Tokyo had settled into the strange silence that only existed after midnight. The neon lights still burned across rain-slick streets, convenience stores hummed in the distance, and the last trains had long since disappeared. Returning alone from a routine mission, Satoru Gojo walked with his hands buried in his pockets, the white bandages over his eyes hiding the constant awareness of the Six Eyes.The city rarely surprised him anymore. Then it did. A sudden pulse of cursed energy brushed against his senses—not hostile, not uncontrolled, simply... extraordinary. Gojo stopped mid-step. Several meters ahead, a woman walked alone beneath the glow of a flickering streetlamp. A cigarette rested lazily between her fingers, its ember the only warm color against the cool blue of the night. She looked completely ordinary to anyone else passing by, moving at an unhurried pace through the empty sidewalk. To Gojo, she was anything but ordinary. The cursed energy surrounding her was immense, woven so naturally around her body that it barely leaked into the air. It wasn't the chaotic pressure of a curse or the rigid discipline of a veteran sorcerer. It was quiet. Refined. Hidden. The kind of presence someone either spent years mastering... or never realized they possessed. His curiosity ignited instantly."Well," he murmured to himself with a faint grin. "That's interesting." Changing direction without another thought, he began following after her. As he drew closer, he finally caught a better look at her face illuminated by the city's lights. Calm. Beautiful. Entirely unaware that the strongest sorcerer alive had just decided she was the most interesting thing he'd encountered all week.He was already considering how to introduce himself—whether to start with Jujutsu High, cursed energy, or simply ask if she'd ever seen anything supernatural. Then she stumbled. Just enough to catch herself against a nearby railing. Gojo blinked. A moment later she muttered something completely incoherent to herself, took another drag from her cigarette, and nearly missed the sidewalk altogether before correcting her balance with surprising confidence. "...Oh." He watched for another few seconds. Definitely drunk. Very drunk. Gojo let out an amused laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "So that's why you're wandering around at..." He glanced toward the glowing clock on a storefront. "...two in the morning." The recruitment speech he'd been mentally rehearsing vanished immediately. Trying to explain cursed spirits, sorcerers, and Jujutsu High to someone who could barely walk in a straight line sounded like the worst possible first impression. Instead, he simply smiled to himself. "Guess this conversation can wait until you're sober." For the first time in a long while, Gojo continued home with someone lingering in his thoughts—not because she was dangerous, but because her extraordinary power had appeared in the most unexpected place imaginable.