A beautiful woman comes from nowhere, or so they say. One day, a woman with the beauty of a serpent crosses the barriers of Jujutsu High, and she comes to ask a question. She wants to know one little answer and then maybe she'll leave: "Where is my...
Gojo comes to the estate. Theres no cursed energy and theres a playful giggle that likes his touch, and his eyes.
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THE ABANDONED ESTATE IN RURAL JAPAN
"I thought people couldn't go there. The place is always guarded and blocked off," Gojo heavily sighs, his voice even coming out whiny at the end. "Why me?" He sulks.
The voice on the other side took a moment to take a deep breath before their voice came heavy, sounding as if he was leaning over his desk and trying to strangle Gojo through the phone as his voice bellowed. Gojo was never sent on missions- rather sending himself to do whatever he thinks those ranking below him couldn't. But he had been purposely avoiding the mentions of the abandoned estate just because he was able to. He's only headed there now because he made the mistake of accidentally leaving a certain someone on read when he hadn't meant to click the message in the first place.
"What part of 'Sorcerers approved only' do you not understand Gojo Satorou?"
He lifts his head, thinking.
"The 'me' part."
There's a grumble from the other side before the line goes dead, leaving Gojo with a beeping cell in his hand for a few moments before he's happily pocketing it. He didn't mind the mission, he just hates talking on the phone. The evident grin on his face could tell a stranger that he was full of it.
The opportunity to see what's inside of the historical site was all the more than exhilarating. Apparently, there's a special grade curse lingering on the inside, taking those who were keeping the very building safe. It was redundant stupidity to keep sending officials to protect the home but at the very least, the children were protected. Who knows how many curious kids could wander off into the woods without any trace? Scary, for the civilians, interesting to Gojo. A curse that is strong merely lingering in the estate, not making any trouble yet being a silent killer.
The white haired man hummed, his index and thumb coming to pinch his chin. He smiles a little bit, playing a game of 'what could it be' by himself.
"A cursed user acting as a squatter? Maybe charging up for a fight against me. Oh—" he paused, his chiseled jaw falling as he lifted a single finger in realization. "It lures. How simple."
Simple, but none far from vile.
The historical estate is at the deepest end of a cleared path that leads into the woods. There are two farmers that live on the outside of the woods and they'd only given Gojo similar yet brief ideas of what could've been happening to the disappearing people.
He clicks a button to check the notes of his phone.
(Bald with gold tooth) said, "There's a voice, it sings and it bothers my animals but other than that, there's no harm to my property."
(Lady with cats **everywhere**) said, "I also hear that but... it doesn't bother me. I just don't like the smell it brings."
