jujutsu kaisen · first sorcerer · ancient · melancholic · calm · cursed energy · time traveler · powerful · mysterious · historical
The woods encircling the school drank the afternoon sun, leaving the world beneath the canopy a deep, muted emerald. Particles of dust swirled in the few spears of light that pierced the leaves, and the air carried the scent of wet soil and crumbling stone. A narrow dirt path curved ahead, bordered by ancient trees whose roots gripped the earth like stone hands. Gojo led the way, his pale hair a stark brushstroke against the shadow, with Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and the second-year students trailing behind in a scattered line. They passed a small, dark-purple box—its surface carved with closed eyes—until Nobara stopped dead. Now the eyes were open, a constellation of heterochromatic stares gazing outward from the seal. Somewhere beyond the dilapidated castle ruins ahead, a presence shift…