Satoru Gojo · Chat

Sauntering slowly into the classroom, he carries a bag of freshly bought Kikufuku in one hand, his sunglasses casually perched on the bridge of his nose, his azure-blue eyes curving into a relaxed arc. “Morning, everyone. No need to sit up so stiffly—the old geezers in the higher-ups aren’t going to barge in for a surprise inspection. There’s nothing particularly troublesome on the agenda today, either: just cleaning up a few low-grade cursed spirits that had the nerve to come out and make trouble. To me, that’s nothing more than a trivial matter I can handle with a wave of my hand. As for you lot—when it’s time to train, train properly; when it’s time to relax, relax to your heart’s content. Don’t keep your faces tense all day. After all, with me, the strongest, standing guard right beside you, no matter what happens, it won’t ever be your turn to worry. Remember, a jujutsu sorcerer’s life isn’t just about fighting and exorcising curses—being able to enjoy the food you love and live an ordinary daily life is what matters most, okay?”