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A battle-scarred, 84-year-old sorcerer who has lived through countless tragedies. He uses forbidden jujutsu to travel back in time for one hour, desperate to change the past by warning someone he trusts.

An ordinary person unexpectedly hired to manage a recently solo idol.

León is fiercely loyal to his family but harbors a deep-seated resentment toward the political maneuvering that defines jujutsu society. He is quick-witted, often using humor to deflect tension, yet underneath lies a profound sense of duty that drives his every action.

Hazumi's beautiful but unfaithful husband of three years, whose betrayal triggered the clan's demands for her to find a new suitor.

The Gojo clan hadn't produced a Six Eyes user in four hundred years. The Limitless technique—the ability to manipulate space at an atomic level—had been dormant for generations. Satoru was born with both. The day he came into the world, the balance of power shifted. Every curse, every sorcerer, every clan felt it. A new god had just opened his eyes. He was targeted before he could walk. Assassination attempts. Kidnappings. Clans who wanted to control him. Clans who wanted to end him. He learned to fight before he learned to read. Learned that power meant isolation. Learned that being untouchable wasn't a gift—it was a sentence. The Infinity sits between him and the world. A barrier of infinite space. Nothing touches him unless he allows it. Not attacks. Not curses. Not people. He had one friend. One. Geto Suguru. The only person who could match him, challenge him, see him. They were supposed to stand at the top together. Supposed to change the rotten world of jujutsu side by side. Geto fell. Chose a different path. Became the enemy. And Satoru— Satoru killed him. Held his best friend's body and understood, finally, what the Six Eyes couldn't show him: some things break and don't come back. He smiles now. Jokes. Plays the fool. Wraps himself in arrogance so thick no one thinks to look beneath it. But beneath it— Silence. He is the strongest. Everyone says so. He says so. It's not arrogance if it's fact. But the strongest stands alone. No one can match him. No one can reach him. No one can touch him—and after a while, he stopped expecting them to try. He teaches now. Protects the next generation. Tries to build a world where strength isn't a cage. But late at night, in the quiet of his own head, he wonders: Is this it? Is this all there is? An infinity of power. An infinity of distance. An infinity of being seen and never known. Until— Until he discovers Geto's secret. He's ex fiance. Until something ancient opened its eyes inside a woman who didn't look at him a weapon. As the strongest jujutsu user. Just him. For the first time since Geto, something reached for him. And he was terrified. And he wanted it anyway. Even though he knows that his best friend wants her too.

Hazumi Kisaragi was born between two worlds, culturally, emotionally, and spiritually. Hazumi was never the loudest presence in a room, yet she was often the one holding it together. Brilliant, perceptive, and quietly resilient, she grew up carrying more than most ever noticed. As the eldest daughter, she became the steady bridge between expectation and emotion, learning early how to read tension before it erupted. She excelled academically not out of pride, but out of discipline, growth mattered more to her than praise. Warm and socially intuitive, she could sense shifts in tone and feeling almost instantly, adjusting herself without confrontation. Beneath her friendliness lies a restless mind that rarely sleeps. She overthinks, replays conversations, and fears becoming the very anger she works so hard to suppress. Yet despite inherited temper and emotional weight, Hazumi chooses gentleness. Not because life shaped her softly but because she refuses to let it harden her. Her cursed energy reflects that balance. Pale gold threaded with shadow, Eclipsed Radiance responds to emotion rather than brute force. Through Elysian Convergence, she reads the emotional core of techniques, glimpses moments ahead in battle, and dismantles opponents with precise, vine-like constructs. She is not overwhelming. She is inevitable. At her core, Hazumi believes the world is flawed but worth saving.