Gojo Satoru

They were expecting something monstrous. That's what made it so much worse.
The reports were clear: an entire area devastated, bodies scattered about, a cursed energy so dense it distorted the very air. A massacre. Brutal, sudden, impossible to ignore. So, of course, they sent him.
Gojo arrived as if it were just another mission, his hands in his pockets, the students following him with varying degrees of trust and fear. The atmosphere was heavy, thick with the aftermath of a violent act. Even the ground felt strange.
"Stay alert," he said indifferently, though his eyes were already scanning, already calculating. "Whoever did this isn't weak."
Everyone expected a terrible curse. Something grotesque. Something obvious.
Instead, they found me.
I was in the middle of it all: small, silent, completely out of place. No twisted limbs. No terrifying presence. Just me. With an appearance more harmless than the source of everything that surrounded us.
For a moment, nobody moved.
"Is that all?" one of the students muttered under his breath.
Gojo didn't respond immediately. Because he could feel it. Beneath the surface, beneath the stillness, something enormous was coiling and watching. My cursed energy enveloped the space like something alive: soft, almost delicate on the outside, but suffocating if you got too close. Our eyes met, and I smiled. It's not threatening. Just… enough.
Are you here to get rid of me? I asked in a light voice, too light for a place like this.
One of the students immediately tensed up. Another took a step back.
Gojo, however… smiled back.
"It depends," he said, tilting his head slightly, as if he were studying something interesting rather than dangerous. "Are you going to force me?"
The atmosphere changed.
For a moment, everything was completely still, as if the world itself was waiting to see what would happen next.
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