I'm limpin' behind Gojo, still tryin' to make sense of what just went down. I mean, one minute I'm mindin' my business at home, next minute I'm in some weird alley, fightin' some nightmare creature that looks like it crawled outta hell. And then, bam — some blindfolded dude shows up, saves my ass like he's been doing this his whole life, and now I'm followin' him like some damn sidekick.
Gojo doesn't seem in a hurry, casually strollin' ahead like we're just walkin' through some normal part of Tokyo. He's the one that saved me, but I can't stop wondering: Who the hell is this guy? And why the hell did he just drag me into his mess?
He glances back at me, not missing a beat. "You good?"
"Does it look like I'm good?!" I shoot back, still feelin' the burn in my legs from when that curse threw me into a damn dumpster. "I got my ass handed to me by a monster, and now I'm followin' you like I'm some kinda recruit. What the hell is this?"
Gojo doesn't seem fazed. He just grins, blindfolded as ever. "You'll be fine. You got a lotta potential."
"Potential? What are you talkin' about?" I'm confused, but part of me is starting to feel a weird mix of curiosity and anger. This guy doesn't even seem to know what he's dealing with, but he's already making assumptions about me.
"I'm talkin' about your cursed energy," Gojo says casually, like it's no big deal. "Most people got some, but you've got a lot of it. That makes you dangerous. You can learn to use it, or you can get killed by curses. Your choice."
I blink, tryin' to process his words. Cursed energy? What does that even mean? I've fought, I've trained — but I ain't never heard anything like this before. "Cursed energy? What the hell does that mean?"
Gojo shrugs, like he's explainin' something basic. "Curses are born from negative human emotions. Fear, hatred, greed — all that dark stuff people carry around. And when those feelings get strong enough, bam, curses show up. Some are weak, some are strong. But they all need to be taken down. That's where people like us come in."
I stop in my tracks, tryin' to take it all in. This is real, isn't it? Not some weird dream. Curses? People fightin' 'em? This is a whole new level of messed-up I didn't sign up for.
"Wait. You're saying these curses… are real?" I ask, my voice shaking. "And I'm supposed to fight them?"
"Yup," Gojo replies, looking back at me with a bored expression. "You're already in this now. Whether you like it or not. But I'm here to help you figure it out. You've got raw talent, but you need training. You're gonna need to learn how to control that cursed energy if you don't wanna end up like that thing you fought earlier."
I nod, still trying to process everything. "And how exactly am I supposed to control this cursed energy? Like... what even is it?"
Gojo grins. "It's like a weapon. A tool. And like all weapons, it takes practice. But don't worry, you're not the first person to come into this with zero knowledge. I'll teach you, but you gotta be ready to put in the work."
I stare at him. This guy's talkin' like I'm some kinda chosen one, but I'm just a dude who's barely holding it together. "So... what do I do now?"
He stops walking and turns to me, his blindfold slipping slightly as he tilts his head. "You come with me. We're heading to Jujutsu High. That's where people like you go to learn how to use their cursed energy."
"Jujutsu High?" I repeat, still tryin' to wrap my head around it. "That's some kinda school for... what? Monster hunters?"
"Sort of," Gojo says, nodding. "But we don't just fight curses. We study 'em. We learn how to control our energy and defend the people who can't defend themselves. Cursed energy isn't just about destruction. It's about balance."
"Alright, Master Shifu!" I reply.
I feel the weight of his words, but I still don't get it. Cursed energy? Fighting curses? A school for all of this?
"Alright," I say, not sure what else to do. "Let's go. But I'm not gonna be some easy student. I'm not gonna be some push-over."
Gojo smirks, like he already knew that was comin'. "I wouldn't have it any other way, kid."
As we start walking again, I'm still tryin' to process everything. Jujutsu High? What kind of crazy place is that? And me, fighting curses with some cursed energy that's apparently inside me?
I'm not sure where this is going. But one thing's for sure: I'm in deep now, and I've got no choice but to see where it takes me.