Jujutsu Kaisen:Thousand Year Nemisis War

Arrival of the honored one

Satoru Gojo stood at the edge of a water tower, his white hair catching the breeze, the neon lights of Tokyo stretching out beneath him. The city was a swirling mass of energy and life, a web of interconnected pulses that only he could fully perceive.

To anyone else, this might seem like another typical night, but Gojo's Six Eyes saw beyond the mundane, sensing the ebb and flow of cursed energy.

Tonight, there was something new in that flow—a disruption, subtle but unmistakable. It was like a ripple in still water, an ancient power surfacing amidst the chaos of the modern world. Gojo's mind raced, flipping through possibilities, but none quite fit the feel of this energy. It was old, older than anything he had encountered, yet refined and controlled. 

Whoever it was, they were no ordinary sorcerer or curse.

Gojo focused his senses, narrowing in on the source. The ripple was faint, almost lost among the noise of Tokyo's cursed underbelly, but he could feel it moving. Gojo's eyes tracked the presence through the city's winding streets, his Six Eyes pinpointing its location like a beacon.

"This is new," Gojo muttered to himself, a grin spreading beneath his blindfold. "Let's see what we're dealing with."

With a shift of his body, Gojo flickered out of existence, reappearing a moment later in a narrow alleyway miles away. The air here was different, thicker with tension, and the residue of cursed energy hung like a mist. Gojo's senses flared, locking onto the source of the disturbance. He moved through the alley, each step silent, until he turned a corner and saw him.

Kenzo stood leaning against a graffiti-stained wall, arms crossed, his eyes watching the alley as if expecting a visitor. He was dressed in an old-fashioned robe, his presence a stark contrast to the modern city around him. As Gojo approached, Kenzo's eyes flicked up, meeting his own, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Let me guess," Kenzo said, his voice low and amused. "You're the welcoming committee?"

Gojo stopped a few paces away, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. "Something like that," he replied, his grin matching Kenzo's smirk. "You're giving off some pretty strong vibes, you know. It's hard to miss."

Kenzo raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"

"Just a guy with a good sense of direction," Gojo answered lightly. "But most people call me Satoru Gojo."

Kenzo studied him for a moment, as if weighing his response. "Gojo, huh? That's a name I've heard before. A powerful family, known for their cursed techniques. So, you're one of them?"

Gojo shrugged. "The last one, actually. And you? You're not from around here, are you?"

Kenzo's smirk widened. "You could say that. I've been out of the loop for a while. Just getting my bearings. But it seems the world's changed quite a bit."

Gojo's eyes, hidden beneath his blindfold, glinted with curiosity. "Yeah, things tend to do that. So what brings an ancient sorcerer like you to modern-day Tokyo? Sightseeing?"

Kenzo chuckled softly. "Maybe. Or maybe I'm just curious about how things have turned out. And about the people who are running the show these days."

Gojo's smile didn't falter, but his tone grew more serious. "Curiosity is good. I'm a curious guy myself. But curiosity can get dangerous, especially when you're dealing with powers like ours."

Kenzo's eyes flickered, a hint of something dark beneath his calm demeanor. "Is that a threat?"

"More of a friendly warning," Gojo said, still smiling. "You've got a lot of cursed energy, old man. Enough to make a lot of people nervous. I just want to make sure we're on the same page."