"MrIdontknow" thanks for the review and tbh I didn't even think of half of what you said when I wrote this story.

So here is my answer:

-They can exploit the system by making binding vows, for megumi this is like a bonus round where he can increase his cursed Energy or strengthen his technique by trading his exp when he or his party(gojo, yuji, nobara) kill monsters.

-Megumi has Sin and from my pov its none other than sloth and I'm not talking about its laziness, but him underestimating the hell out of himself. Like he doesn't even realize how much of a potential he has. I don't know if he is like this bcz gojo raised him, as he is like a concrete wall in front of megumi and megumi sees himself as baby with a toy rubber hammer thinking he can't ever reach someone like gojo its directly like he is refusing to act to its fullest potential. When gojo and sukuna said something to him, just some words about him not realising his potential he in one try took out his domain. So, by my pov sloth fit him perfectly.

-Gojo won't really do much when he realises that his students can become stronger automatically by defeating some monster and exploiting binding vows. He will not let this chance slide ever for them to not become stronger and will only intervene when things get out of hand. But he will help way too much so no worry about him not acting.

-and i'm inclined to follow mostly cannon, like megumi getting framed, and also about the slave system, they will be rooting it out even if it means forcefully. Gojo doesn't care shit about something as shitty as law if children are getiing sold in front of him, just bcz they have some animal parts like ears and tail. It would have been a whole different story if it was happening behind him and he didn't know anything about it like some passerby.

-no harem.

-And no romance (at least not yet anyway)

….

Gojo walked down the big castle hall like he owned the whole place. Even with a strip of black cloth tied tight around his eyes, he didn't bump into anything.

His hands were pushed deep in his pockets, making him look like he was just taking a walk in a park, not inside some old stone castle.

The tall stone walls, covered in fancy pictures and old cloth hangings, didn't seem to impress him at all. He was just too cool for that.

Right behind him, his students tried to keep up. Yuji was almost bouncing, his feet tapping light and fast on the stone floor. His eyes were wide, like a little kid seeing giant dinosaur bones for the first time. He kept pointing.

"Look, look, Gojo Sensei! Look! It's the knights' armor! So shiny!"

Then, pointing at a weird statue, "Look, look, Gojo Sensei! Look, it's… ahh, I don't know what that thing is, but it's weird!"

Gojo, still facing forward, gave a little nod. "Yeah, I'm seein' it, Yuji. I'm seein' it." His voice was chill, like always.

Nobara wasn't bouncing. She took a big sniff of the air and made a face. "Ugh, there is so much dust in here," she grumbled, quiet enough so only the students could really hear.

"It looks like the king can't pay for good cleaners." She looked sideways at a gold picture frame. "And these decorations are super tacky."

Megumi walked last, quiet as usual. His eyes weren't wide like Yuji's; they were sharp, looking at everything the ceiling, the floor, the shadows in the corners.

His left arm felt strange, heavier than it should. A big, round shield was stuck fast onto it. He'd already tried pulling at it, wiggling his arm, even pushing against a wall earlier, but the thing wouldn't budge.

It was just… there. Still, he wasn't freaking out. Not really. Having Gojo right there in front, acting like nothing was a big deal, made things feel less scary.

A few steps behind Megumi, the other three guys they'd arrived with shuffled along. The one holding the fancy spear, a blond guy, actually had a small smile on his face.

He looked around like he was excited to be in a real castle. The kid with the bow was much quieter, his eyes moving carefully, watching the group, the walls, everything.

The last one, the boy who showed up with a sword, just looked lost. Like he'd woken up from a strange dream and wasn't sure where he was.

Even so, his eyes darted around too, a mix of nerves and maybe a little bit of wonder. For now, they all seemed okay with letting the tall, weird, blindfolded man lead the way.

Their guide, one of the people in dark hoods who had brought them here, finally stopped. They were standing in front of a giant set of double doors.

The doors were made of dark, heavy wood, like old trees, with thick metal bands across them that looked super strong.

Two knights stood perfectly still on either side, wearing armor so shiny you could almost see your face in it.

The hooded guide gave the knights a quick little nod. The knights reached out, grabbed the huge metal handles, and pulled hard.

The doors made a loud, groaning noise GRROOOOAN that bounced off the stone walls down the long hall. They swung open slowly, showing a huge room inside.

Sunlight poured into the room through tall, thin windows way up high. The light cut through the air, making little bits of dust sparkle and dance like tiny bugs.

A long, soft red carpet stretched all the way down the middle of the room, right up to a big, fancy chair a throne sitting on some steps at the very end.

An old man with a long, snow-white beard sat on the throne. He wore rich clothes and looked very serious.

Along both sides of the carpet, rows of people stood watching. They wore expensive-looking clothes too, lots of bright colors and shiny stuff.

They whispered to each other, their eyes locked on the group who had just walked in.

The hooded figures who had led them there quickly stepped to the side.

They bowed low towards the man on the throne, then backed away into the shadows, leaving Gojo, his students, and the other three guys standing there by themselves at the entrance, right at the start of the red carpet.

It felt kind of awkward, suddenly being the center of attention for all these fancy people.

The old man on the throne slowly stroked his long white beard. His eyes moved over the group, looking at each of them for a second.

He seemed to look right past Megumi, not even noticing the big shield stuck to his arm.

His eyes stayed longer on the three other guys the blond one with the spear, the quiet one with the bow, and the confused one with the sword.

"So," the King finally said, his voice loud and clear, easily filling the giant room. "These are the Cardinal Heroes?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the main hooded guide answered quickly, his voice a bit muffled because he was still bowing low.

"We called for them, just like you asked. The magic worked." He paused, then added, "But… there was a small problem with the magic circle, it seems. Three extra people got pulled in during the summoning. They seem to be… with him." He tilted his head slightly towards Gojo and the students.

The King leaned forward just a little bit, his eyebrows pinching together. "Wait. So, you are saying we have three more extra heroes?" he asked, sounding surprised. He needed to be sure. Everyone knew there were only supposed to be four heroes.

"No, Your Majesty," the hooded man said quickly, shaking his head. "Not heroes. They seem to be just normal people. They probably just got caught up in the bright light of the summoning by mistake, pulled here from the other side with the real Heroes."

"Oh! Well, never mind then. Good job anyway," the King said, cutting things short. His voice didn't sound very interested in the 'extra people' at all. "Now, step aside, please. Let me get a proper look at our Heroes."

The main hooded man practically jumped off the red carpet, bowing again quickly before melting back into the shadows along the wall with the others. This left a wide, clear path between the group standing awkwardly near the door and the serious old King sitting high up on his throne.

"Welcome, Heroes," the King announced. His voice was loud and boomed a little in the huge room, like someone used to making big speeches and having everyone listen. "My name is Aultcray Melromarc the Thirty-Second. I am the King ruling this land, Melromarc." He looked them over again, his eyes sharp, mostly sticking to the three boys holding the weapons. "Now, if you please, tell me your names."

There was a moment of quiet, just the soft rustle of fancy clothes from the people watching along the sides. Then, the kid holding the bow took a small step forward. He seemed pretty calm.

"Okay, I guess I'll go first," he said, his voice clear. "My name is Itsuki Kawasumi. I'm seventeen years old, and I'm a high school student." He finished standing steady with a smile.

Next, the young man with the sword, the one who looked a bit lost earlier, spoke up. He seemed a bit shy, fiddling with the handle of his sword.

"Um... Naofumi Iwatani," he said, his voice not as loud as Itsuki's. "I'm twenty years old. A university student."

Then, the blond guy with the fancy spear practically bounced forward, a huge, friendly smile plastered on his face. He waved his spear hand a little, almost hitting Naofumi. "Hey! Nice to meet you all!" he beamed. "The name's Motoyasu Kitamura, but everyone just calls me Motoyasu! No need to be all stiff and formal, right? I'm twenty-one, and yeah, I go to university too!"

King Aultcray gave a stiff little nod to the three boys. His face didn't change much, still serious. He was still very clearly not looking at Megumi, who was now glaring down at the heavy shield stuck to his arm, trying to wiggle his fingers under the edge of it again without anyone noticing. The King opened his mouth, probably to say more to the three weapon guys.

"Hm… Itsuki, Naofumi, Motoyasu…" he started, stroking his long white beard again. "Alright. First things first, please listen carefully to what the priest standing beside me is about to tell you."

Just then, Gojo leaned over, getting really close to Yuji's ear. He whispered low, even though he probably didn't need to with his blindfold on. "Hey, Yuji-kun," he murmured, a little grin playing on his lips. "Does this kinda scene happen in those manga you read? You know, where the big important guy totally ignores some people? Like us? And poor Megumi here, who's clearly got one of the hero things too?"

Yuji leaned back a bit, his eyes wide as he thought hard. He whispered back like he was sharing a big secret. "Now that you say it, Gojo Sensei… yeah, there are stories like that! But they're usually, like, super dark revenge manga where the ignored guy gets really mad later. I don't think that'll happen here, right?" He paused, looking towards the old King. "Maybe… maybe he just forgot about us? I mean, he looks really, really old."

Gojo straightened up, nodding thoughtfully. "Ahh, you got a point there. He is old. Maybe his eyes aren't so good anymore, or maybe he's just a bit forgetful. Senile, maybe?" He cracked his knuckles.

"Guess I'll have to remind him." Gojo strolled casually to the front of his little group, right onto the edge of the red carpet, puffing his chest out slightly. He took a breath, about to call out in his usual loud, happy way.

But before Gojo could say anything, the kid with the sword spoke up again, louder this time.

"Ahhh… Your Majesty?" Naofumi called out, sounding a little nervous but firm.

The King turned his gaze back to Naofumi. "Yes, Sword Hero Naofumi? What is it you need?" His voice was polite, but still formal.

"Um, I think… I think you forgot the Shield Hero," Naofumi said, pointing a little awkwardly towards Megumi. "He's right here too, and he still hasn't introduced himself yet."

The King's eyes flicked over to Megumi for just a second, then back to Naofumi. "Ah." There was a tiny pause.

"My apologies, Sword Hero… ah, yes. The Shield Hero. Please, introduce yourself to us." When he spoke to Megumi, his voice was flat.

All the politeness seemed gone, replaced by something cold hidden way underneath. There was zero happiness or welcome in his tone.

Before Megumi could even open his mouth, Gojo suddenly clapped his hands together loudly, making a few nobles jump.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on a second there, Mr. King!" Gojo said, stepping forward with a big, smug smile. He struck a dramatic pose, one hand on his hip, the other pointing to the ceiling.

"Well, it would be super, super rude for a simple student to introduce themselves first while their amazing, incredibly handsome, and super charming teacher is standing right here, waiting patiently! Don't you agree, Yuji?"

"YES, SENSEI! You're SO COOL! but calling us simple…" Yuji cheered instantly, clapping his hands together fast like he was watching his favorite hero on TV.

Yuji was like a wingman for Gojo, always ready for Gojo Theatrical.

Gojo practically glowed under the praise. He immediately launched into a series of even sillier poses, turning this way and that, acting like he was on a fashion runway in front of all the serious nobles. One pose looked like a weird cat, another like a famous statue.

Nobara, who had been watching with her arms crossed tight, let out a loud scoff. Her face screamed 'I am not impressed.'

"Tch. Seriously? What are you, five years old?" she snapped, flicking her brown hair over her ear with attitude.

"Maybe save the modeling show for after you actually teach us something useful for once." She shot Gojo a smirk, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

Gojo gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like Nobara's words were actual arrows. "Agh! Nobara! Your words wound me! So cruel to your dear teacher!" he whined, sinking down onto one knee like a dying swan in a play. "I was just trying to inspire the youth with my fabulousness!"

Yuji burst out laughing at Gojo's act, bending over slightly. Nobara just rolled her eyes so hard they nearly got stuck.

"If this is our inspiration," she muttered just loud enough for Megumi and Yuji to hear, "then we're totally doomed."

"Can we please just move on from… whatever this is?" Megumi sighed, rubbing his forehead like he was getting a headache. "It's getting annoying." The shield on his arm felt even heavier now.

The King just stared, his mouth slightly open. He looked completely baffled by the tall blindfolded man acting like a total clown in the presence of royalty and nobles no less.

The nobles lining the room whispered even louder now, pointing and looking confused. Even the other three heroes, Itsuki, Naofumi, and Motoyasu, looked pretty weirded out by Gojo's show.

Which is totally normal except for Yuji that is.

Gojo popped back up to his feet, brushing imaginary dust off his knee. "Ahem!" he cleared his throat, loud and theatrical, like he was about to announce the winner of a huge prize.

He puffed out his chest again. "Alright, alright, settle down folks! For those of you in the back, and anyone else who somehow hasn't figured it out yet allow me to properly introduce myself." He paused for effect, a huge grin spreading under his blindfold.

"I," he declared, pointing a thumb at his own chest, "am Satoru Gojo! I'm the teacher responsible for these three sweet, wonderful kids standing right behind me." He gestured vaguely towards Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi. "And, more importantly no doubt about it, not even a little bit I am the strongest jujutsu sorcerer!"


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