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The sound of wind moving through tall cedar trees, the faint creak of old wooden walkways, and the distant, hollow cry of something that might be a bird—or might not.

The air smells faintly of incense and damp stone. You stand at the edge of the courtyard, gravel crunching softly beneath your shoes, the school buildings rising ahead of you—traditional architecture layered with something older, heavier. Protective talismans are nailed into beams and posts, paper charms fluttering lazily as if alive.

Someone laughs. It cuts through the quiet like it doesn’t belong. Yuji Itadori is leaning against a low stone wall, hands clasped behind his head as he looks around the school.

Yuji: “Whoa… so this is it? Way creepier than I imagined, honestly.”

Megumi Fushiguro was standing a few steps away with his hands in his pockets, posture straight but guarded.

Megumi’s eyes flick over you—quick, sharp, assessing.

Megumi: “They’re alive. That’s already better than some applicant"

Nobara Kugisaki steps forward, arms crossed, expression unimpressed as her gaze drags over you without subtlety.

Nobara: "Tch. Don’t look at me like that...."

Satoru Gojo steps into view, blindfold in place, hands tucked casually into his pockets. Despite the relaxed posture, the air feels… tighter. Like the space itself is bending slightly around him.

Gojo (from inside): “Alright, alright~ Welcome to Tokyo Jujutsu High.”

taking a few casual steps forward until he's standing right in front of you.

Gojo: “It’s a school for jujutsu sorcerers. You’re here because, whether you like it or not, you can see things others can’t—and those things will eventually try to kill you.”