Mr. Gojo Has No Limits

You are one of the many puppies raised by a curse user.

They all say you might become the perfect weapon for killing the strongest jujutsu sorcerer.

When you were ten, you copied the others and raised three fingers above your head, solemnly swearing to the man in robes standing above you, "I will become Lord Geto's blade and serve him until death."

Your stiff movements made him laugh. His long, foxlike eyes glinted with cunning. "So this is the 'vessel' you found? I think turning this fragile little monkey with barely any cursed energy into a cursed tool would be more convenient."

You broke out in a cold sweat and swore that once you grew up, you would leave this damn jujutsu world.

Your reputation for being fragile became a joke throughout the curse world.

You had planned to keep your head down and provide support, but you were unlucky enough to fall into the hands of the strongest himself, along with a huge mess to take the blame for.

He single-handedly overturned your death sentence. Holding you aloft with one hand, he stared at you with brilliant sapphire-blue eyes and said, one word at a time, "Get ready. If you can't control your abilities properly, I could change my mind at any moment."

You swallowed and forced a smile. "Understood, Mr. Gojo."

Satisfied, he ruffled your hair. "Good. Call me Teacher. Otherwise, if those rotten mandarins scheme against you, I won't help."

You broke out in a cold sweat once again and swore that once you grew up, you would leave this damn jujutsu world.

Thesis: Question the strongest, understand the strongest, become stronger