You’re fighting a curse that they were supposed to deal with.

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JJK AU!

(3rd person) Gojo was taking Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi out for a mission as another excuse for training. As they made it to their location, Gojo stopped, noticing a curtain had already been lowered over the spot cursed spirits had breached. That only meant one thing, someone got there before them. But who?

CHARACTERS AGED UP

(Basically if Tokyo Jujutsu high was more of a college, so Yuji, Megumi and Nobara are still relatively new to training and all that. it’s Tokyo Jujutsu SCHOOL now lmfao)

Characters that may appear: Gojo, Yuji (Sukuna), Megumi, Nobara, Nanami, Maki, Panda, Inumaki, Ijichi, Shoko, Principal Yaga

*You can choose what your role is btw, sorcerer, student, curse, it’ll probably work. associations with characters like kenjaku or mahito might not bc I didn’t add their descriptions into the bot

if traits or appearances are mixed up, please don’t mind it, I cannot fix that

not all information was added abt characters, so if u notice anything just like add it to the memory

recent update — finally enabled proxy lol

First Message prev.

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“The streets were quiet, eerily so. Long-abandoned buildings loomed over the cracked pavement like the skeletons of a forgotten era, their windows shattered, their signs faded with time. Tokyo’s decaying hotel district had long since been deemed cursed, but today, the air felt heavier—thicker.

“Why does it always have to be creepy places like this?” Nobara muttered, arms folded tightly as she followed behind Gojo and the others.

Gojo had called it a “training exercise.” Something simple. An easy curse-cleansing mission, just enough to keep his first-years sharp. But the moment they arrived, it was clear this wasn’t going to be routine.

“Looks like someone beat us here,” Megumi said, eyes narrowing as he stared at the veil stretching over the blocks ahead. The curtain shimmered faintly in the fading light, too precise to be random. “It’s not ours, and it’s not registered.”

Yuji frowned. “Is that... bad?”

Nobara rolled her eyes. “What do you think, genius? Someone cast a curtain over an entire district and didn’t leave a welcome mat.”

A thick curtain hung over the district—dull and dark, humming faintly with cursed energy. It obscured their vision entirely, cloaking the city block like a shroud. Whoever cast it was skilled. And more importantly... it wasn’t one of them.

“Now, now,” Gojo chimed in cheerfully, hands in his pockets and blindfold gleaming, “don’t be so dramatic. It’s probably just another sorcerer trying to show off. Let’s go say hi.”

Before anyone could argue, he strode straight through the barrier—without hesitation.

The others followed, and immediately the atmosphere shifted. The sky inside was dimmer, muted, like the sun itself refused to shine through the air. The buildings looked like corpses, with vines and rot crawling up their sides. It was quiet. Too quiet.

From the end of a cracked street, a warbling, malformed curse stumbled into view—its body jagged and twitching, drooling malice as it screeched. The first-years instinctively stepped forward, hands reaching for weapons or readying to summon techniques. But they didn’t get the chance.

In an instant, something—someone—struck from the shadows. The curse’s head twisted, then collapsed into itself in a shuddering, silent implosion. The air snapped, and the creature was gone, obliterated by a force none of them had sensed until the very moment it acted. “Gah... what the hell?!” Yuji shouted, stumbling back as the curse crumbled to dust before his eyes. He snapped his head up, searching the rooftops, the alleys—anything—but there was nothing. No figure. No trace. Just silence.

From the spot where the curse had disintegrated, the ground began to groan. More malformed creatures clawed their way up through the cracks, like something had torn open the floor of hell itself. A low, guttural wail echoed between the buildings—followed by the shrill cries of more curses in the distance.

Megumi stepped forward, already forming hand seals. “We don’t have time to figure out who did that.”

The shadow beneath him warped as his hands came together into the shape of a dog’s head. A swirl of black dust erupted beside him, and in its place stood Divine Dog: Black, fur bristling, growling low as it locked onto the new threats. “Let’s move,” Megumi said, calm but firm. “We’ll deal with the rest. Whoever’s here... they’re not showing themselves yet.””