Episode One: Satoru Gojo.

A boy with spiky white hair and striking blue eyes wakes up, wearing a hoodie, sweatpants, and sneakers. He's tied to a chair, restrained by thick ropes and sealing talismans. Struggling against his bindings, he tries to remember what led him to this moment.

A voice suddenly breaks the silence. "So... which one of you is in control right now?"

The voice belongs to a man sitting across from the boy. He has medium-length black hair and wears a white jacket with a gold button, black pants, and sneakers. A katana is strapped to his back.

"Who the hell are you? And where am I?" the boy asks, frustration creeping into his voice.

"Yuta Okkotsu. I'm in charge of the first years at Jujutsu Tech," the man replies calmly.

"Jujutsu... wait... Megumi—what happened to him?" the boy, revealed to be Yuji Itadori, blurts out.

"You're not exactly in a position to worry about others, Itadori," Yuta says coolly. "You've been sentenced to a secret execution."

Earlier That Day…

Yuji Itadori, the boy with white hair and blue eyes, walks through the halls of his school. Girls fawn over him, mesmerized by his looks, while the boys glare enviously. His confident strut and ever-present smirk make it clear: Yuji is the most popular student at school, and he loves every second of it.

Since grade one, Yuji has been the center of attention. His good looks, superhuman strength, and speed on the track team make him nearly untouchable. Girls adore him, and guys want to be him.

But today, something feels different. As he walks, he notices a corridor he normally ignores. There's a strange pull from that direction, something that draws him in. Curious and cautious, he walks down the dimly lit corridor, each step slow and deliberate.

At the end of the hallway, he sees a display case holding various trophies and medals, mostly insignificant—except for one item. An eyeball.

The object seems to call to him, compelling him closer. Without thinking, Yuji smashes the reinforced glass with ease, grabs the eyeball, and stares at it, captivated.

Suddenly, footsteps echo behind him. Yuji turns to see a boy with spiky black hair, wearing a dark purple high-collared jacket, matching pants, and brown dress shoes approaching.

"What the hell? Who are you?" Yuji asks.

"Megumi Fushiguro. I'm from Jujutsu Tech. That object you're holding is dangerous. Hand it over," the boy says calmly.

"This eyeball? You want it?" Yuji smirks. "Well, too bad. It's mine now."

"Listen, kid, that cursed object is Satoru Gojo's Eye. You have no idea what you're messing with. If you don't hand it over, you'll regret it," Megumi warns, his tone sharp and unyielding.

Without another word, Yuji sprints past Megumi at blinding speed. Startled, Megumi spins around, seeing Yuji already far ahead.

"Damn it!" Megumi curses, sprinting after him. "How the hell did he—no, I can't lose him!"

Megumi dives through a nearby window, shattering the glass as he leaps out. He forms a hand sign and mutters, "Nue!" A massive bird with a skull mask materializes, swooping down to carry Megumi through the air.

From above, Megumi spots Yuji racing through the streets. He descends, transitioning to a foot chase as Yuji darts into an alleyway. Megumi follows, determined to catch up.

In the narrow alley, Yuji turns to face Megumi, who is closing in. "Just give it up! You have no idea what you're dealing with!" Megumi yells, veins bulging in frustration.

"Why do you want it so badly?" Yuji asked, his brow furrowed. Megumi, growing more irritated, snapped back, "I told you already, dumbass! It's dangerous. Hand it over!"

Yuji paused for a moment, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Without warning, he tossed the cursed object into the air, leaving Megumi wide-eyed in shock.

"Wait—he's not gonna—" Megumi thought, lunging forward to intercept the object. But before he could reach it, Yuji caught it midair and swallowed it whole. Megumi froze in disbelief.

Yuji suddenly tensed, his eyes widening as his body began to pulse. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Megumi's thoughts raced. "No way... The worst-case scenario... The Cursed Object, Satoru Gojo's Eye, has incarnated!"

As Megumi watched, dark markings appeared on Yuji's body, and four additional eyes opened across his face. Then, a crazed, manic laughter erupted from Yuji as Satoru Gojo took control. Tearing the sleeve off his hoodie, Satoru tied it around his eyes like a makeshift blindfold.

"I knew it... Life is so much better in the flesh!" Satoru declared, stretching his limbs, reveling in his newfound freedom.

But before he could finish his thought, his own hand shot up, covering his face as Yuji's voice rang out from within, "What the hell do you think you're doing in my body?"

Satoru, surprised, responded, "How... How are you still in control?"

"Well, it's my body, dumbass," Yuji retorted.

Megumi, standing ready with his fists shrouded in cursed energy, glared at Yuji. "Whatever your name is, by Jujutsu regulations, I'm required to exorcise you as a curse."

Yuji glanced at Megumi, then scoffed. "Relax, short stack. I'm fine."

Before Megumi could respond, a calm voice echoed through the alley. "What's the situation?"

Megumi turned to see a familiar figure approaching. "Yuta Okkotsu?" he said, recognizing the man immediately.

"Yeah. The higher-ups were freaking out because the cursed object hadn't been retrieved, so I came to check it out," Yuta replied, hands casually tucked into his pockets.

Yuji, now back in control, smirked. "That eyeball thing this guy was chasing me for? Yeah, I ate it." As he spoke, the markings on his body faded, and the four extra eyes closed.

Yuta stepped closer, examining Yuji with a curious gaze. "Damn, it really did fuse with you," he said, stepping back. "Can you switch with Satoru at will?" he asked.

"Satoru?" Yuji responded, confused.

"The curse you ate," Yuta clarified.

"Yeah, I can," Yuji said, pulling off the blindfold and staring at the torn sleeve of his hoodie.

Without hesitation, Yuta drew his katana, its blade glowing with light red cursed energy. "Give us a minute," he said to Megumi, who cautiously stepped back.

Yuji raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Don't worry about it. In his current state, I'm much stronger," Yuta replied confidently.

Shrugging, Yuji closed his eyes, focusing on the switch. As the transition began, Megumi couldn't help but voice his concern. "Yuta-sensei, we're out in public. What if—"

Yuta cut him off. "I've got this under control."

Suddenly, Satoru leapt into the air, crashing down with immense force. Yuta dodged effortlessly, the ground beneath them cracking from the impact. In a fluid motion, Yuta spun and kicked Satoru in the side, sending him crashing into a nearby wall.

Satoru, recovering quickly, charged at Yuta and swung a punch at his face, but Yuta deftly dodged and slipped behind him, slamming the hilt of his katana against the back of Satoru's head.

Satoru stumbled but spun around with a vicious kick, which Yuta blocked with his wrist. In a blur of movement, Yuta appeared above Satoru, bringing his katana down in a powerful strike. Satoru dodged just in time, causing the blade to crack the ground once more.

Grinning, Satoru held out his hands, forming a miniature Lapse Blue between them, pulling rubble from the surrounding buildings and hurling it at Yuta. The attack hit, burying Yuta in debris.

But Yuta, unfazed, broke free from the rubble, katana still in hand. Satoru, shocked, began charging a Reversal Red at his fingertips.

"You sorcerers are always such a pain in the ass," Satoru muttered, releasing the blast. The shockwave cracked the ground and sent debris flying in all directions.

As the dust settled, Satoru smirked. "No matter the era, I'm always on top."

His smirk quickly faded, however, as he saw Yuta standing unscathed, with Megumi safely behind him. Satoru's body suddenly began to falter. The markings on his skin receded, and his extra eyes felt heavy.

"Again? Who... is this... Itadori... punk?" Satoru muttered internally as Yuji regained control.

With Satoru suppressed, Yuji took a deep breath, standing upright once more.

"So, how'd it go?" Yuji asks.

"Just as I expected," Yuta replies, stepping closer and tapping the side of Yuji's head with the hilt of his katana. In an instant, Yuji collapses, unconscious. Yuta catches him before he hits the ground, then turns to Megumi. "What do you think we should do with him?" he asks.

Megumi pauses, considering. "Regulations say we're supposed to kill him… but I don't want him to die," he admits.

Yuta smiles slightly. "Alright then, we'll figure something out," he says.

Present time, that same day.

"And that's how it went," Yuta says, finishing his explanation. "The object you swallowed was Satoru Gojo's Eye—a fragment of his soul. You're the first person to ever incarnate him. There are six eyes in total, and we only have two of them so far."

Yuta pulls out two more eyes, holding them between his fingers. "The higher-ups wanted me to kill you on the spot," he continues, "but there's no guarantee we'll find another vessel like you."

Yuji listens, tension building as Yuta lays out his options. "So, you have two choices," Yuta says, his voice firm. "Die now, or collect all six of Satoru's eyes—and then you die."

Yuji, seeing few other options, sighs and gives his answer. "Fine... I'll collect the eyes. But don't think for a second I'll just sit back and let you kill me like a good little boy," he says, smirking at the end. Yuta chuckles in response.

The next day, 7:45 a.m.

Yuta and Yuji walk across the campus of Tokyo Jujutsu High. "So, where are we headed?" Yuji asks, sipping from a soda can as Yuta strides ahead, slightly slouched with his hands in his pockets.

"To see the principal," Yuta replies. "He'll decide if you're eligible to join the school."

Yuji tosses the empty can aside. "Makes sense. So, what exactly is this place?"

"Tokyo Jujutsu High," Yuta explains. "It's a training ground for sorcerers, disguised as a religious studies school. But it's more than that—it's a society, a base, a home. A community within the community."

"Once the principal approves, you'll be living in the dorms," Yuta adds.

"Oh?" a familiar voice interrupts, causing Yuta to stop and turn. A black halo in the shape of an infinity symbol glows above Yuji's head as Satoru's voice rings out. "You're not the one in charge? How dull. Any hierarchy besides strength is worthless!" Satoru says.

"Tch, shut up," Yuji grumbles, twisting his pinky finger in his ear. "But he's got a point—why aren't you in charge here, Okkotsu?"

Yuta resumes walking. "I'm not qualified. Sure, I'm the strongest, but strength alone doesn't make a leader. Just like someone might be a great reader but terrible at math. In my case, I don't know the first thing about running a society."

"Huh… that makes sense. No use running a place if you don't know how," Yuji muses, following Yuta. "So, tell me, Yuta… who would win? You or Satoru?"

Yuta smirks confidently. "If he got all six of his eyes and reached 100% of his power, he'd give me some trouble."

"So, you'd lose?"

Yuta chuckles. "Nah. I'd still win," he says as they arrive at the evaluation building.

They step inside, entering a grand hall filled with pillars and statues. Seated at the center of the room is a man with short brown hair, a goatee, and black sunglasses. He's dressed in dark purple clothes—a high-collared jacket, matching pants, and black dress shoes.

"You're early... as usual," the principal says calmly.

"I'm aware, Principal," Yuta replies. "With me is Yuji Itadori, here for his evaluation." He gestures toward Yuji.

"Very well," the principal says as a small, green, bear-like cursed corpse steps forward.

Yuji glances down at it and scoffs. "Is that it?"

The principal shakes his head. "No. Tell me, Yuji—why do you want to attend Tokyo Jujutsu High? Depending on your answer, this cursed corpse will attack you."

Yuji taps his chin, thinking for a moment. "Well, I guess the obvious answer would be, 'So I can consume all of Gojo's eyes and then die to save the world,' but that's bullshit. The truth is… I want to live my life by my own definition of purpose. I want to know what it really means to live without regretting the choices I've made."

The principal seemed taken aback by Yuji's response, genuinely surprised. It was the best answer he had heard in a long time, and he smiled. "Okkotsu, show Itadori to his dorm room. I officially welcome you to Tokyo Jujutsu High," the principal said warmly.

"Thanks… You're alright," Yuji replied with a smirk before turning to leave with Yuta.

As they arrived at the dorms, Yuji was impressed. "Wow, this room is pretty big. I could get used to this," he said, looking around the space.

Yuta nodded. "From now on, this is where you'll stay. You'll also be sent out on missions with Megumi and one other first-year. We'll pick her up tomorrow, but for now, get comfortable," Yuta explained.

"No problemo. But, uh... I still don't get all this cursed stuff," Yuji admitted, sitting down on his new bed.

"Alright, I'll explain," Yuta said, leaning against the door. "First, cursed spirits. These are creatures born from negative emotions, often appearing as grotesque monsters. Then, there's cursed energy, which is harnessed from that negativity. Anger, fear, hatred—those emotions fuel cursed energy. Cursed techniques are like the tools to use that energy. Think of it this way: a cursed technique is like an electric appliance, something you're born with, but you need electricity—cursed energy—to power it. Together, they form your attacks and defenses."

Yuji nodded as the explanation sank in. "I see... So, do I have a technique?"

"Probably," Yuta replied, shaking his head slightly. "But here's the thing—about 80% of Jujutsu sorcery is just manipulating cursed energy. Most people don't have a specific technique unless they come from a powerful sorcerer family or are incredibly lucky. But, from what I can see—white hair, those piercing blue eyes—you might be a descendant of the Gojo clan. That's the same clan Satoru is from. So, there's a chance his technique could be inherited by you, or you might already have it."

Suddenly, the infinity-shaped black halo appeared above Yuji's head again, glowing as Satoru's voice echoed. "Do you even realize how absurd that is? I wiped out the only people capable or willing to pass on my techniques. No two sorcerers can be born with my ability at the same time—it's a paradox," Satoru scoffed.

Yuta paused, considering Satoru's words. "That could be true... In that case, Yuji, you might not have a technique. But there's still a chance—even if it's just one—you could inherit a singular technique."

Yuji sighed. "Only one, huh? Annoying... But whatever," he muttered. "I guess I'll figure it out."

Yuta stood up straight, ready to leave. "Well, I'll let you settle in. But be ready for tomorrow. We'll be picking up the third first-year," he said, giving Yuji a nod.

Yuji returned the nod as Yuta left his room.

Lying back on the bed, Yuji exhaled deeply. "Something tells me this is gonna be a lot harder than I thought..."