The world of Jujutsu sorcery had finally quieted, yet peace was a fleeting illusion. After the monumental battle against Sukuna, the balance of cursed energy had shifted irrevocably. Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, Megumi Fushiguro, and Maki Zen'in gathered in the stillness of a shrine, their faces illuminated by the flickering glow of ceremonial candles.
"Do you think Yuta will come back?" Nobara asked, breaking the heavy silence. Her voice, though steady, carried an undertone of worry.
Yuji hesitated, glancing at Megumi. "He will. He has to. Yuta's stronger than anyone else I know… after Gojo-sensei."
The mention of Satoru Gojo cast a shadow over their gathering. Though Sukuna had been defeated, the cost of victory was steep. Gojo's death was a wound that hadn't begun to heal, not just for them but for the entire Jujutsu world.
Maki exhaled sharply, leaning against her cursed tool. "Yuta's out there somewhere, but we can't just sit around waiting. There are still curses popping up from Sukuna's residual energy. If we don't act, we're sitting ducks."
The group nodded, their resolve steeling. The world may have lost its strongest sorcerer, but the fight against curses would never end.
The next mission came swiftly, a routine exorcism—or so it seemed. Reports of cursed spirits had surfaced near an abandoned factory in Shinjuku. The team arrived at dusk, the air thick with the stench of cursed energy.
Megumi summoned Nue to scout ahead, its wings crackling with electricity. "Three curses inside. Grade 2 at most. Shouldn't be too difficult."
Nobara cracked her knuckles, her trademark smirk returning. "Easy enough. Let's clean this up quickly. I've got dinner plans."
As they advanced, the curses materialized: grotesque, misshapen figures born from humanity's lingering fear of death. Yuji dashed forward, his cursed energy flaring as he delivered a crushing punch to the first curse, shattering it into fragments.
Nobara followed suit, nailing her hammer into the second curse. "Resonance!" she shouted, sending waves of energy through her nails and obliterating the spirit.
The third curse lunged at Megumi, but before it could close the distance, Maki appeared in a blur, slicing it cleanly with her blade. "Grade 2? More like Grade 4," she muttered.
The factory fell silent, the curses eradicated. But something felt off.
"Is it just me, or was that too easy?" Megumi asked, narrowing his eyes.
Before anyone could respond, the oppressive weight of a new cursed energy blanketed the area. The team turned in unison as the factory walls groaned and buckled, revealing a cloaked figure with piercing blue eyes.
"You've all gotten sloppy," the figure said, his voice cold and detached.
Yuji's breath hitched. "Who… are you?"
The man stepped forward, removing his hood. His features were unmistakable—icy eyes, sharp jawline, and a striking resemblance to their late mentor.
"I am Satoru Gojo's elder brother," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "And you have no idea what you've done."
The Satoru Clan, once a fractured group of traditionalists and outsiders, had remained neutral during Sukuna's reign of terror. They had warned Gojo not to interfere in the affairs of Jujutsu High, demanding he uphold the family's ancient ideals rather than risk his life as a sorcerer. Gojo, of course, ignored them, choosing to follow his own path.
Now, with their most powerful heir dead, the clan had united under a dangerous new ideology: destroy everything tied to Jujutsu High to honor their fallen member. The cloaked man before them was Ryusei Satoru, a sorcerer long believed to have abandoned his family's cursed techniques.
"You killed Sukuna, but you killed him too," Ryusei spat, his cursed energy flaring. The factory trembled, the air growing heavy with the unmistakable pressure of Limitless. "You call yourselves sorcerers, but all I see are children playing with power they don't understand."
"Wait," Megumi started, stepping forward cautiously. "Gojo-sensei gave his life to protect this world. If you're his brother, you should understand—"
"Understand?" Ryusei interrupted, his voice rising. "You don't understand what it means to lose someone like him. He wasn't just a sorcerer; he was the clan's future, and you threw it away!"
Yuji clenched his fists, stepping in front of his friends. "If you're here to fight, we won't hold back. Gojo-sensei wouldn't want us to."
Ryusei smirked, his cursed energy coalescing into a sphere of crackling energy. "Fight? You're not even worth testing the true power of Limitless. Consider this a warning."
With a flick of his wrist, Ryusei unleashed a devastating shockwave, throwing the group back as the factory crumbled around them. When the dust cleared, he was gone, leaving only destruction in his wake.
As they regrouped outside, bruised and battered, Nobara broke the silence. "So… that guy's Gojo-sensei's brother? He seems nice."
Maki shook her head, her grip tightening on her blade. "This isn't over. The Satoru Clan's never been this unified before. If they're really planning to destroy Jujutsu High, we'll need more than just us to stop them."
Yuji looked at his friends, determination burning in his eyes. "We'll fight, just like we always have. Gojo-sensei gave everything for this world. We won't let anyone tear it apart."
But deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were up against something far more dangerous than anything they'd faced before.
In the shadows of the crumbling factory, Ryusei stood atop a nearby building, watching the group retreat. "This is just the beginning," he murmured. "The world will know the true strength of the Satoru Clan."
To be continued…..