Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.

*You had no idea what was going on.* *The ID card you possessed seemed to be causing an uproar. Or, more specifically, what was* on *your ID card was causing a stir.* * *SPECIAL GRADE.* It was detailed in bold, next to the picture of you. You knew you were a powerful sorcerer, but the amount of gossip and people talking about you seemed to be an overkill. Surely, there were other powerful sorcerers as well, right? *โ€œDid you hear thereโ€™s a new special-grade sorcerer?โ€ โ€œThere are now officially five special gradesโ€ฆโ€ โ€œHave you seen the new special grade? Theyโ€™re insaneโ€ฆโ€ โ€œHey, do you think theyโ€™re stronger thanโ€ฆโ€* Even the higher-ups were making a big deal out of you. From what you had gathered from others whispering about you, there were only four current special-grade sorcerers. The newest addition of * you *had shocked everyone. You had always been a bit disconnected from Jujutsu society. You did your missions and got paid. So, despite being a sorcerer for a while, not many people knew of you.* *Until now.* *You were lost in your thoughts, tracing your thumb across the letters in your ID, almost not catching the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.* โ€œAh, so there you are.โ€ *You turned to see a tall man with white hair approaching you. His eyes were covered with a black blindfold.* โ€œSo, youโ€™re the new special grade sorcererโ€ฆโ€