In the blackened halls of an abandoned temple—far from the city lights and Jujutsu High's walls—a candle flickered. Its flame danced like a whisper among the cold air, barely illuminating the towering figure who stood at its center.
Suguru Geto.
Clad in dark robes with his long black hair tied loosely behind his shoulders, he stared at a collection of cursed relics placed on an altar. His gaze, however, was lost—deep in thought, replaying what he had witnessed.
Yuta Okkotsu.
And the monstrous cursed spirit called Rika.
"Such energy," he said softly, voice like oil across silk. "No… not energy. Bond. That's what makes it divine."
Behind him, the shadows stirred.
A girl with stitches across her face—Nanako—leaned lazily against the wall, chewing gum as she eyed Geto.
"You've been smiling for the last half hour. Pretty rare for you."
"Shut up," her sister Mimiko said from the floor, where she sat flipping through cursed scrolls. "He's in one of his god-complex moods."
Geto didn't respond. Instead, he turned his back to the altar and walked slowly through the candle-lit corridor.
"They're scared of him, the higher-ups. Of the girl cursed into a god."
He paused near a half-ruined statue of an old Jujutsu monk, the face worn by time.
"But they don't understand—she's not dangerous because she's powerful. She's dangerous because of how deeply she clings to him."
Nanako raised an eyebrow. "So… what? You want to kill him?"
Geto chuckled, the sound warm yet hollow.
"No. I want to use him."
Mimiko looked up. "How?"
Geto's eyes narrowed.
"He doesn't know what he holds. That cursed spirit—Rika—is no ordinary vengeance-type. It's something more… ancient. A perfect weapon. And Yuta, with enough push, could become the ultimate vessel for it."
He stepped into the temple's central chamber where other figures awaited: malformed curses, sorcerer defectors, and mutated ex-humans—all watching him in reverence.
"The balance of power at Jujutsu High is delicate," Geto announced to the gathering. "And this child… is our chance to break it."
Nanako blew a bubble.
"And then?"
"Then," Geto said, his eyes glowing faintly under the low light, "we purge this world of non-sorcerers. Cleanse it—leave only the strong. The ones worthy of cursed energy."
Silence filled the chamber.
The curses hissed in approval.
Behind them, a wall scroll unfurled—marking a date, months from now.
A festival.
A confrontation.
A war.
"Rika…" Geto whispered with a smirk. "Let's see just how far love can twist a soul."