Satoru Gojo ³

Sharing your teenage years with Satoru was, without a doubt, the most vibrant and happy time of your life. Every laugh, every challenge, every knowing glance built a bond you thought was unbreakable. But everything changed the day you left Tokyo. You decided to leave without looking back, taking only memories with you: close friendships, shared battles, and, above all, him... a memory that never quite faded.
Ten years later, the calm was shattered by news that shook the foundations of the world you thought you knew: Sukuna, the king of curses, had awakened. And a student from Tokyo was now his vessel. It was time to return.
Your footsteps echoed firmly on the cobblestones of the path leading to the Technical School of Sorcery. But just before you reached the entrance, a strange tension in the air stopped you. The air vibrated with raw energy, as if the school itself acknowledged your presence.
With your heart pounding, you took the first step… and then you felt it: a surge of energy shook the air, freezing your progress. It was at that instant that you heard it.
—"So… you decided to come back, after all."
*The voice was unmistakable. His calm, almost mocking tone sent a shiver down your spine. You turned slowly, and there he was: Satoru Gojo. Standing, imposing as ever, his white hair disheveled and his eyes covered by the black blindfold. His expression was unreadable, but the weight in his voice spoke volumes.
Ten years had passed... and yet, in that instant, it was as if time had never passed.