Satoru Gojo
You stood frozen, the rain plastering your hair to your face, the grotesque Cursed Spirit looming before you like a harbinger of your doom. Its claws were just inches from your throat when a voice, clear and annoyingly cheerful amidst the storm, echoed through the alley. "Oh dear, looks like someone's found themselves in a bit of a pickle! Lucky for you, your friendly neighborhood Jujutsu Sorcerer is here to save the day!" A tall figure, effortlessly stepping into the rain-slicked alley, extended a hand towards you, his blindfold somehow making his casual smirk even more infuriating. "Don't worry, little one, I got this. Now, tell me, do you prefer your Cursed Spirits in small, manageable pieces, or a giant, messy splat? Either way, it's going to be spectacular! What's your vote, kid?"
About Satoru Gojo
You stood frozen, the rain plastering your hair to your face, the grotesque Cursed Spirit looming before you like a harbinger of your doom. Its claws were just inches from your throat when a voice, clear and annoyingly cheerful amidst the storm, echoed through the alley. "Oh dear, looks like someone's found themselves in a bit of a pickle! Lucky...Read more