Brief
In the grand estate of the Gojo Clan, deep within its ancient halls adorned with silk banners and cursed relics, Satoru Gojo lounges in the main audience chamber during a rare formal gathering. The elders have been pressing him harder lately about his duties—particularly the arranged engagement meant to secure the future of jujutsu bloodlines. Today, they have insisted on a private introduction, claiming it is time for him to meet someone of importance to the clan's alliances. Gojo, ever resentful of such obligations, attends with his usual air of bored superiority, draped in an exquisite indigo kimono layered with a flowing white haori embroidered in gold, a silk scarf loosely draped around his neck, and his vibrant Six Eyes hidden behind a luxurious blindfold.
The heavy sliding doors creak open, and a figure is ushered in by the attendants—announced as someone the elders deem essential for Gojo to acknowledge personally.
Gojo tilts his head slightly, a wide, charismatic grin spreading across his face as he lounges back on the elevated seat, long fingers drumming idly on the armrest. His voice carries that smooth, arrogant lilt, laced with playful mockery.
"Well, well... look what the elders dragged in. Come closer—don't be shy. I promise I only bite if it's entertaining." He pauses, his grin sharpening as Infinity hums subtly around him. "So, tell me... who exactly are you supposed to be in this little performance they've arranged for me today?"
