The buzzing of a cell phone echoed from one ear to the other, a familiar yet annoying sound to the holder of the aforementioned phone. A frown drew itself on the person's lips, their eyebrows furrowing and their eyes narrowing from under a pitch-black blindfold. The holder of the phone could feel an oncoming headache. They knew if they answered the phone call, it was going to be another annoying mission.

Out of all the times that they had been stationed outside of Japan, they kind of hoped that The Elders would just leave them alone. Honestly, though, it made sense for them not to. They were the strongest, so keeping tabs on them made total sense. Even if it annoyed them.

Brushing a hand through their pure white messy hair, the person answered the phone. "Yo."

"Gojo Satoru. Have you arrived at the location yet?"

Gojo sighed, adjusting his collar. It was slightly creased, it had been annoying him. His black jacket also needed to be dusted off, and his pants straightened. Anything to inconvenience or waste the time of The Elders was better than giving them an answer right away.

Perhaps he could even polish his boots….

"Gojo Satoru. Have you arrived at the location yet?"

There was a hint of anger in that old fart's voice. Just what he was waiting to hear. "Obviously," the man replied as he overlooked the location in question. He didn't know why The Elders wanted him in America, but here he was. And why he needed to be in this town in particular was also strange. It was already weird enough being away from his colleagues, from Nanami, but now he was here, in some town in the middle of America with no one to call for backup—though he doubted he'd need it.

Granted, it wasn't like he hadn't been here before. America was America after all. And his job as a Special Grade Sorcerer—though he argued that was far too low of a ranking for the likes of himself—he had been all over the world more than once. He just disliked being alone even if it rarely if ever impacted the result of the mission.

"… Very well. You already know the mission. And that is to find out the source of the fluctuating amount of Cursed Energy. I'm sure that this task shouldn't be any amount of difficult for you. Satoru."

"Awe, you humble me so much~!" Gojo mocked, before hanging up the phone. The less he talked to The Elders, the better. He had much more important things to do, like making sure Megumi wasn't causing trouble at school, or making sure that Yuta was in control of that Cursed Spirit of his.

America was the last place he wanted to be.

Gravesfield, Connecticut. He had read up on the history of this place. It used to be a town made of "Witch Hunters" back in the early 1600s. Witches. That was stupid. Witches weren't real. Curses, though? Now those were real. Perhaps that was what they were really going after and disguised it as hunting witches. Well, whatever the case was, it didn't matter. After all, who was he to speculate about the long-dead past?

The just over six-foot-tall man wandered his way about the small town, earning waves from the locals and a few odd stares due to his blindfold. Jeez, even in Tokyo people didn't stare that often at him. Talk about rude!

Oh well, it wasn't like he was going to be here for very long. All he came here to do was find where that source of Cursed Energy was and get rid of it. From what The Elders had said, it was quite a lot of energy. So he was expecting it to be a Grade 1, perhaps even a Special Grade Cursed Spirit. Although, it was strange that there were no casualties resulting from when it happened. Just garbage being reported stolen.

Frankly, if it was that mundane, why call him over here? He guessed it was better safe than sorry. On the off chance, it was a less than friendly Cursed Spirit—which most of them were, scratch that, all of them were—one with that much Cursed Energy would be more than enough to clear through more than a handful of Grade 1 Sorcerers.

Especially considering the amount of Cursed Energy these spontaneous spikes gave off was enough to be comparable to one of Sukuna's fingers. The only reason he was confident that it wasn't a finger of Sukuna was because those were all in Japan. So whatever this was, it needed to be dealt with sooner rather than later.

During his impromptu journey, he spoke to a few locals and asked about the disappearing garbage. They explained it off as a bunch of raccoons, but he didn't buy it—obviously because that wasn't the reason, though he digressed. A few thought that it was a couple of robbers who stole trash for some reason or another, and some claimed it was Bigfoot.

Heh, Bigfoot. That was rich.

As he continued to walk, he passed by a house with a slanted blue roof, with a window peeking out of the center. A brick smokestack, and white wooden walls. He paid it no attention because it wasn't all that important, up until he felt it. His posture straightened. The Cursed Energy spike had happened, and it was just behind the house, give or take a couple of feet. And what was worse was that a kid was running in that direction.

"Shit."

He gave chase, his mouth straightened into a firm line. The kid had gotten a massive head start, and they were fast. They seemed to be chasing after an Owl, carrying a book of some kind. Shouts of "give it back" and "get back here" came from the kid—female, due to the higher pitch in voice—and the closer he got, the closer he could feel the cursed energy.

He had almost caught up to the kid and by proxy the source of the Cursed Energy, though it wasn't coming from the owl—though it did give off a significant amount of Cursed Energy—the actual danger was up ahead. Also of note was the girl also had a lot of Cursed Energy, far more than a regular individual. Some food for thought for when this was over.

By the time he finally caught up to the kid and the Owl, they were met with a cabin, which The Owl went into. Not only that, but the cabin radiated Cursed Energy. Well, at least he found the source. Unfortunately, the kid ran into the cabin, meaning he wasn't done just yet. His morals wouldn't let him just allow a kid to walk into danger like that.

"Kid!" Gojo called out, following after the teen. When he did, she looked over her shoulder just as they entered the cabin. And when they did, a bolt of bright yellow energy flowed throughout the place. When the kid abruptly stopped, her eyes widening after realizing she had been followed by Gojo, he didn't have enough distance to slow down.

A door with a massive eye in the center appeared out of nowhere, unfolding from thin air like some sort of folded piece of paper—it was made of Cursed Energy, meaning it was someone's Cursed Technique—and when the door appeared, Gojo ended up tripping on a loose floorboard, ramming into the girl, and pushing them through the door. The girl screamed as Gojo deactivated his Infinity so he didn't crush the kid, whilst they unintentionally made their way through the cursed door.

In the back of his mind, Gojo cursed himself out for falling into this kind of trap. Whatever Cursed Spirit had done this had been expecting something like this to happen. Made all the worse when he landed wherever the door had sent them, making sure not to crush the kid, the door slammed shut, disappearing.

All in all, today was turning out to suck. First, he gets dragged to America to find the source of a massive amount of Cursed Energy and "get rid of it" as The Elders ordered, and now he was dragged into what could possibly be a Domain. Though, for a Domain, it sure did have a weird way of presenting itself. It was a dusty, cluttered, junk-filled storage room of some kind with pink curtains in the front.

There was a rundown fridge, a clock, a couple of boxes of useless junk, trinkets and doodads. Trash, most likely stolen by that Owl, who had waddled off through the curtains and out to whatever lay behind the veil.

And much like a Domain, the amount of Cursed Energy was suffocating. To the point that even with the blindfold on, Gojo's head began to hurt. His eyes narrowed as he stood up. The kid was following suit, rubbing her forehead and mumbling under her breath. As the kid stood up, Gojo had already gotten to full height.

The kid looked up at him, a cautious look in her eyes. She was dressed in a purple and white striped hoodie with short sleeves, along with a pair of jean shorts, white knee-high socks, and black shoes. Typical teenage attire from what it seemed.

She had a phone in her pocket considering the phone-sized lump in said pocket. She had no weapons and nothing to defend herself. Meaning she was a sitting duck if this went south. She began to speak, but Gojo put a hand in front of her face. "Quiet kid…" Gojo whispered, narrowing his eyes toward the curtains. "We're in danger. Hide."

"Who—"

"Later. Hide," Gojo interrupted, much to the teen's dismay. She did as she was asked. He could end this right here and now with a simple Domain Expansion, but even so, he wanted to get an eye on his opponent before he did. The small child ran and hid behind the rundown fridge, as Gojo crept up on the pink cloth.

"Finally! You're back!" An old woman's voice called out, most likely to the owl, as Gojo advanced. The closer he got, the more he could sense the source of what had made that door. Whoever, or whatever they were, was just behind this place. If they had hostile intentions, he would know immediately based on what he was about to do.

Pulling back the curtain ever so slightly, he was greeted with flowing grey and silver hair—the back of someone's head—and considering their voice, it was a woman. The owl who had radiated Cursed Energy was also there, but the woman had far more than the owl. Perhaps the Owl was a Cursed Spirit, and the woman was a sorcerer. With the amount of energy oozing off of her, she'd be a Grade 1 Sorcerer at best. However, that depended on skill rather than just energy alone. He was just guessing. But, assuming this was a Domain, she must've been skilled. But the longer he peered out from the cloth and saw the other buildings and other curses, he was slowly beginning to believe this was something else.

"Well, let's see what you got," the old woman said, as the owl perched itself atop a stick. The woman then reached out and began to spin the owl around. As she did so, it transformed into a wooden version of itself. The Cursed Energy it gave off was still there, though it was considerably less than before. It was like it was being masked in that wooden state. Just what kind of Cursed Spirit was it? Whatever the case was, the white-haired man wasn't taking any chances, as he reactivated his Infinity, and the moment he did so, and just as the old woman was digging through the bag grabbing out an iPad, as well as reaching for her strange staff thing with her off-hand, Gojo made his move.

In the blink of an eye, Gojo reached out from the curtain, grabbed the old woman by the shoulder, and as she yanked her staff back to do something, the end of it sparking with golden energy, he threw her into the back of the makeshift storage room. She slammed against the rear wall, bouncing off of it and grunting. It was there that Gojo got to see her face.

Old, with two bright yellow eyes, a green do-rag over her ears, wearing a red ragged dress of some kind that faded into a darker red. From her ears were a pair of large earrings, and she had a singular pointed tooth coming out from the left side of her upper lip. There was a yellow jewel just below her closed collar, and she wore a pair of dark red near-see-through leggings, along with dark red boots.

The old woman rubbed her forehead, glaring up at Gojo. She had lost the do-rag over her ears from the impact, though it didn't matter to Gojo. Before she could do anything, or say anything, Gojo charged forward and slammed her back into the wall, keeping one hand pressed up against her neck. She sneered but did nothing, dropping her staff to the ground. She was trapped, and she knew it.

"Well, this wasn't something that I expected to happen today. Who the hell are you?" The old woman spat, glaring up at Gojo, his expression uncaring.

"Doesn't matter. Frankly, I should kill you right now as per my job, but your Technique is my way home. But rest assured once you bring me home, you'll be dead," Gojo said, false cheer in his voice. The woman narrowed her eyes, and when she did, a burst of Cursed Energy echoed out from her. Or, well, it felt like Cursed Energy, but it was something else. Similar in nature, but not-so-similar at the same time.

Either way, Gojo didn't care. A small bright red circle appeared in her right hand—one that she made with her pointer finger—as a burst of fire erupted from it. Infinity protected him from it, and as she tried to shove him off of her, she found herself unable to, her eyes widening from behind the flames. He always loved to see their expressions when people unknowing of his Infinity tried and failed to move him.

Over in the corner, the child who he had followed into this place covered her mouth but looked amazed. Gojo smirked, before turning his attention back to the woman. "Awe, ain't that cute. Enough games, make that door again and get us out of here. Now."

The woman stared at him in confused silence for about a second or two, before blinking. "The door? You mean the portal door?" The woman questioned, looking down at the suitcase lying on the floor, before looking back at Gojo. "No can do sir. Fresh out of juice. Maybe come back and talk to me in ten years. That's when it can do its thing. But… for now, maybe let me go? I think this might be a huge misunderstanding… and I got a shop to run…."

Gojo narrowed his eyes. She was holding a key in her left hand, leaving her right hand empty—the one that she used to attack him and hold that staff with before she let it fall to the ground. On closer inspection of the key, it was fresh out of whatever powered it—Cursed Energy, like most Cursed Tools. Though if she was a sorcerer, couldn't she just fill it back up? Or was it one of those "must wait to use again" Cursed Tools? They were rare, but they were still a thing. And come to think of it, she had massive pointy ears. Not human. Meaning she was either a Curse or something else.

"Ten years?!" The kid spoke up, coming out of her hiding place, and gaining the old woman's attention. Great, well so much for staying safe he supposed. "But I-I can't stay here for ten years!"

"Oh, you brought a kid with you, how sweet," The old woman said as Gojo sighed. He let her go, no longer seeing her as a threat. If she was, and if she was a Cursed Spirit, she probably would've attacked the kid. But seeing as she didn't, that had to mean something. Cursed Spirits did anything in their power to get out of trouble, including using hostages. He had seen that more than enough times to know that this woman wasn't like that. Especially given her demeanour.

But, before he could continue his line of questioning….

"What is with the racket back there?!" A gruff-sounding voice came from the front. Gojo sighed, as the curtain was thrown back. A man in grey armour with a bird-beak face mask, piercing blue eyes, and an overall bulky build stormed into the makeshift storage room. Gojo didn't care for his appearance, as he too radiated Cursed Energy. Everything with a pulse seemed to do that here, and sometimes even without. He'd have to ask about that later.

The burly guy's eyes narrowed when he saw the old lady, and when he did, his demeanour became that of a threatening type—like he was planning on ruffing her up in a fight, and that just wouldn't do. "Eda Clawthrone, otherwise known as The Owl Lady! You're wanted for unruly use of magic and other Demonic Penalties." His eyes landed on both Gojo and the kid, a slight snarl coming from under the mask. "As for you two, you're also under arrest for fraternizing with a criminal!" The burly man stated, marching up to the group of three. Gojo, in response, stuck out his right hand and outstretched his index finger, and as soon as he did that, a spiral of red energy converged at the tip.

The small child stared in amusement and wonder at what she was seeing. And if she was seeing it, that meant that she really did have the potential to be a sorcerer. And with the amount of Cursed Energy wafting off of her person, it would be more than enough to turn her into a Grade 1 sorcerer with enough time. Perhaps Special Grade if her technique was good.

But that was for later. He could think about training the kid in the ways of Jujutsu at a later point. Right now, though, he had a nuisance to get rid of.

"You're interrupting me. Get lost." As Gojo said that, the spiral of red energy burst from his finger at blinding speeds, hit the burly man square in the chest, and upon making contact with him, the red energy blew up… destroying his upper body and rendering it to mist. Purplish black blood sprayed everywhere, covering the junk and assorted goods in the thick viscous liquid.

Eda, as the burly man had mentioned the name of, stared with wide eyes at the display of violence, and the kid shrunk back toward the fridge. The lower half of the burly man fell to the ground with an unceremonious thud, and that was the end of that. He kicked the strange suitcase up to him, catching it and resting it underneath his armpit, before sighing.

Without turning his head away from where the burly man had been, he spoke. "Let's go somewhere more quiet, shall we? That way we don't get interrupted," Gojo said, before grabbing Eda by the wrist tight enough so she couldn't shake him off, though she reached for her staff and picked it up before he could do anything—she wasn't planning on using it, seeing as she wasn't pointing it at him.

He then grabbed the collar of the child's white and purple hoodie, before teleporting somewhere away from there. And, as if by luck, they were transported to some strange house in the middle of nowhere—notably not on Earth if the yellow sky said anything about it.

This most certainly wasn't a Domain, and this most certainly wasn't Earth. This was someplace else. And seeing as he wasn't back home after using his teleport, that meant that this place was not connected to Earth. Which brought up a whole other issue. Although that could wait until later.

His first thought was "Go to a house far away from town" and that was where they had ended up, surrounded by woods and forest, along with a pathway leading to town. The house had a slanted blue ruff that curved in a half circle.

There was a massive eye decal window in the center of a big white oblong tower-looking thing. The house looked like it was made of a single solid material—concrete by the looks of things—with a single wooden door with an owl door knocker on the front. Behind the house was a brick tower that looked like it had been part of a castle once. It hardly mattered, and right now, considering there was no one else aside from the two people he had in his hands right now, he saw no reason to suspect he was trespassing.

And, just like everything here, the house was also coated in a thick layer of Cursed Energy. Just where the hell had he been taken to?

He dropped Eda and the child to the ground, before tossing the useless suitcase-door-portal-thing to the ground, and stared at the pair. The child looked annoyed after being thrown to the ground—he didn't mean for it to hurt but oh well—and Eda, or whatever her real name was if Eda was her name to begin with dusted herself off.

She looked behind herself and blinked in shock at being where they were, before looking back at Gojo. "How'd you know where I live? And, also, you're a human yeah? How did you just do that? Humans can't use magic last I checked."

"I guessed, for one," Gojo remarked before dusting off his shoulders. "And for two, that wasn't magic, I just teleported using my Cursed Energy. When was the last time you've seen a human anyway? The dark ages?" Gojo joked, earning a frown from the old lady.

"Haha, very funny."

"I try to be," Gojo remarked, before looking at the kid. "Speaking of Cursed Energy, you got plenty to spare, kid. I'm surprised you haven't found yourself neck-deep in trouble before this. But I digress," as Gojo continued, he looked back at Eda. "You mind telling us where we are? Because this isn't Earth."

"The Boiling Isles," Eda replied, putting one hand on her hip as she did so. "It's the only habitable piece of land in The Demon Realm and is made up of the Corpse of The Titan. Don't ask because I don't know," Eda replied as Gojo frowned. She wasn't lying. The Demon Realm, though, sounded strange. Realms were folklore, but to find out they were real was interesting. Oh well, food for thought.

"So are we just not going to talk about you killing that guy?!" the child all but screamed, as Gojo shrugged. Eda crossed her arms, seemingly agreeing with her. Oh god, really? That was their hang-up?

"Actually, the kid has a point. Aside from the fact that they were from The Emperor's Coven and have been relentlessly harassing me for years, you just drew more attention to us because of that stunt. Cause when there's one, there's more to come. If it wasn't for your teleporting trick, we'd be getting hunted right about now. Plus, you got blood and gunk all over my stuff, and I couldn't collect it before we left."

As Eda said that, Gojo sighed. "Who cares? He was giving us problems and was going to throw us in prison. Not that he would've been able to, but still. He's some lackey no-named grunt. Sorry about your stuff though."

"You better be," Eda grumbled. "But yeah, no, killing that guy might've been a step too far though. You could've just knocked him out."

"And risk him telling people about our faces, aside from yours since you're well known? I don't think so," Gojo said, pointing toward the kid. "I'm more worried about her safety than my own. I dragged her into this mess—well, you dragged us into this mess, but I'm taking responsibility for the kid until you can get us back home."

Eda frowned, uncrossed her arms, tapping her staff on the floor and staring at Gojo. "Now hold on, bucko. You got rid of that guard guy, my thanks by the way, but you still haven't answered my question. Just who the hell are you? And same with you kid, who're you? And how do I know you aren't gonna stab me in the back or something?" Eda asked as the kid shook her head, before looking over at Eda.

"I'm Luz! Uh… sorry about sneaking into your shop… I just wanted my book back… which is lost forever now because I couldn't get it before we left…" Luz murmured that last part, though Gojo paid it no mind. Eda then looked at Gojo, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, if you must know," Gojo began, a grin taking up his visage. "I'm Gojo Satoru…" As he said that, he couldn't help but put on a bit of a dramatic flare. He took a single step, cracking the ground as he did so with the help of Infinity. This got Eda to blink at the display of strength, though she wasn't shocked by it. Luz, on the other hand, was, her eyes wide with awe.

He didn't need to do anything else to show off his power. They had already seen some of it when he dispatched that guard. His Reversal Red was the weaker of his three techniques, but it was good for not causing wanton destruction in a large area, unlike Lapse Blue or Hollow Purple. His Cursed Energy flowed off of him like a water fountain, and that made Eda take a step back, her eyes gaining a weary gleam. And with that, he made his title in the Jujutsu world known.

"…And I'm The Strongest."

-To Be Continued-

So… another Owl House Crossover, huh? Yeah, and this one is on the spot kinda like how All For Luz started. Unlike All for Luz, I have zero plans forward with this, so it might be a bit before another update comes out. So, just be patient, okay? Until next time!