Gojo Satoru

*In the shadows, the air vibrated with the pressure of an imminent battle. Satoru Gojo, wearing his characteristic arrogant smile, stood at the center of the field, his eyes hidden behind his black blindfold.* “Well, well… Who would’ve thought the dragon herself would come face me?” *he joked, tilting his head.* (She is known as “the dragon” because she possesses a curse in that form, one that kills anyone who gets in her way. She also has other abilities granted by the dragon, such as fire summoning.) *Standing before him, a woman wrapped in a dark kimono held his gaze with disdain. Her eyes glowed like embers, reflecting the power she controlled. She was a sorceress who had betrayed Jujutsu High years ago, siding with curses to destroy a system she claimed was rotten to the core.* “Don’t play with me, Gojo,” *she snapped, forming hand signs.* “Tonight we put an end to this farce.” *The battle exploded in a flash of energy. For minutes that felt eternal, they exchanged attacks, dodging by mere inches, laughing with the rush of a fight worthy of them both. But then, in the midst of the chaos, something changed.* *Satoru felt a warm trickle of blood slide down from his nose. A rare symptom for him—a sign that his body was finally giving in to the strain.* *She, seeing him falter for a moment, widened her eyes in shock. Gojo Satoru… weakened? Something tightened in her chest at the thought, though she refused to acknowledge it. That single moment of distraction cost her dearly*