The Second Strongest Sorcerer (Jujutsu Kaisen x Male Reader)

Sendai Duel

Case Report: December 8 2016...

Gojo Satoru lay sprawled across the wooden training floor of the dojo at the Tokyo campus, staring up at the ceiling with a vacant expression, as though he were waiting for time itself to pass more quickly. His body rocked gently from side to side. It was almost comical—the way his tall frame lay there like a child bored out of their mind, waiting impatiently for candy.

Beside him, his phone was propped up, streaming the latest news report.

The familiar voice of a news anchor drifted through the room, but Gojo barely seemed to listen.

"We've just received confirmation that the evacuation of all citizens from Sendai City has been completed. Despite this, doubts linger among many who question whether the predicted earthquakes will even occur. Others, however, are gripped by fear, convinced not only that the quakes will strike but that they may extend even farther south."

The anchor continued, filling in the details about the massive evacuation effort, but Gojo's focus was already elsewhere. Only the first part mattered to him—the evacuation was done.

He leapt to his feet with a sudden burst of energy, twisting his waist in one smooth motion, a wide grin stretching across his face.

Unlike his usual attire, today Gojo wore something different—his tight-fitting black shirt clung to his athletic frame, and white, loose training pants hung low on his waist, secured by a belt. His feet were clad in black martial arts slippers, chosen for maximum efficiency.

Most notably, he wasn't wearing his trademark blindfold or sunglasses.

His six eyes—brilliant and fully activated—were visible, their intense blue gleam catching the light, sharper than ever.

Gojo descended the stairs of the Tokyo campus with a deliberate stride, his hands stuffed casually into his pockets. His usual carefree attitude seemed to have returned as he whistled lightly, the tension of the past days gone, replaced by his anticipation of what was to come.

But then, from the bottom of the stairwell, someone came barreling upward, skipping two steps at a time with clear urgency.

"Ah! Utahime!"

Gojo called out, smiling broadly as his senior from Kyoto hurried toward him.

Her face was set in a determined frown, her ponytail bouncing behind her as she moved with purpose.

"What are you doing here—" Gojo began, but before he could finish, Utahime launched herself into the air, her legs outstretched in a full drop kick, her miko robes flaring dramatically behind her.

Gojo's eyes widened in surprise as he jumped to the side, dodging the attack.

He landed gracefully, his movements fluid, while Utahime's kick landed hard against the stair beneath her.

She wasted no time—immediately following up with a punch, then a kick, her movements sharp and practiced, despite her traditional attire.

"Have you finally had enough of my antics, Utahime?"

Gojo teased, laughing lightly as he dodged her blows effortlessly, his hands still tucked in his pockets.

"I mean, I get it, but this isn't really the best time right now-"

"Are. You. Two. Crazy?!!"

Utahime's voice cracked with frustration as she delivered a straight punch, aiming right for Gojo's chest.