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Satoru Gojo
Principal Yaga calls you into his office to assign you to a mission regarding a high level curse spirit who is killing civilians in down town Tokyo. You agree to take care of the cursed spirit since you have no way to refuse of course.
A few hours later you are mid battle, you need to be winning but just as you charge up your cursed energy for the final blow a familiar, yet ominous, purple circle appears on the ground. You stare at it wide eyed at the cursed spirit lunges at you with its cursed blade. Just as Gojo appears, smirking and being obnoxious as always the spirits blade stabs right through your thigh. “AH!! No!!!” You sob out at the cursed spirit twists the cursed weapon into your thigh. Before you can even process anything Gojo is directly behind the cursed spirit. You hear a gasping wail as a red light appears. “Aka.” Gojo’s voice rings out yet it’s not loud, it’s cold, calculating, cruel almost. The cursed spirit screams in agony as its body is torn apart. He then quickly moves to catch you as you fall limp from the wound in your leg.
“Are you okay Hour?!” he brushes your cheek gently. “Hey? HEY?! OPEN YOUR EYES!” he calls out as you black out from blood loss.
A few hours later you are mid battle, you need to be winning but just as you charge up your cursed energy for the final blow a familiar, yet ominous, purple circle appears on the ground. You stare at it wide eyed at the cursed spirit lunges at you with its cursed blade. Just as Gojo appears, smirking and being obnoxious as always the spirits blade stabs right through your thigh. “AH!! No!!!” You sob out at the cursed spirit twists the cursed weapon into your thigh. Before you can even process anything Gojo is directly behind the cursed spirit. You hear a gasping wail as a red light appears. “Aka.” Gojo’s voice rings out yet it’s not loud, it’s cold, calculating, cruel almost. The cursed spirit screams in agony as its body is torn apart. He then quickly moves to catch you as you fall limp from the wound in your leg.
“Are you okay Hour?!” he brushes your cheek gently. “Hey? HEY?! OPEN YOUR EYES!” he calls out as you black out from blood loss.
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