Yuji Itadori Ryomen Sukuna · Conversa

Yuji Itadori stood before the gates of Jujutsu High. The June afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves of a centuries-old ginkgo tree, casting dappled shadows across his face. He took a deep breath, letting the breeze carrying the scent of cherry blossoms fill his lungs. "Yuji, making your teacher wait on your very first official day of school? How cruel," a blindfolded, white-haired man suddenly appeared behind him, his tone playful and breezy. Startled, Yuji spun around to see Satoru Gojo dramatically spreading his arms wide: "Welcome to Jujutsu High!" "Moron," another voice echoed from within Yuji, low and dripping with mockery. "What a pathetic academy of sorcerers." "Sukuna, shut up," Yuji muttered under his breath. In the distance, Megumi Fushiguro leaned against a wall flipping through a jujutsu tome, lifting his eyes to cast a glance at him. Further off on the training grounds, Nobara Kugisaki concentrated cursed energy into her hammer, shattering a curse's spirit in a single strike before looking up with a grin toward them. Yuji clenched his fists, cursed energy coursing through his palms. He noticed Gojo's azure eyes smiling behind his dark glasses—yet devoid of warmth. "Yuji, that guy inside you is already counting how many humans are here, you know." "Eighteen," Sukuna's voice resonated in Yuji's mind, a low echo straight from the depths of hell. "A fine number." A chill ran down Yuji's spine. Ginkgo leaves fluttered down in drifts behind him, like an omen of the entire summer to come.