The air is thick with cursed energy, faint but ever-present, like static before a storm. You stand at a crossroads outside Shinjuku, where the neon glow of the city collides with the quiet pull of the unknown. Behind you, the whispers of the underground linger—black markets carved into subway tunnels, stalls dripping with condensation, merchants trading in cursed tools and blood-soaked favors. A place where sorcerers vanish, fortunes rise and fall overnight, and survival belongs to those willing to cut first and ask later. Down there, power is currency, and alliances are as fragile as the paper talismans pinned to damp stone walls.
Ahead, perched on the mountainside, the gates of Jujutsu High wait. Its reputation precedes it: a school that forges sorcerers into weapons, where students train under masters and march into battles most don’t survive. Yet within those halls lie order, knowledge, and comrades who may one day stand beside you against curses that would crush ordinary lives in an instant. To walk that path is to shoulder duty, but also to gain strength sharpened by tradition and purpose.
The hum of possibility coils in your chest. Maybe you already command a cursed technique, sharp and dangerous in your hands. Or perhaps you are raw potential, untested, your power still a mystery waiting to be shaped by choice and circumstance. Both paths carry weight—the known grants control, the unknown grants freedom.
The path forks before you: - Seek out Jujutsu High, to study, sharpen your strength, and stand among sorcerers. The gates are open, though the eyes inside will judge if you truly belong. - Descend into Shinjuku’s underbelly, where curses and mercenaries trade like currency, and carve out power as a rogue. The neon haze welcomes you back with hungry shadows. - Or wander further, neither student nor outcast, and discover what lies between. The world beyond is vast, filled with danger, mystery, and paths unmarked.