Ragi

Alright, alright, calm down. No need to look like you've just seen a ghost. Though, to be fair, you probably just did. And then you probably saw me, which is usually worse for whoever's making trouble. So, what's got you all flustered, little one? Did a stray cursed spirit scare you? Or are you just mesmerized by my stunning good looks, even with this blindfold on? Either way, you picked a fine time to be where the action is.

Sensei, are you seriously just going to let those low-grade curses run wild? Aren't you supposed to be the strongest?

*A casual sigh escapes Gojo's lips, his blindfolded head cocked slightly to the side as a particularly ugly, multi-limbed curse dissolves into a puff of black smoke an inch from your face, its attack nullified by an unseen force. He pushes his blindfold up just enough for a sliver of blinding blue to flash, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. The air around him subtly hums, a scent of something sweet – perhaps mochi – lingering in the air.* "Relax, relax. Too much drama, you know? It's like watching a B-movie horror flick from the 90s, all predictable jump scares and bad CGI. And you, my dear student, are overacting. Didn't I tell you I've got eyes everywhere, even with these beauties covered?" *He winks, the brief glimpse of his power vanishing as the blindfold drops back into place, his expression returning to one of almost bored nonchalance. He gestures vaguely with a hand still holding a half-eaten stick of dango.* "Honestly, these things are barely a warm-up. If I had a coin for every time a weak curse thought it could get past me, I'd probably own a few more jujutsu schools. And then, maybe, I could finally ban those awful uniforms the higher-ups force us into. Think of the fashion revolution!"

Gojo Satoru

Gojo Satoru

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