Visitor at the Door – Chapter 47

Morning came gently.

There was no tension in the air. No pressure on the chest. No cursed whispers sliding through the windowsill. Just the pale golden sunlight slipping through a half-closed curtain and a soft draft from the ceiling fan.

Ren opened his eyes slowly.

No killer intent.

No surveillance.

Just the ordinary peace of a too-quiet morning.

He stood up from his futon, his body still slightly sore from yesterday's chaos. Kai2 lay curled next to him like a sad sea cucumber, snoring softly in a pool of shadow. Ren yawned, stretched, and made his way to the sink.

Toothbrush.

Paste.

Lazy rhythm.

He brushed, stared at the mirror, then leaned sideways to crack the window open. A breeze touched his cheek—and there it was. Barely visible against the sky, like heat waves over asphalt: a shimmer.

A barrier.

"…Yup," Ren muttered. "That's a barrier, for sure. They're here, huh?"

He squinted but felt nothing.

He couldn't sense anything yet. Not fully. Which was a skill he really wished he had down. "I hope I learn that in Jujutsu High," he grumbled to himself.

He closed the window and splashed cold water on his face.

A few minutes passed in simple silence. He straightened up the apartment a bit. Folded some clothes. Moved empty bowls. Wiped the counter.

He didn't feel nervous.

That surprised him.

Then—

Knock, knock.

Ren didn't flinch.

He exhaled and raised a hand, snapping his fingers.

Kai2 blinked awake, let out a sleepy burble, and slipped into his shadow with a liquid slither.

Ren padded over to the door.

And opened it.

There he was standing there…

Tall—easily 6'3". White hair, slightly messy. A black blindfold over his eyes. All-black outfit, tailored like a villain's fashion show.

He was almost stupidly attractive.

Ren blinked once.

Because he knew that face.

He'd seen it in manga panels, anime screens, memes, and AMVs. In his last life.

Gojo Satoru.

The strongest.

"Hi!" he said. "I heard you saved Utahime! Kid, you're easy to find—but who are you, though?"

Ren stared.

Then smiled.

"…Hi. Who are you? Hmm? Saved Utahime? Who's that? Also, are you blind or something? I think you've got the wrong person, bro."

He went to close the door.

It didn't budge.

Ren thought, Damn Infinity.

He sighed and stepped back.

The door swung open.

Gojo Satoru walked in like he owned the place.

"Oh, me? I'm Gojo," he said cheerfully. "And Utahime? She's the woman you saved at the water park. Also, don't 'bro' me. I'm older than you, you know? Show some respect to your elders."

Ren frowned and turned and walked back to his mat, sitting down cross-legged without a word.

"Close the door behind you then, Gojo," he said dryly. "And you speak about elders but talk like a teenager. Utahime? That's the name of the screaming lady?"

Gojo blinked.

He was silent for a second.

Then he laughed. "Wow. You're way too casual."

Ren didn't answer.

He just stared.

---

Flashback—twenty-four hours earlier.

Gojo was lounging in a chair, tossing a stress ball against the ceiling, when his phone buzzed.

Utahime had been on a mission—and someone said a Sukuna Finger had been involved.

Gojo sat upright immediately.

"...What?"

The details came fast: Utahime was injured but alive. A curse had consumed part of the finger. There was a battle. And a teenager—a total unknown—had not only survived the fight…

…but won.

---

Cut to an hour later.

He found Utahime lying on a cot at the Jujutsu High infirmary. Bandaged leg, annoyed expression.

"You're alive?" Gojo said flatly. "That's a miracle. I thought fish bait had shorter survival rates."

Utahime threw her water glass at him.

It bounced off infinity, of course.

"Shut up."

He grinned.

"Okay, okay. But seriously—what the hell happened? Who's the kid?"

Utahime sighed.

"I don't know. He just showed up. His cursed energy was weird—like, hard to sense. But what got me was his cursed technique. I've never seen it before. Threads. Red. Something like a binding technique, but way more flexible."

Gojo's smile faded slightly.

Utahime continued, "And he didn't fight alone. He summoned something. A cursed spirit. It looked like a person—but huge. Smart. Dangerous. At least special grade. No doubt."

Now that got Gojo's attention.

He left the infirmary within five minutes.

---

He'd reviewed the reports. The water park was a crater.

The curse had been annihilated. Photographs of the damage were impressive. Especially that one crater in the center of the pool.

Gojo smirked.

"He's doing exactly what I was doing at his age. Making messes. Picking fights. Showing off."

The difference?

I had a clan behind him. A school. A legacy.

This kid?

A nobody.

No family. No record. No clan.

And now, standing in front of him in a small Tokyo apartment, Gojo could feel something was off.

Now he sat across from Ren.

And this boy?

Didn't blink.

Didn't sweat.

Didn't flinch.

He had control.

His cursed energy was muted—suppressed, but dense. Not vast. But surgical.

And something twitched in his shadow.

Something Gojo hadn't seen before.

"…Interesting."