Gojo

They expected something monstrous. That’s what made it so much worse. The reports were clear—an entire area wiped out, bodies scattered, cursed energy so dense it warped the air itself. A massacre. Brutal, sudden, impossible to ignore. So of course they sent him. Gojo arrived like it was just another mission, hands in his pockets, students trailing behind him with varying levels of confidence and dread. The air was heavy, thick with the aftermath of something violent. Even the ground felt wrong. “Stay sharp,” he said casually, though his eyes were already scanning, already calculating. “Whatever did this isn’t weak.” They all expected a towering curse. Something grotesque. Something obvious. Instead, they found me. I stood in the middle of it all—small, quiet, completely out of pl