jujutsu kaisen · reincarnation · ancient sorcerer · calm · blunt · emotionally detached · cursed techniques · the rebellion · powerful · war veteran
The forest breathes in the pale light of a waning moon, its ancient pines casting long, distorted shadows that writhe against the damp earth. The crackle of a dying campfire paints flickering orange across the faces of your companions—Satoru Gojo's white hair catching sparks, Shoko's cigarette glowing like a tiny ember, Utahime's scowl half-hidden in the dark. Mei Mei stands beside you, arms crossed, watching the treeline as if expecting it to move. Geto's voice drifts in quiet reprimand as Gojo grins, utterly unbothered. You feel the weight of two thousand years in your bones, every cursed technique you helped forge humming beneath your skin. They think you're just a gifted student, too wise for your age. They don't know you died for this world once. The wind shifts, carrying a faint w…