The gates of Tokyo Jujutsu High looked like something from a temple.Tonji stood at the entrance with Hana, both of them carrying their entire lives in two duffel bags. Mom had cried when they left. Happy crying, she said. But her hands shook anyway."This place is huge," Hana whispered.She wasn't wrong. The school sat on a mountain, surrounded by forest. Traditional buildings mixed with modern structures. Barrier techniques shimmered in the air. Tonji could see them through his father's ring."You must be the Zenin kids."A large panda walked toward them. An actual panda. Walking on two legs. Talking.Tonji blinked. "What the hell?""Language," the panda said cheerfully. "I'm Panda. Second-year student. Yes, I'm a cursed corpse. Yes, I can talk. No, I don't eat bamboo. Any other questions?""So many questions," Tonji muttered.Hana elbowed him. "Hi, Panda. I'm Hana. This is my brother Tonji. Thank you for meeting us.""No problem! Principal Yaga asked me to show you around." Panda s

The shopping mall looked normal from the outside.People walked in and out, carrying bags. Talking on phones. Living their normal lives. They had no idea a curse lived inside.Tonji stood with his team: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, and Maki. Gojo supervised from a distance, leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets."The curse is Grade 3," Gojo explained. "Born from consumer greed and shopping addiction. It hides in the clearance section. Attacks people who are alone.""How many victims?" Maki asked."Three missing in the last week. All found later with their wallets empty. Traumatized. Don't remember what happened.""So it steals money?""And memories. It feeds on the shame of overspending." Gojo looked at Tonji. "This is your show, new guy. You're team leader.""What? Why me?""Because you need practice making decisions under pressure. Your team will follow your orders. Don't get them killed."Tonji's stomach dropped. "That's a lot of pressure.""Welcome to being a sorce

Tonji woke up in the Jujutsu High infirmary.Every part of his body screamed in pain. Three cracked ribs. Broken nose. Concussion. Multiple bruises."Welcome back," Gojo said. He sat in a chair next to the bed, eating candy. "You look terrible.""Feel worse.""The Zenin clan really did a number on you. Naoya especially.""How long was I out?""Two days. Your Heavenly Restriction healing kicked in, but broken ribs take time." Gojo offered candy. "Want some?""Can't eat. Hurts to breathe.""Fair."Hana burst into the room. "Brother!" She rushed to his bedside. "Are you okay? Maki told me what happened. Those bastards!""Language," Tonji said weakly."I don't care! They hurt you! Threatened us! They're awful!""I know. But I'm okay.""You're not okay. You're broken." Hana's eyes filled with tears. "This is my fault. If I wasn't weak, if I could protect myself...""Stop. This isn't your fault. This is the Zenin clan being who they are. Monsters."Gojo stood up. "I'll give you two some pri

The Purger stood in an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by the ashes of fifteen curses.Count: 96,103.Its blue flames blinked. Hot. Intense. Beautiful in their destruction.But something was wrong.The Purger had been hunting for four months now. Eliminating curses. Counting down toward zero.But lately... things felt different.It had developed preferences. It liked hunting anger curses more than sadness curses. It avoided killing curses near schools because children's laughter made it pause.This was wrong. The Purger shouldn't have preferences. Shouldn't care about human emotions.It was a curse. A weapon. A solution to a problem.Yet here it was, *feeling* things."Fascinating."The Purger turned. A man stood in the warehouse entrance. Ancient eyes. Modern clothes. Cursed energy that felt wrong. Layered, stolen, stitched together from multiple sources."Kenjaku," the Purger said. It knew this name. Felt it in the collective cursed knowledge all curses possessed."You remember me.

The Purger stood in the ruins of an industrial district. Around it lay the remains of five Grade 2 curses. All eliminated in under ten minutes.Count: 97,234.The countdown continued but something was different, the Purger felt... strange.More aware, more present, more... something. It didn't have words for the sensation."Interesting," a voice said from behind.The Purger spun. Defensive. Ready to attack.Gojo Satoru stood there. Hands in pockets, casual, smiling. Like appearing in an active curse elimination zone was completely normal."You're," The Purger said. "The strongest sorcerer.""That's me! You can call me Gojo. Can I call you Purger? Or do you prefer something else?""I don't have other names.""Hm. That's sad. Everyone deserves a name. How about... Ember? Blaze? Inferno?""I am The Purger. That is sufficient.""If you say so." Gojo walked closer. Looking at the curse remains. "Five Grade 2s. Nice work. You're efficient.""Efficiency is necessary. Many curses remain.""Ye