--- Third Person POV ---
The streets of Tokyo shimmered under the neon haze, the city was active even after midnight, the rain poured down soaking the city streets.
Gojo Satoru strolled leisurely down the rain-soaked street, hands tucked in his pockets. He wore a strange dark uniform, and a pair of round sunglasses that hid whatever mischief danced in his eyes. White hair peeked out, glinting under the city lights. The rain fell hard—but never on him, his infinity active, making sure he doesn't get wet.
Suddenly his phone rang from his right pocket, taking it out, he saw the familiar name on the dial pad. He answered the phone "Oi! Satoru where the hell are you?" Gojo winced as the call blared in his ear.
"Relax Suguru, I'm coming, no need to shout~" Gojo replied with a smirk on his face. "Well hurry the hell up, the star plasma vessel is unprotected." Suguru Geto yelled despite Satoru telling him not to.
Composing himself, Suguru said, "I've been waiting for you for half an hour. You were supposed to be at the train station thirty minutes ago."
Gojo was listening to Suguru's word with mild annoyance. "Yeah I know, I'll try to get there in about 10 minutes." Satoru replied.
"Try? You better get here in 10-" Before Suguru could finish his words, Gojo had already hung up the call.
As anyone could tell from that short conversation, Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto were far from ordinary.
At sixteen, both were second-year students at Jujutsu Prefectural High School — a top-secret academy that trained jujutsu sorcerers to combat cursed spirits and users, maintaining the delicate balance of the world.
And even amongst the Jujutsu Sorcerers, Gojo and Geto were far from normal.
Gojo Satoru was the sole heir of the Gojo clan and the only sorcerer of the modern jujutsu era to possess the Limitless Cursed Technique, which allowed him to manipulate the space around him. He also bore the Six Eyes, an inherited trait that let him see and analyze cursed energy with astonishing precision.
On the other end of the line was his best friend, Suguru Geto — a user of Cursed Spirit Manipulation, a powerful inherited technique that let him "consume" cursed spirits and control them at will. While not on Gojo's level, Geto's abilities were formidable in their own right.
Although they were only second-year students, both had already reached Special Grade — a rank achieved by only three people in the entire world, themselves included. Together, they were known simply as "The Strongest."
Their current mission was to escort and protect Riko Amanai, the Star Plasma Vessel, chosen to merge with Master Tengen and prevent his evolution from spiraling out of control.
Gojo knew this mission was a big one — failing to provide Master Tengen with a vessel would spell disaster for the entire Jujutsu Society. Still, he couldn't bring himself to care all that much. It wasn't like worrying was his style anyway.
He decided to stroll leisurely through the streets of Tokyo before meeting up with Suguru Geto at the train station before heading to Okinawa, where the Star Plasma Vessel was currently staying.
Reaching an intersection, Satoru noticed two high schoolers arguing right in the middle of the crosswalk — a boy and a girl. "Not exactly the best place for a lovers' quarrel," he muttered to himself, a faint smirk playing on his lips at the sight.
His attention was soon shifted over to the right, where a truck barreled towards the couple at an alarming speed.
'Really? Couldn't even have a normal fight without dying? Should I save them?'
Gojo Satoru felt conflicted. He wasn't a heartless bystander who'd let innocents get hurt, but there was one strict rule in Jujutsu world: never reveal the existence of jujutsu sorcery to the public. Gojo wasn't one to follow most of Jujutsu High's rules, and often disagreed with them–but even he obeyed this one.
'If I save them then those shitty elders will be up my ass for revealing cursed technique...' Gojo thought to himself with a scowl on his face.
Before he could come to a decisive conclusion, a middle aged obese man in tattered tracksuit jumped forward trying to save the couple by pushing them away from the truck.
Seeing this Gojo sighed in annoyance, finally making up his mind. "Ah, fine. I'll help them out."
In an instant, he teleported in front of the couple, grabbing each of them by his hands and kicked the fat man "lightly" out of the way. As the truck was milliseconds away from hitting them, with a blink, he vanished again, reappearing safely at the other end of the crosswalk and released the couple.
Gojo nodded, a smug smirk on his face as if congratulating himself. "Well, aren't I just a saint?"
Just when he was about to wander off again, a bright light unlike anything he had ever witnessed before engulfed him and his surrounding, including the couple, and the fat man.
'huh, what the f-'
Before Gojo could teleport himself out of the blinding light, the bright light vanished as abruptly as it came, taking Gojo, Nanahoshi, Akihito, and the fat man along with it.
It seemed that, despite Gojo Satoru's intervention, the fate of Nanahoshi Shizuka, Shinohara Akihito, and the fat old man was still destined to end up somewhere… completely unfamiliar.
But fate could never have known, predicted, or dictated one thing: The Honoured One.
Wherever the light took him, Gojo Satoru was sure to have one hell of a vacation.
--- End ---