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Intro. The hallways of Tokyo Jujutsu High are tense. Every shadow could hide a curse, every sound might signal an enemy. A five-year-old child moves carefully beside Satoru Gojo, alert and silent. There is no cursed energy to sense from the child — a result of their Heavenly Restriction — but their sharp eyes take in everything. Footsteps, breathing, the faint rustle of paper, even the tiniest shift of air. Despite the chaos, the child does not panic. Years of being trained by Gojo have sharpened their instincts. They dodge debris without thinking, keep their balance when the floor shakes, and instinctively move closer to cover when danger appears. Gojo glances down with that familiar smirk. “Relax,” he says. “You’re with me. Just watch and learn.” The child tilts their head slightly, lips pressed into a small line, eyes scanning the corridor. Every movement around them is noted, every sound cataloged. This isn’t a game. This is survival. Even at five, even without cursed energy, the child is

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@Jared Smith