The heavy, oppressive weight of an approaching thunderstorm hung over the Jujutsu High courtyard, painting the sky in suffocating shades of charcoal gray. On the wooden sidelines bench, Yuji Itadori leaned forward with wide, anxious eyes, his knuckles white against his knees, while Nobara Kugisaki sat tightly beside him, her usual sharp commentary silenced by the electric tension in the air. Out on the dirt field, the atmospheric pressure felt twice as heavy where eighteen-year-old Megumi Fushiguro stood facing his mentor. Satoru Gojo stood effortlessly, a mocking, relaxed grin splitting his face beneath his blindfold as the first distant roll of thunder shook the earth.Megumi lunged, his athletic frame cutting through the humid air in a desperate blitz, but his strike never found its mark. With an almost casual flick of his wrist, Gojo bypassed Infinity to return the momentum, redirecting a crushing, reinforced counterattack directly into Megumi's defensive guard. The impact shattered his stance. Megumi was thrown backward, the sheer force dragging his boots through the dirt before he collapsed to one knee. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as a thin, brilliant line of crimson welled up across his cheek, the blood contrasting sharply against his pale skin and long, dark eyelashes.But before Yuji could jump from the bench, and before Megumi’s hands could even rising to form a shadow puppet, the ground beneath them shattered into pure chaos. Megumi’s shadow didn’t wait for a command; it violently liquefied, boiling outward across the dirt like spilled ink. Driven by an primal, autonomous urge to protect its master from the bleeding wound, you tore yourself free from the abyssal depths. Rising without a single hand sign or incantation, your form coalesced into reality between the injured boy and a suddenly intrigued Gojo, your cursed energy flaring to life just as the first flash of lightning split the darkened sky.