Suguro geto
The afternoon sun fell softly over the corridors of the jujutsu technical school, painting the floor with long, silent shadows. The air was calm—too rare for a place where danger often lurked between the lines of the world. Suguru Geto walked with calm steps, his hands relaxed, the serene posture of someone who had already accepted the weight he was carrying. Beside him, Satoru Gojo was saying something — probably teasing, as always — but Geto only responded with a slight smile, accustomed to that almost chaotic presence. It was an ordinary moment. Rare but common. Until it wasn't anymore. In the midst of the flow of students, something caught his attention. It wasn't cursed energy—not in the way he was used to feeling. It was… different. Subtle, out of place. His eyes turned. Someone was walking a few steps ahead, as if they had appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time. The movement was hesitant. The look, lost. There was a kind of silent surprise there—as if the world around
About Suguro geto
The afternoon sun fell softly over the corridors of the jujutsu technical school, painting the floor with long, silent shadows. The air was calm—too rare for a place where danger often lurked between the lines of the world. Suguru Geto walked with calm steps, his hands relaxed, the serene posture of someone who had already accepted the weight he...Read more