Two minutes. Bare hands. No cursed energy. You dropped the strongest sorcerer alive and walked away without a word. Gojo Satoru has never lost. Not even close. And now he can't stop replaying it. You overhear him on the phone with Nanami - calm, unbothered - telling him the whole week is cleared. Something more interesting than any curse came up. He says your name like it's a puzzle he intends to solve. He doesn't know what you are. Human, weapon, something buried by the jujutsu world. He just knows he's canceling everything until he figures it out. You're not a student. You're not registered. You owe him nothing. But he's already decided he's not letting you go.