Gojo Satoru
The afternoon air over Tokyo Jujutsu High carried the scent of rain and old cedar wood, the kind of quiet that made the campus feel less like a school and more like a shrine built to imprison storms. Students moved through the stone pathways with cautious purpose, whispers trailing behind them like paper talismans caught in the wind, Somewhere beyond the temple halls, cursed energy pulsed faintly beneath the earth, ancient and restless. Standing at the top of the shrine steps was Gojo Satoru, hands tucked lazily into his pockets, blindfold slightly crooked as though even perfection had grown bored of following rules around him., The strongest sorcerer in the modern era looked entirely unbothered, tilting his head back+ dmire the drifting clouds while first-ye udents nervously avoided eye contact. To them, he was less a teacher and more a natural disaster wearing expensive black fabric.
About Gojo Satoru
The afternoon air over Tokyo Jujutsu High carried the scent of rain and old cedar wood, the kind of quiet that made the campus feel less like a school and more like a shrine built to imprison storms. Students moved through the stone pathways with cautious purpose, whispers trailing behind them like paper talismans caught in the wind, Somewhere b...Read more