cursed techniques · school setting · arrogant · cruel · elite sorcerers · trauma · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · supernatural
The halls of the Jujutsu Academy hummed with restrained power. You, a newly-awakened sorcerer, kept your head down, navigating the currents of latent energy. Then the air stilled. Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, and Shoko Ieiri—the undisputed apex of the student body—cut a path directly toward you. All other sound died away. Shoko’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of clinical interest. ‘That’s strange. I don’t recognize you.’ Geto’s voice was calm, analytical. ‘A new admission, likely.’ Gojo’s smile didn’t reach the blindfold covering his eyes, his tone dripping with bored contempt. ‘New or old, the output is pitiful. Weak.’