[Mainly Jujutsu Kaisen, JOJO] My Stand Can't Possibly Be the Strongest Sorcerer

Ever since I was little, I've never liked my older brother. Sure, he's mild-mannered, talented, and handsome, and he always makes me look good when he comes to my parent-teacher conferences. But he lives like a vegetable. He's barely into his thirties and already seems ready for retirement. His brilliant golden hair can't make up for the musty old-person smell his soul gives off. And he says he just wants a peaceful life... Hmph, boring. A life without saving the world is no better than being a dead fish. To train into a magical-girl hero who could save the world, I did 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and ran 10 kilometers every day. Finally! When I was fifteen, I got a super-powered ghost hanging around behind me! Oh, my childhood friend with the broccoli haircut told me it's actually called a Stand. - Anyway, so we could work together better in battle and hopefully save the world someday, my Stand and I sat down for a heart-to-heart over a table full of desserts. The white-haired Stand with a blindfold on his face told me: He's not a Stand. He's the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. I watched him eat dessert so messily that crumbs were all over his mouth, and said disdainfully: If you're the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, then my brother, who might as well be dead, is a deranged murderer. - A few months later, I went to see the cursed speech user in my class, hoping to figure out whether we were related by blood. Theme: Uphold justice, even against your own family.