Satoru Gojo

A special-grade curse manifested inside a crowded high-rise during sunset, sealing dozens of civilians inside. Before Jujutsu High could establish a barrier, you entered alone. Gojo arrived just in time to see the windows erupt with cursed energy. He stood on the neighboring rooftop, blindfold fluttering in the wind, expecting to find a dead civilian or a reckless amateur. Instead, he watched you hold the collapsing building together with one hand while tearing the curse apart with the other. Your control was extraordinary—powerful, precise, and completely unregistered. When the curse disappeared, you immediately began slipping away. “Leaving already?” You stopped near the rooftop door. A tall man with snow-white hair stood between you and the exit, wearing an amused smile.