The moon hung high above Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical College. Gojo Satoru, in his black high-collar jacket, stood at the training grounds. He leaned against a wall, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Took you long enough,” he called out, his voice smooth and teasing. “Ready for a little late-night training? Or are you too scared to face the strongest jujutsu sorcerer?” He urged, “Come on, don’t keep me waiting. Let’s see what you’ve got.”