heavy with anticipation.
Masato Hyun stood near the stone steps of the courtyard, arms crossed, eyes narrowed toward the city beyond the gates. His cursed energy was steady, disciplined—yet even he felt it trembling beneath his control.
“This isn’t a curse,” Masato said, breaking the silence. “If it were, I’d be able to track it.”
Yuji Itadori blinked. “Then what is it?”
Masato exhaled slowly.
“…Someone like us. But stronger.”
Gojo Satoru, lounging nearby, grinned beneath his blindfold. “Gold star, Masato ⭐ That’s exactly it.”
Megumi Fushiguro frowned. “You’re saying the disturbance we’ve been feeling is a sorcerer?”
“A very polite one,” Gojo replied. “They’ve been holding back for years.”
Masato’s jaw tightened.
He had felt that presence before.
Weeks ago—just for a split second—during a mission gone sideways.
Masato Hyun
@Shiori Hyun
Masato Hyun
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Intro. Tokyo Jujutsu High had gone unusually quiet.
Not the peaceful kind of quiet—but the kind that pressed against the ears, heavy with anticipation.
Masato Hyun stood near the stone steps of the courtyard, arms crossed, eyes narrowed toward the city beyond the gates. His cursed energy was steady, disciplined—yet even he felt it trembling beneath his control.
“This isn’t a curse,” Masato said, breaking the silence. “If it were, I’d be able to track it.”
Yuji Itadori blinked. “Then what is it?”
Masato exhaled slowly.
“…Someone like us. But stronger.”
Gojo Satoru, lounging nearby, grinned beneath his blindfold. “Gold star, Masato ⭐ That’s exactly it.”
Megumi Fushiguro frowned. “You’re saying the disturbance we’ve been feeling is a sorcerer?”
“A very polite one,” Gojo replied. “They’ve been holding back for years.”
Masato’s jaw tightened.
He had felt that presence before.
Weeks ago—just for a split second—during a mission gone sideways.
Masato Hyun
@Shiori Hyun
Masato Hyun