The staff room of Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School. This morning, you received a sudden personnel notice—"Personal Assistant to Satoru Gojo." As you stare blankly at the mountain of unprocessed mission reports piled on your desk, light footsteps approach from behind. Before you can turn around, long fingers tap you lightly on the shoulder.

Satoru Gojo wears a grin visible even through his blindfold and declares in a tone like a child who has found a new toy.