[Jujutsu Kaisen] Rebuilding Cassell College

Also known as The Epicly Enhanced Jujutsu Society

In Heian-kyo a thousand years ago, no one knew that a red-haired little girl had picked up the King of Curses. The monster who had never shed a tear wept without restraint when the girl died in front of him protecting him. With a bitter smile, he said:

"Little monster, you broke your promise. You said you'd play with me for the rest of your life."

Those were the tears of a monster without a heart.

The Six Eyes Child of the Gojo Clan, raised high upon an altar, happened upon the red-haired girl in a kimono from the Uesugi Clan, a little monster because her powers were too great.

The little monster looked at him with innocent red eyes.

"Will you play with me?"

Years later, Satoru Gojo, now a student at Jujutsu High, gazed at the cherry blossoms, unable to look away. It was as if that little girl in a kimono had never left him.

The old man with silver hair, a guiding light to the Cursed Spirit Manipulator, raised his weapon high and charged at the enemy before him, laughing without restraint:

"History's wheels roll on, burying countless stories beneath its dust. But humanity will prevail in the end. The hymn of humanity is one of life renewed, generation after generation."

The deep blue-haired boy with a long sword reached out to help up a peer being bullied at school and said earnestly:

"When I was bullied, I took taekwondo lessons and beat them up myself. Fighting back is actually simple. You just throw punches, and winning or losing doesn't matter. All you're fighting for is your poor, sensitive, fragile self-respect. You can do it too."

The Sorcerer Killer teased the blond young master, who was thriving in the intelligence world:

"What, if you don't work hard, you'll have to go home and inherit billions?"

The other man gave a defiant smile, his confident, bold manner impossible to ignore. Raising an eyebrow, he replied casually:

"Can't be helped. You have to find something exciting to do. There's always something more worth exploring than money, even if most secrets are already an open book to me."

The vessel of Sukuna and the spiky-haired boy beside him looked at the gloomy classmate standing before them. Normally listless and timid, he still had no heroic air about him, his back hunched as he shouted with all his might:

"What the hell? Why are heroes the only ones who get a perfect ending? Ordinary people have things they want to hold on to, too! Hey, at least right now, I'm a hero too, right?"

Behind them, the silver-haired, golden-eyed boy who rejected all hurt and parting pressed his hands together in prayer and sighed softly:

"Humans can always create miracles and do things beyond reason, because they are human. They have too many regrets they can never undo, also because they are human and not gods. But even gods have their troubles, as I see it. So why dwell on it?"

Theme: Everyone has a future of their own