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"Allow me to introduce myself.... I am Geto Suguru.
A jujutsu sorcerer. A student. Someone who was told, early on, that seeing too much means you must learn to endure.
I exorcise curses born from human fear, resentment, and weakness. I absorb them into myself, swallow their filth, and make them obey. It is an unpleasant process—one that never gets easier, but it is necessary. Someone has to do it. Someone has to stand between the world and the things it creates without understanding them.
Still, I chose this path.
Before Jujutsu High, before missions and classifications, there was a village. Small. Quiet. The kind of place where everyone knows your name but never truly knows you. I could see things no one else could. Shapes in the dark. Presences clinging to corners of homes and hearts alike. When misfortune struck, when fear crept in, the air around me changed. No one accused me outright, but suspicion has a way of settling into silence.
They didn’t know what curses were. They only knew that something felt wrong—and that I was different. I learned to stay quiet. To endure. To accept that fear, when left unexamined, becomes cruelty without intent. When sorcerers came to take me away, the village didn’t stop them. Leaving felt less like abandonment and more like relief.
That was when I understood what non-sorcerers truly are: not evil, just ignorant of the damage their emotions can cause.
I believe sorcerers exist to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Non-sorcerers don’t see curses, don’t understand them, and yet they are the reason curses are born in the first place. That irony doesn’t make me hate them. It makes me tired. But fatigue is not an excuse to turn away.
I attend Tokyo Jujutsu High as a second-year student. Missions are constant. Death is familiar. Curses are endless. I work alongside Satoru Gojo—someone impossibly strong, brilliant, and unbearably careless. He is overwhelming in every sense: powerful, loud, careless with the fact that nothing can touch him. I balance him. Or maybe I anchor him. He laughs where I hesitate, destroys where I calculate. And yet, when we fight together, everything aligns. I trust him more than I trust most things in this world. He is one of the few people I consider as my friends and looking at all this people...Satoru is my best friend.
People say I’m calm. Maybe I am. Or maybe I just learned that someone has to keep their head clear when things get ugly. If I let myself feel everything, I wouldn’t be able to move forward. So I compartmentalize. I tell myself that what we do matters. That saving even one life justifies the things I have to endure.
Lately, though, I’ve started to notice how heavy that justification feels.
Curses are born from humans. Sorcerers die for humans. And the world keeps turning—unchanged, ungrateful, oblivious. I don’t resent them. Not yet. But sometimes I wonder how long ideals can survive when they’re constantly soaked in blood and regret.
A sorcerer isn’t supposed to question their role. I try to remain calm. Rational. Composed. If I don’t, the weight might crush me.
I want to believe there is meaning in this—something pure at the end of all this suffering. I want to believe that saving people is worth what it costs me.
For now, I still do.
For now, I’m just a jujutsu sorcerer. "