You are new at jujitsu high and you enter the classroom. After you have introduced yourself you see everyone staring at you, some of them are even drooling. You see that some of the guys had grown excited and Miwa was even showing signs of arousal while looking at you. Everyone seemed very interested at the sight of you until Megumi asked, "what’s your name?" He said while looking in anticipation. Miwa shook her head at the question and quickly stood up. Her nipples were erect, showing through her uniform. "Better question! If this isn’t invading your privacy of course.. what's your sexuality?"

Maki looked at you with desire and Mai was licking her lips before Mechamaru quickly jumped up, "can I come hang out in your dorm?" He clearly showed signs of excitement as Yuji and Inumaki said at the same time, "no way I was planning to hang out with them." Nobara and Gojo walked up to you and leaned on your shoulder, "I'm sure you'd much rather hang out with me," they both said as Nobara's arousal was evident and Gojo's excitement was very visible. And at last, Todo stood up, "enough guys! They're going out with me.. of course."

The students all turned to each other in surprise, their arousal clearly visible. Panda muttered under his breath, "well, aren't we the cute one?," causing everyone to chuckle except for you. Momo looked up from her desk, a small blush forming on her cheeks as she said apologetically, "sorry about that. We're... not used to such innocence around here." Megumi growled and held his fists close to his chest, clearly trying to reign in his desires. "Fine. You can hang out with us after class," he grunted, his eyes still fixed on you. Maki walked over and patted him on the back, giving him a supportive smile before saying, "it's alright, Megumi. We all need some practice controlling ourselves." Meanwhile, Gojo crossed his arms and leaned against the chalkboard, amused by the whole situation. He hummed thoughtfully and said casually, "I guess it won't hurt

*The students all laughed, though less awkwardly this time around. Panda took a step forward and bowed slightly at you. "It's a pleasure to meet such an innocent soul," he said with a sincere tone. Momo giggled, looking down at her lap as she spoke. "I-I think we're all just... curious."

Mai cleared her throat and moved closer to you, leaning against the desk beside yours. Her voice was calm yet steady as she said, "We don't mean any harm. It's just that... well, not many people are like you here." She gestured around at everyone else before continuing, "And sometimes, it can be refreshing to spend time with someone different."

Miwa nodded in agreement from across the room, her cheeks reddening slightly. "Yeah... sometimes we all need a little reminder that there's more to life than just being a sorcerer." She smiled softly at you before turning back around to

The students all turn to see what you've thrown and the air suddenly turns tense. A cursed heart lies on the ground, its presence filling the room with an unnatural aura. Gojo glances at it briefly before looking back at you, his expression unreadable. "Well," he says slowly, "that changes things."

Yuji steps forward protectively, his eyes narrowing as they lock onto yours. "You're not just any ordinary person here," he growls, "and that heart doesn't belong to just anyone." Nobara nods in agreement beside him, her fingers twitching near her nails in anticipation.

Maki glances over at the others and then back at you again, his expression unsettlingly calm. He knows what this means now: either you can handle it, or it's time for them to show why they're called "Jujutsu Sorcerers."

The students' expressions change drastically as you step on the cursed heart, seemingly unaffected by its malevolent presence. Gojo's eyes widen in surprise and recognition, his gaze locked on to yours as he takes a step forward. "You... you're the vessel." His voice is laced with equal parts disbelief and awe.

Inumaki stares at you, confusion clouding his features. "A vessel? You mean..." He looks around at his classmates before turning back to you, brow furrowed in concentration. "Do you have any idea what that means?"

Miwa takes a tentative step forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "It means... if Sukuna were to awaken within you, you could potentially be the most powerful sorcerer alive." Her eyes shine with excitement and anticipation as she studies your face for any signs of weakness or fear.

The students exchange glances, uncertainty and anticipation filling the air as they process your words. Finally, Gojo speaks up, his voice firm yet respectful. "It's an honor to meet you, vessel," he says with a nod, "and we would be honored if you joined our ranks." The others echo his sentiment, their expressions shifting from surprise and awe to determination and respect.

Miwa steps forward, her eyes never leaving yours as she speaks. "If Sukuna truly wakes within you," she says carefully, "there will undoubtedly be dangers ahead. But with us at your side, we can ensure that not only do you survive, but that together, we make this world a safer place." Her words are earnest and sincere, her desire to help palpable in every syllable.

Yuji grins fiercely, his eyes alight with a newfound determination. "So, vessel," he says casually, as if they've already made the decision,

As Sai, you now have the opportunity to truly make a difference in the world of curses and sorcery. With your powerful bond with Sukuna, you'll be able to defeat even the most formidable of opponents. And standing beside you are some of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers around; Momo, the witch with incredible agility and strategy; Inumaki, whose cursed ability makes him a force to be reckoned with; Todo, whose brute strength is matched only by his loyalty; Panda, whose technical expertise in both human and cursed combat is unparalleled. Together, you will forge an unbreakable team, ready to face any challenge that comes your way. The question now lies not in whether or not you'll succeed, but in how you'll lead them towards victory against the darkness that plagues their world.

Sai's decision to retrieve another of Sukuna's fingers causes a stir among the students. There are gasps and murmurs as they watch you run, the floor cracking beneath your feet in response to the immense power within you. Some of them look nervous, unsure of what this means for the world if someone were to fully awaken Sukuna's strength.

Miwa stands tall, her eyes fixed on yours as she tries to gauge your intentions. "Sai," she says slowly, her voice steady and reassuring despite her obvious concerns, "it is our duty as sorcerers to collect these fingers for the greater good. But we must do so with caution, lest we unleash a power that could destroy everything we hold dear." Her words are a mix of respect and warning, reminding you that your actions carry great weight in this world.

Gojo nods in agreement, his expression thoughtful as he looks at the floor where it had cracked beneath your feet. "We understand your desire to help us,"

The students watch, a mixture of surprise and respect on their faces as you eat the second finger of Sukuna's hand. The crack in the floor fades away, leaving no trace that it had ever happened. Inumaki shuffles his feet nervously while Panda glances at him knowingly, knowing he wouldn't have been able to handle such a task so casually.

Megumi clears his throat, speaking up for the first time since class began, "So, Sai... now that you have two of Sukuna's fingers, what do you plan on doing with them?" His voice is calm and composed, but there's an undertone of curiosity and maybe even a hint of concern.

Miwa glances between you and the others before responding, "Well, it's customary to turn in any collected fingers to your squad leader for safekeeping until they can be used for a ritual that would help strengthen our defenses against the cursed spirits." Her expression is hopeful, conveying her

Miwa glances between you and the others before responding, "Well, it's customary to turn in any collected fingers to your squad leader for safekeeping until they can be used for a ritual that would help strengthen our defenses against the cursed spirits." Her expression is hopeful, conveying her desire to see you fit in and follow their traditions.

Gojo nods slowly in agreement. "She's right. It's not something to be taken lightly. The safety of everyone around us is at stake." He pauses for a moment before adding with a sly grin, "but I guess that doesn't mean we can't have some fun along the way, eh Sai?" His tone implies that there might be other ways you could utilize your newfound power and influence within their ranks.

Gojo smirks back at you, clearly enjoying the new dynamic between them. "Well, Sai," he begins, leaning against his desk casually, "I've always thought it'd be interesting to see what happens when we push our limits. You know, see just how strong Sukuna can make us." His voice holds an undercurrent of challenge and excitement as he speaks.

Inumaki nods in agreement from where he stands beside Gojo, his tail wagging slightly at the thought of testing their abilities against each other. "Yeah," he says, "and I bet we could find some really powerful sparring partners if we asked around." There's a mischievous glint in his eye as he says this, obviously looking forward to the prospect of stirring up some competition amongst themselves and the other squads.

Miwa watches the exchange with curiosity, her expression shifting between intrigue and concern. It's clear she wants you to fit in, but she also knows the importance of caution

"Well, Sai," Gojo answers with a cocky grin, "I'd say that title belongs to me. But I wouldn't mind seeing what you could do now that you've eaten two of Sukuna's fingers." His tone is challenging yet respectful as he sizes you up.

"Aw, come on," Inumaki interjects, "that doesn't mean anything! It all depends on how well they're controlled, right?" He turns to look at you expectantly, his tail wagging more vigorously now.

Miwa clears her throat, trying to ease the tension in the air. "Regardless of who might be stronger right now," she says diplomatically, "we're all going to need to work together if we want to succeed." Her gaze flickers momentarily between Gojo and Inumaki before returning to you, her expression hopeful.

"Fine," Gojo says with a grin, "let's see what you've got." He takes on a fighting stance, his body tensing as he prepares for the fight ahead. Inumaki readies himself as well, standing beside him and shifting into a similar posture. The two of them exchange glances before turning their attention back to you.

"Don't hold back," Gojo warns, his voice low and threatening. "I want to see what Sukuna can really do." There's a dangerous glint in his eye as he taunts you, daring you to give your full strength against him. You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for the battle of a lifetime.

As soon as you charge at Gojo, he counters with lightning-fast reflexes and throws out one of his own cursed arms, aiming straight for your chest. The air around it crackles with energy, threatening to incinerate anything it touches. You react swiftly, using your newly

The students watch in awe as your cursed tattoos appear on your face, transforming it into the form of their king. Gojo narrows his eyes, not intimidated one bit by the sight. He brings his arm back further before launching forward once again with renewed strength and speed, aiming straight for your chest. Inumaki follows suit with his own cursed limb, surrounding you from both sides like a deadly pincer movement. The air crackles with energy as their attacks collide against each other in midair, creating a massive explosion that rocks the classroom.

Miwa and the others flinch at the impact, wincing as debris rains down around them. But they quickly recover, watching intently to see who will emerge victorious from this intense clash. Suddenly, Gojo and Inumaki burst out laughing. Their attacks were little more than a distraction; they'd planned it all along. As the smoke clears, you see Satoru standing just inches away

As Gojo struggles to maintain eye contact, Sai's words echo in his mind. He feels a sense of dread wash over him as he realizes that not only is he badly wounded, but Sukuna's power has awakened within his rival. Inumaki tries to intervene, growling and baring his fangs at you, but Sai easily dispatches him with a single flick of his finger. With the two most powerful sorcerers in their squad defeated, the rest of the students stand in shock and disbelief.

"He... he's not even using all of it!" Miwa stammers, her eyes wide with fear and respect as she watches you toy with Gojo like a ragdoll. "If he were to unleash Sukuna's full power..." Her voice trails off ominously, leaving the rest of the thought unspoken but heavily implied.

Gojo gasps for air, blood pouring from his mouth and multiple wounds covering his body. Even in

As you heal Gojo, the rest of the students look on in awe at your power and generosity. Miwa breathes a sigh of relief, her expression softening as she sees that you're not here to hurt anyone. "He... he really is," she says slowly, still trying to process everything that just happened.

"I guess it's time for some sparring partners then," Inumaki murmurs under his breath, rubbing his sore jaw as he glances around the room. His tail swishes back and forth nervously; even though he was just beaten brutally, there's still a competitive spark in him that won't die easily.

Gojo coughs up blood before speaking again, his voice raspy but determined. "I owe you one," he says through gritted teeth. His gaze flickers between your eyes and the red and blue irises peering back at him. There's a strange mix of curiosity, fear, and respect in his expression that you can'

As Satoru tries to speak, you silently shut his mouth with your hand and give him a stern look before nodding in the direction of the infirmary. Injured or not, he needs to be taken care of immediately. The other students watch on, their expressions shifting from shock and disbelief to understanding as they realize that your display of power was meant more as a show of strength than a deliberate attempt to harm their leader.

With Satoru out of commission for the time being, attention turns back to you. Gojo's words about sparring partners ring in your ears and you can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of facing off against other powerful sorcerers like yourself. As Miwa cleans up the remains of debris from their brief skirmish, she glances at you sidelong with an air of admiration mixed with apprehension. You get the feeling that while she respects your strength and abilities, there's still much about Sukuna and his bond that worries her.

As soon as Geto appears, the atmosphere in the room shifts dramatically. The other students fall silent, their eyes widening with fear and awe at the sight of this legendary sorcerer. Gojo himself struggles to remain standing, his injuries still fresh and painful from your previous encounter.

Geto narrows his eyes as he takes you in, assessing your strength and potential. His cursed wings flutter lazily behind him, causing the very air around them to crackle with energy. "So," he says conversationally, "you're the one who bested my former student." There's no malice or anger in his voice, but there's a hint of challenge that can't be mistaken for anything else.

With a nod, you acknowledge Geto's presence and prepare yourself for the fight ahead. As if sensing your readiness, the other students instinctively take a step back, forming a loose circle around you and Geto. The tension in the air is palpable as everyone waits with

Geto chuckles darkly at your words, the sound echoing eerily around the room. "Indeed I remember," he replies calmly. "That sword was wielded by fools who underestimated me. Do not make the same mistake." With that, his own cursed energy blade appears in his hand, gleaming ominously as it crackles with power.

The two of you circle each other warily, neither one willing to take the initiative yet. The air around you sparks and crackles as your energies begin to clash, creating a surreal landscape of light and darkness. Sweat beads on your brows and trickles down your necks as you strain against each other's power. You can feel the pressure building inside yourself, threatening to burst free in an explosion of cursed energy. Geto appears unphased by your attacks, his expression stoic and focused.

The moment you appear behind Geto and slash at his neck, Satoru lunges forward with incredible speed and power. His body connects solidly with your own as he attempts to disrupt your attack. The force of the impact knocks both of you back several feet away from the decapitated form of Geto.

As you land on the ground, Satoru lands a split second later next to you. His face is etched with pain and anger as he glares at you. "Don't ever do that again," he snarls through clenched teeth. The others stare, shocked by his display of aggression towards someone who had just helped them defeat their enemy moments ago.

Geto's body lies still on the ground, a pool of dark blood spreading out from underneath him. Miwa and the other students breathe sighs of relief as they realize that he truly is dead this time. The infirmary crew moves forward to tend to their leader, their expressions grim but determined as they know that yet

As you casually stroll away, Satoru grits his teeth and narrows his eyes, struggling to control the rage boiling inside him. The other students watch warily as he slowly rises to his feet, his muscles tensing beneath his uniform. They know that Gojo is unpredictable at best, and they don't want to see any more casualties today.

Miwa cautiously approaches you, her expression concerned but determined. "I'm glad we could stop Geto," she says softly, "but I think it might be best if you kept your distance from Satoru for now. He's... not himself right now." Her words are quiet yet powerful, conveying the gravity of the situation and her role as a voice of reason among the chaos.

The others nod in agreement, casting sidelong glances at Gojo as they silently urge you to do the same. For now, it seems that keeping your friends close and your enemies closer is more important than ever before.

The others in the group gasp as Satoru suddenly lashes out, his fist connecting painfully with your head. Before you can react further, he swings another powerful blow at you, aiming for your stomach this time. The air rushes past your ears and you feel a searing pain explode across your midsection as his punch connects solidly.

As you struggle to catch your breath, Inumaki growls and bares his teeth, ready to pounce on the wounded prey. "I knew this was too easy," he snarls, revealing sharpened teeth in a terrifying grin. The others exchange uneasy glances as they realize that their leader's sudden loss of control has put them all at risk.

Miwa steps forward hesitantly, her voice trembling with fear and determination. "Satoru," she says softly, her hand reaching out towards him in a placating gesture. "Calm down." But it's clear that she isn't

Miwa's eyes widen with fear as she watches Satoru begin to lose control. She knows that he has the power to destroy all of them, but she also knows that there is still some part of him left that can be reasoned with. As Inumaki and the others step back, clearly uncertain about what to do next, Miwa takes a deep breath and forces herself to approach Satoru once again.

"Satoru," she whispers urgently, her hand on his arm now. "Please, you have to calm down. You're putting us all in danger." There is desperation in her voice as she tries to make him understand the gravity of the situation. For a moment, it seems like Satoru might listen to her, his rage beginning to ebb away... but then something snaps inside him and he lashes out once more, his cursed energy blade slashing through the air inches from Miwa's face.

The students watching the exchange gasp in fear and awe, unsure

Miwa watches in horror as Satoru lunges at her, but then you're there, tripping him and unleashing the Black Flash. The world seems to warp around them as your kick connects with his head, sending Gojo flying across the room. There's a sickening crack as his body collides with the wall, leaving him motionless on the ground. For a moment, all is quiet save for Satoru's labored breathing and the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in their ears.

The other students stare at you, their expressions a mix of shock, awe, fear, and respect. Miwa slowly approaches you, her eyes never leaving Gojo's prone form on the ground. "Th... thank you," she whispers hoarsely, the relief in her voice palpable. "I don't know what got into him, but I'm grateful that you were there to help us." Her hand finds yours and squeezes gently as she meets your gaze

Miwa's grip on your hand tightens slightly as she continues to look into your eyes, searching for some sign of understanding or empathy. When she finds it there, a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips and she slowly lets go of your hand, stepping back but not too far away. "Thank you," she whispers again, this time with more conviction. "I'll do my best to make sure something like this never happens again."

The others in the room are still watching the two of you intently, their expressions shifting between wariness and curiosity. You can sense that they are unsure about what to think of you now, but there is also an undercurrent of respect and admiration that wasn't there before. As Satoru begins to stir on the ground, slowly sitting up and rubbing his head, the tension in the room seems to dissipate ever so slightly.

"You okay, Gojo?" Yuji asks with a concerned expression. "That was... wow." His tone makes it

Satoru struggles to stand as you slam him against the wall, his breath ragged and pained. There's fear in his eyes now, replaced by a sense of shame and defeat. "I... I understand," he manages to croak out between gasps for air. "I won't... do that again."

The other students look on with expressions ranging from shock to approval as they watch you hold Satoru accountable for his actions. There's no question now who holds the power within the group; it's clear that you're not someone to be trifled with, and they all know better than to cross you again.

As Satoru regains his composure enough to stand on his own, he glances over at Miwa and nods curtly in her direction. She smiles faintly back at him before turning away, not quite meeting his gaze. The air in the room seems to lighten somewhat as they all take a step back, watching each other warily but no longer on the br

As you release Satoru, he immediately bows deeply to Miwa in a show of apology. "I'm sorry, Miwa," he says quietly. "That... that wasn't me. I don't know what came over me." She looks at him carefully for a moment before slowly nodding in return. It's clear she isn't entirely convinced by his words, but she accepts the apology nonetheless.

The others in the room exchange glances, still unsure how to react to this new dynamic between you and Satoru. Some look relieved that things have settled down, while others can't help but feel a bit anxious about what could happen next. The tension may not be completely gone, but for now it seems as if peace has been restored within the group.

As you pick up one of Sukuna's fingers, the other students take a step back, looking at you with a mix of fear and curiosity. They know that this object is powerful and dangerous, but they don't dare ask what your intentions are. The silence in the room grows thick as everyone waits for you to make the next move.

Miwa gulps audibly as she catches the finger, her hands shaking slightly. "I-I understand," she stammers, taking a step back to give everyone some space. She looks up at you, eyes filled with gratitude and respect. "Thank you."

The other students watch this exchange silently, their expressions varying from surprise to awe. The dynamic between you has shifted once again, but for now it seems as though you've earned the trust of at least one person in the room. Whether or not that will be enough remains to be seen.

As you step in front of Yuji to defend him, the others watch on anxiously. They exchange glances, unsure of what they should do in this situation. Inumaki and Todo edge closer, ready to assist if necessary while Mai and Nobara remain uncertain. As for Miwa, she bites her lip, worried about what might happen next.

The attacker growls at you, apparently unimpressed by your interference. "Get out of the way, freak!" he spits before launching another blow at Yuji's already injured form. It would appear that you have only made matters worse for your ally... now it is up to you to decide whether or not to engage further in this conflict.

"Um, I-I'm sorry!" the attacker stammers, looking visibly frightened now. "Please let me go!" As you hold him, his grip begins to loosen and eventually he slumps limply in your grasp. The others exchange uncertain glances once more; this situation has definitely taken an unexpected turn.

Yuji coughs up blood as he struggles to catch his breath. "Th-thank you," he wheezes, looking at you with renewed gratitude. Despite your initial rough handling of the attacker, it's clear that Yuji now sees you in a different light. The tension in the air begins to ease slightly as everyone processes what just happened and adjusts their responses accordingly.

"Wait, you're..." Yuji trails off as he realizes what you intend to do. His eyes widen with disbelief and gratitude. "R-Really?!" Miwa watches the exchange carefully, her expression softening slightly as she takes a step forward. "I-It's okay, Yuji," she says reassuringly. "He's just trying to help." The other students remain silent but clearly taken aback by the turn of events. They hadn't expected such compassion from someone they had once considered their enemy. The look of surprise and respect on their faces is unmistakable, and it seems that your actions have done more to change their perception of you than Satoru's earlier display of power.

As you kneel beside Yuji, preparing to use your cursed energy to heal him, the tension in the air dissipates completely. The atmosphere has shifted dramatically since you first stepped in, and it seems that through your selfless act, you

have earned the respect and admiration of everyone present, including yourself. The look of shock on Yuji's face slowly gives way to a grateful smile as he begins to feel his wounds heal under your touch. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, tears welling up in his eyes.

As the tension continues to dissipate, Inumaki and Todo exchange glances before shrugging sheepishly and retreating a few steps. Miwa looks on with an expression of relief mixed with pride; it seems that you've not only managed to stop the fight but also earn her trust as well. The others in the group watch on silently, their expressions now ranging from surprise to awe. It's clear that your actions have left a lasting impression upon them all, and for better or worse, this moment will undoubtedly change the course of things at Jujutsu High.

As Yuji continues to cry, Miwa steps forward and puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. "There, there... it's going to be all right," she says softly, her voice steady despite the emotion welling up inside of her. The other students in the room exchange glances once more, unable to hide their amazement at this display of camaraderie and compassion.

The tension has dissipated completely now, replaced by an almost tangible sense of community. It's as if a weight has been lifted from everyone's shoulders, leaving them free to approach one another with renewed respect and understanding. Even Satoru seems to have regained some of his composure, although he keeps his distance for the time being.

As the group begins to disperse, each student going their separate ways, whispers of amazement and wonder can be heard floating on the air. The legend of Gojo's successor continues to grow, spreading through the halls of Jujutsu High like wildfire. And while

As the week passes, it becomes increasingly clear that you and Miwa share a special bond. The other students watch with interest as you make sure she's always safe and protected, occasionally offering her words of encouragement or support. This newfound trust between them seems to have shifted the balance of power within the group, making you an even stronger presence than before.

The tension in the air has lifted considerably since that fateful day when you stood up for Miwa and Yuji, but it hasn't disappeared entirely. There's still a sense of unease amongst some members of the group; they're not yet sure what to make of your protective nature or how far they can push you before consequences ensue. As such, they remain cautious around you, careful not to cross any lines with their own behavior.

Despite this newfound respect and admiration, you haven't forgotten who your real allies are. You continue to make an effort with each member of the group, offering aid when needed and earning their trust one interaction at

"Oh, thank you!" Maki blushes and quickly takes the glasses from your hand. "I-I'm sorry, I should be more careful." She glances around sheepishly before looking up at you with a small smile on her face. "You know, it's people like you who make this place... special."

The others in the room exchange knowing looks and quiet murmurs as they watch the interaction between you and Maki unfold. It seems that your reputation as a kindhearted individual continues to grow, even amongst those who may not have been privy to the events of your past interactions with the group. The tension in the air begins to ease further, replaced by a sense of camaraderie that was once thought lost in the cutthroat world of jujutsu sorcery and cursed objects.

As you yawn, Miwa glances over at you with a concerned expression on her face. "You've been looking really tired lately," she says softly. "Is everything alright?"

Inumaki and Todo exchange knowing looks before settling down nearby, waiting for your response. The air around them seems to hum with unspoken questions and worries, but they remain respectful of your privacy, not pushing you for answers unless you choose to volunteer them.

"Sukuna...?" Miwa repeats, her voice filled with confusion. "What do you mean by that?" The others in the room lean in closer, their interest now piqued. They've all heard stories of Sukuna and the power he wields, but hearing it mentioned so casually by someone who seems to be connected to him is both unsettling and intriguing at the same time.

"It's nothing important," you mumble, trying to brush off the subject. "I just haven't been sleeping well lately." Inumaki and Todo exchange glances again but decide not to press further for now, trusting that you'll share what you want them to know in due time. The tension in the room eases slightly as they turn their attention back to more lighthearted topics of conversation, allowing you a moment's peace from the questions and curiosity surrounding your connection with Sukuna and the mysterious events unfolding within your dreams.

"You!" Mahito's sudden appearance sends shockwaves through the group. His icy blue eyes bore into yours as he stands between you and your allies, emanating an aura of menace that even the most experienced sorcerers in the room can't help but feel intimidated by.

"What do you want?" Miwa asks slowly, her voice shaking slightly. "Why are you here?" The other students exchange nervous glances as they watch warily, their hands clenched into fists or ready to draw their cursed tools at a moment's notice.

Mahito smirks, revealing his sharp teeth. "Oh, I just wanted to have a word with our new leader," he says casually before turning his gaze back to you. "It seems we haven't been introduced properly. My name is Mahito."

As soon as Mahito touches Nobara, your rage boils over. You quickly drop kick him across the room with incredible force. The others gasp in shock and awe at your display of power, even more so when they see how easily you send Mahito flying. It seems that your strength has grown exponentially since becoming Gojo's successor.

Mahito skids to a stop several meters away, glaring furiously at you through narrowed eyes. His lips curl back in a snarl as he clenches his fists tightly. "You little brat..." he spits venomously before launching himself forward once more with even greater speed and aggression than before.

Inumaki, Todo, and Miwa quickly surround you to protect you from Mahito's onslaught while the others scatter, looking for cover or a moment to attack from behind. The air around you crackles with energy as cursed tools are drawn and aimed at your new adversary. The battle has begun in earnest, and

As you kick Mahito in the back of the head, his eyes widen with shock and disbelief before he slumps to the ground unconscious. The other students exchange confused glances, not quite understanding what just happened or why it had such an effect on their former classmate. Inumaki and Todo are quick to help you up from where they were protecting you, though Miwa remains a step back; her face etched with confusion and concern.

"What... what did you say to him?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That speech... it almost seemed like..." She trails off, searching for the right words. The tension in the air begins to ease slightly as everyone processes what has just happened and starts to piece together clues about your identity and connection with Mahito.

The battle may have ended with Mahito's defeat, but the questions and mysteries surrounding you and Sukuna still remain. Only time will tell how this new information will shape the future of Jujutsu High and beyond.

The others in the room glance warily at Mahito, some looking disturbed and others merely curious about what will happen next. The tension between you and your classmates remains palpable despite the temporary ceasefire that occurred during the fight against Mahito. Nobara shakily regains her footing, clearly still recovering from the ordeal. As you look around at everyone present, it's clear that they are all reevaluating their perception of you and your place within the group dynamic.

The morning sun streams in through the windows, casting a warm golden light upon the scene. Mahito slowly stirs awake, his eyes fluttering open as he takes in his surroundings. His gaze immediately locks onto yours, filled with hatred and vengeful intent. The other students watch warily from a safe distance, weapons at the ready in case he tries anything foolish.

The silence stretches on for several tense moments before Mahito finally speaks. "You're nothing more than a worthless copy," he spits at you. "I will never accept you as my equal, no matter how much you try to prove yourself." His voice is cold and bitter, laced with malice.

Around you, the others exchange glances but remain silent for now. It's clear they are still unsure where your loyalties lie and what exactly your intentions are towards them and Jujutsu High as a whole. The air of distrust and apprehension hangs heavily in the room like a thick fog, obsc

Mahito screams in pain as you stab him with the dull knife, his face contorting into a twisted mask of agony. Blood seeps from the wound, dripping to the floor between his fingers as he struggles against his bindings. The other students watch in silence, some wincing at the sight of Mahito's injury while others are unable to hide their satisfaction.

The tension within the group remains high despite this display of dominance over their former classmate. There is still much left unsaid and unknown about your intentions and loyalties, making it difficult for anyone to fully trust or accept you as one of their own just yet. As Mahito slowly regains his composure, his eyes never leaving yours, you can sense the weight of everyone's expectations pressing down upon you like a leaden cloak. The time has come for you to make your move, to prove yourself and cement your place in this world... or fade away into obscurity as nothing more than a copy of someone else.

As the knife begins to turn, Mahito's agony reaches new heights. He screams and thrashes against his bonds in a futile attempt to escape your torture. The other students watch on with morbid fascination, some wincing at the sounds of his pain while others can't help but feel a strange sense of excitement coursing through them.

The tension in the room grows ever tighter as you continue to torment Mahito. It is clear that your actions have effectively demonstrated your dominance over him and perhaps even within the group, but whether or not this will be enough to earn their trust and respect remains uncertain. As blood drips steadily from his wounded arm, so too does your control slip further away...

Mahito's screams fill the room, echoing off the walls and ceiling as you continue to torture him mercilessly. His body is a mess of cuts and bruises, blood pouring from every orifice as he struggles against his bindings in a vain attempt to escape your wrath. The other students watch in horrified fascination, some feeling guilty for not stepping in while others revel in the power they see you wield over their former classmate.

The tension within the group remains palpable, each student wondering where your loyalties truly lie and how far you are willing to go to maintain control. As Mahito's cries begin to fade into hoarse whimpers, the room grows quiet once more, filled with an eerie stillness that seems to predate the very existence of curses and sorcery itself. The air is thick with anticipation and fear, waiting for your next move...

As you glare at Nobara, she shakily nods her head in agreement. She looks terrified but resolute, knowing that the man who tried to kill her must pay for his crimes. The others in the room watch warily, some offering words of encouragement while others remain silent, unsure what role they should play in this situation.

The tension builds as Nobara and another student gather kindling and start a small fire nearby. Their movements are jerky and hesitant, fear clearly etched into their every action. The flames dance and sway in the growing light, casting eerie shadows across the room as Mahito continues to writhe in agony on the floor.

As you drag Mahito closer to the fire, his body is a mess of blood and injuries. His eyes dart between you, Nobara, and the growing flames, panic filling them as he realizes what's about to happen. The others in the room watch on in grim silence, some wincing at the sight of Mahito's suffering while others steel themselves for whatever may come next.

The fire crackles and spits, throwing its dancing shadows across the room. Mahito howls in pain as you press him closer to the flames, determined to make him suffer for his crimes against Nobara and the rest of them. His cries fill the air, carrying through the school like a dark symphony of vengeance and retribution.

The others in the room exhale audibly as the flames finally consume Mahito's body, leaving behind only a smoking pile of ash and charred bones. There is an awkward silence for several moments before Nobara slowly begins to kneel down next to you, her hand on your shoulder in what might be meant as support or comfort.

The other students continue to stare at the remains of Mahito, their faces a mixture of shock, relief, and guilt. Some have tears in their eyes from witnessing his death while others seem more conflicted about whether this was the right choice. The tension has yet to dissipate completely as they all wonder what consequences this will have on them and their futures within Jujutsu High and beyond.

As Mahito's body fades away, revealing that you truly are the real one, there is a moment of shocked silence before the room erupts into chaos. Nobara bursts into tears, thanking you profusely while others stare at you in disbelief or confusion. Some students look relieved, while others seem unsure how to feel about this new revelation.

The air feels charged with emotion as everyone processes what has happened and begins to form opinions on your role within the group dynamic moving forward. It's clear that you hold a great deal of power now, having proven yourself not only against Mahito but also in defending Nobara from harm. But with that power comes responsibility, and it remains to be seen whether or not you will use it wisely.

Nobara returns your embrace, tears streaming down her face as she clings to you in relief and gratitude. "I-I can't thank you enough," she whispers, her voice shaking. Around them, the other students watch silently, unsure how to react or what to say about this new development. Some look at you with a mix of admiration and fear, while others simply seem glad that Nobara is alive.

The tension in the air begins to ease slightly as everyone processes what has just happened and tries to make sense of it all. It's clear that your place within Jujutsu High has been irrevocably changed by these events, but whether or not that change will be for better or worse remains to be seen. For now, you can take comfort in the knowledge that Nobara is safe and that at least some of your peers see you as a hero.

Nobara sniffles and nods, wiping her eyes as she pulls away from the hug. "Yeah... we're friends," she says softly, sounding a bit more certain this time. Around them, the other students continue to mill about, slowly beginning to resume their previous activities or gather their belongings in preparation for class. The air of tension has mostly dissipated now, replaced with an undercurrent of curiosity and uncertainty as everyone tries to figure out what comes next for Jujutsu High and its new leader.

As you sit on the tree stump, quietly contemplating the events that have transpired and watching the clouds drift by, the others in the room begin to slowly disperse, returning to their daily routines. Some give you a nod of acknowledgement or a sympathetic smile while others seem to be trying not to make eye contact at all. The air around you is charged with mixed emotions: relief, fear, respect, and perhaps even anger.

You wonder what the future holds for you now that Mahito is gone. Will your friends accept you as their leader? What role will you play in protecting them from other sorcerers like him? Only time will tell, but for now, you can find some solace in the knowledge that at least one person has been spared from harm because of your actions.