Hanami Sounds Female.

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On a cliffside overlooking the ongoing battle, Pseudo-Geto and Hanami observe the scene with keen interest. The air is thick with tension, the atmosphere charged with the aftermath of Satoru Gojo's overwhelming display of power. Below them, Jogo's severed head hangs in the air, helpless and at the mercy of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. The situation is dire, and the two curses watch, calculating their next move.

"Are we going to intervene?" Hanami asks, its voice resonating with a deep, earthy tone. The plant-like curse is eager, its dark eyes fixed on the scene below, waiting for any sign from its companion.

Pseudo-Geto, however, remains still, his gaze never wavering from Satoru and Yuji. "No," he says calmly, almost dismissively. "I have no intention of being seen by anyone from Jujutsu High. Our plans are too delicate for such reckless action."

Hanami tilts its head, considering Geto's words. "Then you're leaving him to die?" it asks, curious about the concept of loyalty among curses. "Doesn't it bother you?"

Geto turns slightly, his expression unreadable. "Does it bother you?" he counters. "Do cursed spirits like you even feel a kinship with one another? Or are you just a collection of instincts and malice?"

Hanami is silent for a moment, then it murmurs something in a strange, ancient language. The words are low and guttural, carrying a weight of centuries-old meaning that seems to irritate Geto. His eyes narrow, and he waves his hand dismissively.

"Do what you want," Geto says, his voice laced with mild annoyance. "But don't expect me to clean up your mess."

With that, Hanami steps forward, its resolve clear. The powerful curse leaps from the cliff, its body twisting through the air with unnatural grace as it descends toward the battlefield.

Satoru Gojo stands before Jogo's severed head, his attempts at interrogation yielding no results. The curse remains stubbornly silent, even in the face of certain death. Satoru frowns, growing impatient with the lack of progress.

"Last chance," Satoru warns, his tone cold and unyielding. "Tell me who sent you, or I'll end this right now."

Before Jogo can respond—or refuse—a sudden sharp noise cuts through the air. Satoru's eyes widen slightly as a massive wooden spike hurtles toward him from above. He moves in an instant, sidestepping the projectile with fluid precision. The spike slams into the ground where he stood, piercing deep into the earth.

The spike pulsates, releasing an energy that rapidly transforms the barren ground around it. Within moments, a lush garden of flowers and vines bursts forth, spreading in all directions. The air fills with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, creating a surreal and disorienting atmosphere. The distraction is enough to divert Satoru's attention, his senses on high alert as he assesses the sudden shift in the environment.

"Stay sharp, Yuji," Satoru calls out, his voice carrying a note of caution.

But Yuji is already on the move, his instincts kicking in as he senses danger. Out of the flourishing garden, a monstrous wooden curse rises—a towering, twisted creature of bark and roots, its glowing eyes fixed on the young sorcerer. The creature lunges at Yuji with terrifying speed, its massive limbs swinging with destructive force.

Yuji braces himself, but before he can react, Satoru is there. In a blur of motion, Gojo intervenes, his hand outstretched as a barrier of cursed energy forms between Yuji and the attacking curse. The wooden creature slams into the barrier, its momentum halted instantly. With a casual flick of his wrist, Satoru sends the curse flying backward, crashing into the surrounding trees.

"Don't let your guard down," Satoru advises, his tone more serious than before. "This isn't over yet."

As Yuji regains his composure, Satoru scans the area, realizing what the distraction is for. In the confusion caused by the sudden garden and the wooden curse, Hanami swooped in, grabbing Jogo's severed head with one of its many vine-like appendages. The plant-like curse retreats swiftly, blending into the surrounding foliage with surprising speed.

"Damn," Satoru mutters, watching as the two curses disappear into the distance. He considers giving chase but ultimately decides against it. There's no point in risking a prolonged confrontation, especially with Yuji still in training.

"We'll deal with them later," Satoru says, turning back to his student. "For now, let's focus on your lesson."

Yuji nods, still processing the intensity of the encounter. He's disappointed that the curses managed to escape, but he's also grateful for the opportunity to learn from one of the best.

[Auther: I'm not a Yuji meat rider, I swear....kinda....I am.]

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As Hanami and Jogo vanish into the forest, Satoru Gojo stands still for a moment, his gaze fixed on where the curses disappeared. A small, amused smile plays on his lips. The cursed spirit had managed to execute a coordinated retreat, masking its presence just enough to slip away. It's a rare occurrence for Satoru to encounter such cunning among curses, and rather than being frustrated, he finds himself intrigued.

"Well, well," Satoru muses aloud, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It's not every day a cursed spirit manages to surprise me. Things are getting fun."

Yuji, still catching his breath from the encounter, looks up at his teacher with a mixture of awe and confusion. He's not sure what Gojo sensei means by "fun," but he can tell that Satoru's excitement is genuine.

"Yuji," Satoru says, turning to face his student with a serious expression, "I want all of you—my students—to get strong enough to handle curses like that. Today was just the beginning. There's a lot more for you to learn and even more for you to face."

Yuji nods, his resolve hardening. The encounter with Jogo and Hanami has shown him just how far he has to go. The strength and skill of Satoru are on a completely different level, but Yuji is determined to close that gap.

Satoru continues, "We'll keep training, and soon enough, you'll be ready to take on tougher missions. I want you to experience the real world of jujutsu sorcery, the kind of missions that test your limits."

He pauses, a playful glint returning to his eyes. "And don't worry, we'll make quite the entrance at the exchange event. Though I suppose I still haven't told you much about that, have I?"

Yuji shakes his head, curious but trusting that Satoru will reveal things in due time. "Wait, is this like a surprise?!"

Meanwhile, back at Jujutsu High, Kiyotaka Ijichi enters Principal Yaga's office. The room is filled with various cursed tools and artifacts, all neatly arranged but exuding faint, ominous energy. Ijichi, ever the dutiful assistant, approaches the principal's desk with a slight bow.

"Principal Yaga," Ijichi begins, "I've come to deliver my report—"

But before he can finish, Principal Yaga interrupts him with a scowl. "Where is Satoru?" Yaga's voice is sharp, laced with irritation. "He's supposed to be here. We have important matters to discuss, and he's off gallivanting again?"

Ijichi sighs inwardly, knowing full well how difficult it is to pin down Satoru Gojo for any formal meeting. "He's training Itadori Yuji," Ijichi explains, trying to smooth over the situation. "They've encountered some high-level curses, and Gojo-sensei deemed it necessary to—"

"Enough," Yaga cuts in, rubbing his temples as if warding off a headache. "That man is always doing things his way. Fine, we'll deal with it when he decides to show up. But this lack of discipline will catch up with him someday."

Ijichi nods, understanding the principal's frustration but also aware that Satoru's unconventional methods often yield results. He steps back, letting the principal return to his work, the tension in the room palpable.

Elsewhere, in a shadowy, isolated domain, Suguru Geto convenes with his associates. The atmosphere is heavy, the air thick with the combined presence of powerful curses and malevolent energy. The room is dimly lit, the only illumination coming from flickering cursed flames that cast eerie shadows on the walls.

Geto stands at the head of a stone table, his expression calm but calculating. He's a man with a plan, and the pieces are slowly falling into place. As he surveys the room, two more figures enter—Mahito and another curse. They join Geto, their expressions reflecting the gravity of the situation.

"We need to be fully prepared," Geto begins, his voice carrying an air of authority. "The time is approaching. We'll execute the plan to seal Satoru Gojo on October 31st, in Shibuya."

The mention of Shibuya sends a ripple of anticipation through the room. Shibuya, a bustling center of human activity, will be the perfect stage for their operation—a place where the clash between curses and jujutsu sorcerers will reach its peak.

Mahito grins, his twisted smile reflecting his eagerness for chaos. "Sealing Gojo will be a game-changer," he says, the words dripping with malicious glee. "Once he's out of the way, the rest of the jujutsu world will crumble."

Geto nods, his eyes gleaming with dark intent. "Indeed. But we must not underestimate him. Gojo is the strongest for a reason. We'll need to use the Prison Realm and execute our strategy flawlessly. There can be no mistakes."

The other curse, silent until now, speaks up, its voice a low rumble. "What about the students? Gojo's protégés?"

Geto smirks, dismissing the concern with a wave of his hand. "They're of no consequence. Once Gojo is sealed, they'll be powerless. We'll pick them off one by one if need be."

The room falls silent as the group contemplates the enormity of their plan. The stakes are high, and the consequences of failure are severe. But Geto is confident. His eyes burn with a fervor that borders on zealotry. This is his mission, his purpose, and he won't rest until it's fulfilled.

"Prepare yourselves," Geto commands, his voice echoing through the chamber. "October 31st will be the day the jujutsu world changes forever.

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