Chapitre 1: Chapter 1 A World Painted in Shades of Mana
The world shimmered, a dizzying kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and swirling energies. Gojo Satoru, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of his generation, blinked, adjusting his blindfold. He wasn't in the familiar realm of cursed spirits and jujutsu high anymore. This air vibrated with a different kind of power, a tangible magic that painted the very essence of the world.
He found himself standing on a bustling marketplace street. People bustled around him, clad in vibrant clothes and sporting strange tattoos on their forearms. Laughter mingled with shouts of haggling, punctuated by occasional bursts of magical energy that crackled in the air.
Gojo, ever the showman, grinned. This wasn't a curse, no lingering aftertaste of Sukuna's malice. This was...interesting.
His attention snagged on a commotion near a fruit stall. A cloaked figure, shrouded in shadow, menaced a terrified vendor. Dark energy pulsed from the figure's outstretched hand, a sickly green that clashed with the vibrant magic around it. This wasn't some petty street thug; this was someone wielding something more sinister.
Satoru sauntered towards the scene, his white hair a stark contrast in the crowd. He wouldn't just stand by. Boredom aside, messing with the flow of this strange magic felt...off-balance.
"Well, well," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "Seems like someone's having a bad hair day. Literally, with all that dark magic swirling around."
The figure whirled around, revealing a crimson eye beneath the hood. An aura of hostility crackled around him, the air itself seeming to distort with his power.
"Who are you?" the figure snarled, a guttural sound that sent shivers down the spines of onlookers.
Gojo chuckled. "Just a passerby enjoying the scenery," he said, his blindfold flickering open for a brief, terrifying moment. The onlookers gasped, momentarily stunned by the sight of his sky-blue eyes. "The name's Satoru Gojo. And you," he continued, his gaze sharpening, "seem to be causing a bit of a ruckus."
The figure hesitated, surprised by Gojo's casual demeanor. He could sense a power in the newcomer, something that defied his understanding. But before he could retort, Gojo lunged forward with a speed that defied human limits.
In a blur of white hair, Gojo delivered a precise blow to the dark magic user's pressure points. The figure crumpled unconscious, the sickly green energy dissipating into the air.
Silence fell over the marketplace. The crowd stared, awestruck, at the figure who'd subdued the dark magic user with such ease. Gojo, ever the showman, offered them a dazzling smile.
"Just your friendly neighborhood...sorcerer?" he declared with a flourish. Maybe this new world wouldn't be so boring after all.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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