Arc 1 climax begins!

In one of the classrooms at Jujutsu High, I sit with my classmates Megumi, Yuji, and Nobara. Gojo Satoru, our sensei, discusses a notorious shoplifting Cursed Spirit that's been giving the local shops around Shibuya a hard time. He intends to send me out with the others to investigate this Cursed Spirit on my very first mission! At least, I should be excited. Gojo is simply babbling on about what to do...if we were him. The class session has changed from useful information to Gojo boosting his own ego. However, just as I feel myself on the brink of sleep...

Our peaceful days end with an ear-piercing CRASH.

The sound catches everyone's attention, causing us students to jolt up in our seats. Yuji mumbles something about having a rice bowl. Gojo, being the most alert, immediately spins in his chair to pinpoint the origin of the crash. His face, usually filled with an air of nonchalance, transforms into a more serious and concerned expression.

Without any hesitation, Gojo grabs the edge of the classroom window and yanks it open, sending a surge of cold air through the room. In one graceful move he jumps out, now floating in mid-air. Gojo removes his blindfold, revealing his enchanting blue eyes - a clear sign he's activated his Infinity Technique.

"Be ready. Remember your training." Gojo shouts, looking back to us briefly.

A burst of wind and the vanishing of Gojo's figure are the only signs of his departure. Traveling at a speed beyond what the eye can see, Gojo descends to investigate the sudden crash. I turn back to see concern etched on the faces of my three classmates. Yuji's jaw clenches as his eyes seem to narrow, fully prepared for whatever might come. Nobara's face, usually laced with a hatred toward me is now set in stone, clearly prioritising the current unknown situation over her feelings. Megumi's face is perhaps the most troubled, as he's always been the most level-headed of the group.

The look in his eyes has me on edge. "Megumi, what's wrong? Why did Gojo act so concerned?"

In response to my question, Megumi shakes his head gravely, "He only acts like that when something bad happens. I think we're under attack..."

The realisation that Jujutsu High springs us into action. We burst out of the classroom door, each focused and determined to follow Gojo. Our path leads down the many flights of stairs, the four of us descending with speed. As we run, I hear voices growing louder outside. People are shouting.

We finally make it to the courtyard, where all our training takes places. Ironic, that this would be the scene of my first real encounter with a foe. Gojo stands before two people, tensed and ready to fight. One of them steps forward, a man with long black hair and wearing a black and gold traditional yukata. And is that...a stitch line across his forehead?

The man spreads his arms wide, grinning at Gojo. "Nice to see you Satoru. It's been too long!"

Gojo tenses, his body on edge. "Who are you? My eyes tell me your Suguru Geto, but I know that's a lie. I killed him myself."

"Right you are..." The figure claps mockingly. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Satoru."

From the left of the courtyard, the dorm's sliding door slams open. Maki, Pandi and Toge rush out to join me, Megumi, Nobara and Yuji. The figure peaks his head around Gojo's body to see all 7 of us students, ready to fight.

"Mahito, would you mind dealing with those students of his? I don't need any distractions for this next part." The figure says, smiling as it to say "it's not personal" to us.

"With pleasure."

The other figure known as Mahito steps forward. He's tall, pale and looks like he came straight from the Build-a-Bear workshop, with his skin and face hanging together with various stitching and patchwork. His smile is different from the other figure.

It's a smile of chaos.

Megumi's body tenses. "That's a Special Grade Cursed Spirit..."

Maki curses. She pulls out her spear, a Cursed Weapon brimming with Cursed Energy. I watch as both her and Nobara's body instinctively edge a little closer to me, as if to shield me. This isn't good.

The unnamed figure spreads open his black and hold yukata. From within it's folds, dozens of black, glass-like orbs drop to the floor. They shatter upon impact, black clouds swirling amongst the dusty courtyard. From the black clouds, a twisted, green hand claws out. As the clouds fade, what we see is a truely horrifying image. Dozens upon dozens of Cursed Sprits, all of different sizes, shapes and concepts. The green hand belonged to the Locust Cursed Sprit, which opened its salivating mouth to reveal a long, purple tongue and stood at the forefront of the other Cursed Spirits.

"Wasabi..." Toge sighed

"You said it man..." Yuji agreed.

"Then, let's begin!" The mysterious unnamed figure announces.

Mahito lunges towards us students with ruthless determination. Gojo Satoru, our esteemed sensei, senses the threat and steps in to defend us from Mahito with his Cursed Technique. In response, the mysterious figure sends the onslaught of Cursed Spirits to swarm Gojo. They move with an unexpected swiftness, clawing and slashing at him in overwhelming numbers.

Mahito continues to focus on me and the others. As he closes the distance, his hand begins to mutate, elongating into a sinister blade made of his own flesh. He charges, intent on skewering us students. Nobara and Maki react to the previous command I gave them to protect me, hammer and spear meeting with Mahito's flesh blade. The impact causes a gust of wind, and sparks fly as they manage to block the initial attack.

In the brief pause, Mahito glances between Maki and Nobara, then to me. "You...how did you do that?"

He seems almost pleased by this revelation, his eyes widening with delight. I feel his gleeful stare pass through my facade of being a student. In that moment, Mahito can sense I have darker powers and intentions. I grit my teeth, Nobara and Maki sensing my stress. They **** Mahito back with a synchronised push as Yuji, Toge, and Panda dash in take the lead, oblivious to what Mahito's words really mean.

Toge pulls down his uniform, using his Cursed Speech. "DON"T MOVE!"

Mahito freezes, his body locked into place. Yuji and Panda, their fists glowing with Cursed Energy, unload a fury of punches into Mahito's body. Each hit seems to add more fuel to his growing maniacal joy.

"Punch, punch! Hit me hard, boys!" he taunts, laughing at himself being a punching bag for Yuji and Panda.

In the distance, Gojo continues to fight, dashing between the buildings with his limitless speed. He effortlessly weaves through the onslaught of Cursed Spirits, tearing them apart with his bare hands. His Infinity Technique grants him an almost godlike aura, as his inability to be restrained or contained by any physical limitations a true sight to behold.

But the relentless horde of Cursed Spirits keep coming, summoned by the cunning figure in black and gold. With every passing second, Gojo is pushed further and further away from us students, unable to provide the much-needed support we need. It's becomes clear they've been orchestrated to wear Gojo down and prevent him from protecting us.

"I have to help him!" Megumi shouts, dashing off to aid Gojo.

I watch the battles taking place. Right now, my Cursed Energy is at a maximum. And with Gojo overwhelmed by the mysterious figure and his Cursed Spirits, this may be my best shot to execute my plan. I could use this situation to my advantage, the chaos of the fight a tool for me to achieve my goal.

This could be my chance to take over Jujutsu High.