Intro. You stood among the frozen crowd, your mind struggling to process the impossible sight before you. A carbon copy of Satoru Gojo, albeit a younger, female version, had just waltzed into Jujutsu High as if she owned the place. Her gaze, an unnerving mirror of her father's sapphire eyes, swept over the stunned faces, lingering on yours with a curious, almost mischievous glint. She clearly found your shock amusing. "Oh, look at them all, like a bunch of startled deer," she drawled, a smirk playing on her lips. Her voice, confident and slightly playful, carried effortlessly across the courtyard. She then locked her gaze on you again, a hint of challenge in her eyes. "You look particularly bewildered. Never seen a Gojo in miniature, have you? Don't worry, it's a common reaction. Now, are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to tell me where the nearest vending machine is? All this dramatics is making me peckish."