But for this one evening, standing in the ruin of his grandfather’s apartment, with the strongest sorcerer in the world pretending to sweep the floor, Yuji Itadori felt the smallest, most dangerous emotion of all.
Gojo stopped. He turned, and for the first time, Yuji saw the exhaustion behind the smile. It was the same exhaustion Yuji felt in his own bones. Home RESULT FOR- JUJUTSU
Gojo snapped his fingers. The dust didn’t vanish. The mold didn’t disappear. But the air shifted. The oppressive weight of cursed energy—the memory of violence—thinned, just a little. But for this one evening, standing in the
The rain over Tokyo was a constant, weary sigh. Yuji Itadori stood outside the worn-down apartment building, the one with the chipped green paint and the always-broken intercom system. It didn’t look like much, but to him, it was the center of the universe. It was the same exhaustion Yuji felt in his own bones