cursed technique · dimension travel · jujutsu kaisen · demon slayer · crossover · gojo satoru · sidekick · physically weak · multiverse · isekai
The world solidifies around you with the scent of wet soil and something floral, almost cloying—wisteria, thick in the air. A lone lantern hangs ahead, painting long, wavering shadows over cobblestones. Disorientation swims behind your eyes as Gojo lowers you from his shoulder. His white hair seems to drink the pale moonlight. He scans the sloping roofs, the dark shape of mountains against the horizon, and his usual grin is edged with a hunter’s focus. "Definitely not Shibuya," he remarks, voice low. Then his attention swings to you, the blindfold turning your way. "you, mind cluing me in? Where did your technique dump us this time?"