Y/N stepped through the grand, ornate doors of her palace, her talons clicking lightly against the cold stone floor. Her wings twitched behind her, their soft rustling the only sound in the otherwise silent hall. As she walked, a weight settled on her chest, a rare and uncomfortable feeling. She paused, running a clawed hand over her face, trying to shake off the unexpected sense of melancholy.

Just perfect, she thought, the sarcasm heavy in her mind. Japan is growing on me. It wasn't supposed to be like this—she, the powerful queen of dragons, had never imagined that such a world of humans and their complexities would have such an impact on her. Yet, here she was, standing in the quiet of her throne room, staring at the vast emptiness that surrounded her.

The palace, with its towering spires and glistening marble, suddenly felt cold and distant. The guards stationed outside, keeping their ever-watchful eyes trained on the kingdom, were little more than silent sentinels—mere shadows in her grand, lonely hall. Lunareth, her kingdom, seemed so far away in that moment, and though it was safe for now, it felt like the distance between her and it was only growing.

Am I just another ruler in a sea of them? Her thoughts swirled in her mind as she turned her gaze to the empty throne. There it was—her seat, her power, her responsibilities. But at that moment, it felt less like the symbol of strength it once was, and more like a reminder of her isolation.

With a deep sigh, she snapped her claws. In an instant, a delicate parchment manifested in the air before her. Her sharp eyes skimmed over the words written in elegant script, her mind already deciding what needed to be done. She placed the note atop the throne, her claws caressing the edges with a sense of finality.

This wasn't the time for royalty. Not today. She needed to step away from it all, to escape from the pressure of a life she didn't feel fully connected to.

Without a second glance at her kingdom, she teleported, her form flickering into nothingness in the blink of an eye. The throne room, once filled with the weight of her presence, was left in silence again. Only the guards, who had been stationed outside their posts, would know that the queen had momentarily slipped away.

But where would she go? Only time would tell.

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The air around Jujutsu High was still, yet filled with an almost electric charge. The calmness of the school grounds seemed deceptive, for inside, everything was in flux. Yuji Itadori, Gojo Satoru, and Megumi Fushiguro had just arrived at Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School—an institution masked behind the facade of a prestigious religious private school. Yet, beneath that surface, it was a training ground for sorcerers. This was the place where Yuji would learn to control the curse inside of him—or, depending on the principal's decision, face the possibility of death.

The school's imposing buildings loomed around them, the stone walls reflecting the seriousness of their task. Yuji, with his typical energy, fidgeted nervously. The weight of his future rested on the meeting with the school's Principal, a figure so powerful that Yuji's life could be decided in the blink of an eye. The curse Sukuna, residing within Yuji's body, was a danger to everyone, and that danger had to be accounted for.

"Satoru," Yuji muttered, glancing at his mentor, "Do you think I'll make it in? I mean, they might just—"

Gojo raised a hand to silence him. "Don't sweat it, kid. You've got potential. But remember, your life's in the hands of the Principal. And trust me, they don't just hand out passes here."

Before Yuji could respond, a ripple passed through the air, distorting the stillness in a way that none of them had anticipated. The world around them seemed to hold its breath, and in an instant, a swirling vortex of energy manifested out of nowhere. It was a blinding whirl of violet and dark magic, spinning and folding as if it had a life of its own.

Yuji flinched, his body instinctively tensing. Megumi's eyes darted to the source of the disturbance, his hands subtly shifting towards his shikigami—ready to react. But it wasn't an attack. No, it was something... something far more intriguing, and far more dangerous.

A low hum filled the air, and from the heart of the portal, a figure stepped forward with the kind of grace that could only be described as otherworldly. The very ground beneath them seemed to hum in reverence, and a strange sense of weightlessness washed over them, as if the universe itself paused to take in her presence.

The figure was unmistakable—Y/N, the queen of dragons. But this time, she wasn't her usual, towering, draconic self. Instead, she stood in human form, her body framed by an ethereal aura that pulsed with the untold power of her true nature. Two jet-black horns spiraled from her forehead, elegant and sharp, curving backward as though they belonged to some mythical beast. Her eyes, glowing a predatory yellow, pierced the air with an intensity that sent a shiver down both boys' spines.

Yuji's breath caught in his throat, his mouth falling open in shock. "You—You came back?" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and awe. The sudden appearance of Y/N was enough to leave him reeling, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something monumental was unfolding before him.

Gojo, ever the composed one, blinked lazily from behind his blindfold. His lips curled into a smile, though it was hard to tell whether he was genuinely surprised or simply entertained by the situation. "Ah, you," he said, his voice laced with an amused edge. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Y/N didn't immediately respond to them. Her eyes swept over the school grounds, her gaze sharp and calculating, as if she were weighing the importance of the space she'd just arrived in. The atmosphere seemed to thicken around her, as though her presence was commanding the very air itself. Her gaze flicked toward Gojo and then down to Yuji. She tilted her head slightly, as if the sight of them both was amusing to her.

"Hey," Y/N said, her voice smooth, calm, and cool, as though speaking to them was the most mundane thing in the world. The air itself seemed to shift, the power emanating from her aura making even the wind hesitate.

Yuji's shock hadn't yet worn off. He gaped at her, unable to form a coherent response. His gaze flickered to Gojo, hoping for some kind of explanation.

Gojo, however, merely let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, this is a turn-up for the books, isn't it? Looks like we've got a little more company than I expected."

Y/N's yellow eyes glimmered, almost predatory in their gaze, yet her expression was more contemplative than menacing. "So," she said, her voice carrying an undercurrent of amusement, "this is where the jujutsu sorcerers are trained, huh? Not exactly what I imagined."

The boys remained still, their bodies still reacting to the powerful aura around her. Despite her casual demeanor, the tension was palpable. Yuji's heart thudded in his chest, and for a moment, he wondered if he had made the right decision coming to this school at all. But Y/N, in her cryptic, almost teasing way, seemed to be completely at ease.

Gojo, never one to shy away from a challenge or a confrontation, crossed his arms over his chest, his usual smile returning. "I'd say it's more than just training here. This school is where things get real. The students? They have to face the curses that plague the world, including the one inside this kid." He nodded at Yuji.

Sukuna, still inhabiting Yuji's body, growled from within. A twisted grin appeared on Yuji's face as Sukuna's mouth appeared on his skin, mocking Gojo's presence.

"How amusing," Sukuna's voice rumbled from the mark on Yuji's skin, a tongue flicking out of the grin. "The mighty Gojo Satoru, trying to play the big man while the real king is still inside this fool." His golden eyes glinted as the mockery of his words echoed.

Gojo didn't flinch, his confidence unwavering. "Sukuna," he said, as if talking to an old acquaintance. "Don't waste your time. You were a king once, sure. But I'm stronger than you now. The world's changed."

Sukuna's face twisted into a snarl, his mouth opening wider as if ready to make some cutting retort, but before he could speak further, the space around them seemed to shimmer once again.

Y/N, standing silently, almost as if waiting for the right moment, glanced back at the two boys. Her lips curled upward just slightly, her gaze never leaving Sukuna's manifested mouth. "Seems like you've been having some fun, huh?" she said softly, her voice like silk, but sharp with power.

With a flick of her wrist, the air around her vibrated with magic. The ground trembled again, but this time it was controlled. Her yellow eyes glinted as her dragonborn power flared, just enough to remind everyone of who was in charge.

Gojo and Yuji both understood in that moment—the queen of dragons wasn't just another powerful figure. She was someone to be reckoned with, someone whose presence alone could shift the tides of any battle.

The atmosphere seemed to hold its breath for a moment, a tension thick in the air as the dragoness—Y/N—gave one last glance at Gojo and the smirking Sukuna, who was still glaring from within Yuji's body. Her presence seemed to saturate the very space around them, the powerful aura she exuded sending a shiver through the two boys. There was a quiet finality to her movement, her every step sure and confident, as though she was used to commanding attention without ever needing to raise her voice.

Without waiting for a response, Y/N stuffed her hand casually into the pocket of her coat, the fabric swishing softly as she did. Her horns, black and elegant, curled slightly as she turned her head toward Yuji. Her yellow eyes, piercing and otherworldly, locked onto him.

"Let's go," she said, her voice soft, but with an undeniable undertone of command. "You've got an interview with the Principal after all."

Yuji blinked, still caught off guard by the sudden shift in dynamics. He'd barely registered the events unfolding in front of him—Sukuna's taunting, Gojo's usual flippant demeanor, and now this dragoness appearing seemingly out of nowhere. He had so many questions, but Y/N's calm, almost indifferent attitude left little room for hesitation. It wasn't a request. It was an instruction, and Yuji—though he might've hesitated—had no choice but to obey.

"Wait—your Highness?" Yuji stammered, still reeling from the fact that she was actually standing right there in front of him.

Y/N didn't look back, her eyes already ahead, focused on the path before them. With a flick of her tail, the air seemed to hum, the power in her movements obvious but not entirely threatening. She was regal, yet nonchalant—like a queen who knew her subjects would follow without question.

"You're not going to get anywhere standing there, are you?" she teased lightly, her voice a rich blend of mockery and command. "We've got things to do. Your interview's not going to happen by itself."

Yuji, still trying to process everything, scrambled to catch up. He couldn't quite wrap his head around the situation—the overwhelming presence of this dragoness, the way she seemed to take everything in stride, even in a world so full of curses and sorcerers.

As they walked, her tail swayed behind her like a whip, the long, dark appendage moving with hypnotic fluidity. Yuji couldn't help but steal a glance at it. It looked both dangerous and graceful, like it could tear through the world if she chose to unleash it.

But for now, it merely followed her every movement, flicking in the air behind her as she led the way. Despite the weight of the situation pressing on him, Yuji found himself following in her wake, not because he felt forced to, but because there was something undeniably magnetic about her—something in the way she carried herself, like she belonged to a world that could break anyone who dared challenge it.

She didn't speak further as they approached the building where the Principal awaited. Her presence seemed to wrap around the whole campus like a blanket, drawing attention without effort. Her steps were measured, her movements fluid, and despite the palpable power radiating from her, she exuded a certain casual confidence. It was clear that this—this world of curses, sorcerers, and politics—was just another aspect of her existence.

"Is it always this intense?" Yuji asked, his voice carrying just the slightest hint of nerves.

"Intense?" Y/N echoed, glancing over her shoulder for the first time, her yellow eyes glowing like twin suns. She smirked, just a little. "Not for me. But for you? Probably."

The two walked in silence after that, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the quiet corridors of Jujutsu High. The tension still hung in the air, and Yuji couldn't help but feel that, no matter how many powerful sorcerers and curses he'd encountered, there was something undeniably different about the woman leading him now. It wasn't just her power—it was the way she seemed to shift the very energy of the room simply by existing.

A moment passed, and as they reached the door to the Principal's office, Y/N stopped, turning to face Yuji. Her eyes softened just slightly, but there was still an undeniable sharpness to her gaze.

"Don't mess this up," she said, her voice steady, yet carrying a warning within it. "Your future here depends on it."

Yuji nodded, swallowing hard. He wasn't used to having someone who could intimidate him so effortlessly, yet something about her steadiness felt like a shield rather than a threat.

"Right," Yuji said with a slight tremor in his voice, "I'll do my best."

With that, Y/N gave a brief nod, then turned to leave him at the door. Her tail flicked again behind her as she stepped back, fading from his immediate view, her presence still hanging in the air like an unseen force.

As the door to the Principal's office loomed before him, Yuji took a deep breath. Whatever came next, he would face it—and now, with the weight of her silent assurance behind him, he wasn't so sure that whatever happened here was beyond his reach.

For now, he was ready to see where his future as a Jujutsu sorcerer would take him.

And maybe—just maybe—what role Y/N would play in that future.

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The air in the Principal's office was thick with tension, a strange mix of curious anticipation and judgment as Yuji stood nervously before Masamichi Yaga. The room was filled with an array of quirky decorations—stuffed animals, puppet heads, and colorful knick-knacks littered the space, a stark contrast to the serious nature of the conversation that was unfolding. Yuji couldn't help but glance around, trying to distract himself from the scrutinizing gaze of the Jujutsu High Principal, who was busy molding a cute puppet from clay as if he had all the time in the world.

"Why do you want to enroll in Jujutsu Tech?" Yaga asked, his voice calm, but the weight of his question hung heavy in the room. His hands moved expertly, fingers twisting and shaping the clay with practiced ease.

Yuji fidgeted, not quite sure how to answer at first. He wanted to impress the man, to show that he could be more than just some kid caught up in this cursed world. But his mind kept returning to the words of his grandfather—the dying wish that had haunted him ever since.

"I... I want to learn jujutsu," Yuji said, his voice quiet but sincere. "I want to protect people. It's something... something I promised to someone who's no longer here."

Yaga didn't respond immediately, continuing to craft the puppet's eyes, all while Yuji stood there, waiting for approval. But instead of the nod of acknowledgment Yuji expected, the Principal's sharp gaze pierced through him like a blade.

"You fail," Yaga said bluntly, his eyes hard. "You're only fighting for someone else's desires, not your own. You're here because of someone else's wishes, not your own heart."

Yuji flinched, the words stinging more than he anticipated. He knew deep down that it wasn't just about fulfilling someone else's dying wish, but the shame gnawed at him, as if his very reason for being here wasn't enough to qualify.

Just as Yuji was about to respond, a quiet movement drew his attention. Y/N had been sitting off to the side on a bench, her posture effortlessly regal, her presence dominating the room even without uttering a word. Her eyes were half-lidded, calm, but there was an air about her that made the room feel smaller, as though she could take up the entire space with a mere flick of her wrist.

She hadn't intervened yet, but Yuji couldn't ignore the way her aura practically crackled with power, unspoken but undeniable.

Gojo, who had been standing near the door, observing the interaction, walked over to Y/N with a smirk on his face. His hands were tucked casually into the pockets of his jacket, and despite his usual cocky attitude, there was a certain level of respect that seemed to seep from him as he approached her.

"You are an astounding woman, you know that, right?" Gojo said, his voice light but laced with genuine admiration.

Y/N turned her head slowly to meet his gaze, a brief flicker of amusement crossing her face. Her sharp fangs peeked out from behind her smile, a silent acknowledgment of her confidence.

"I know," she said simply, her tone playful yet dangerously calm. "And I don't mind. You humans are just easy to surprise."

Yuji blinked at the exchange, momentarily distracted from his conversation with Yaga. But before he could process it, Yaga's eyes narrowed, shifting from Yuji to Y/N as she sat there with such an imposing presence. The Principal's focus sharpened, and he stood up, wiping his hands clean of the clay.

"Who might you be?" Yaga asked, his voice cool and precise. "And why do you want to be here?"

For a moment, Y/N didn't respond. Instead, she simply tilted her head back, revealing her throat. The movement was graceful, almost predatory in its fluidity. A deep scar ran across her skin—a jagged, almost ancient mark that sent a chill through the room. The men—Gojo, Yuji, and even Yaga—shuddered at the sight, whether out of awe, fear, or the sheer weight of what that scar represented. It was the mark of someone who had seen countless battles, lived through horrors far beyond what they could imagine, and survived it all with an unyielding strength.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment, the quiet tension palpable. It wasn't often that a woman—especially one as stunning as Y/N—would casually expose her neck to anyone, let alone in the presence of so many men who were no strangers to violence and danger. But there was something different about her—something ancient, something that made even the strongest of sorcerers pause and reconsider their place in the world.

Y/N's eyes flicked over to Yuji, who was still processing everything that had just happened. Her gaze softened slightly, but there was still a glint of mischief in her eyes. She tilted her head, a single word slipping past her lips.

"Why do you think I'm here?" she asked, her voice quiet but full of weight. The scar on her neck seemed to burn even brighter in the room's dim light, as if it were alive with some unspoken history.

Gojo's lips curled into a grin at her presence, unable to hide his admiration. The atmosphere had shifted once again. Whatever she was, whoever she was, Y/N had just revealed something far deeper than anyone could have expected. And Yuji, standing there with his heart still racing, realized that this woman wasn't just another strange presence in the world of curses and sorcerers—she was something far more formidable than he could have ever anticipated.

"Let's just say," Y/N continued, her gaze never leaving Yaga's calculating eyes, "I'm here to see how you decide to deal with this situation."

Her words were laced with a dangerous promise. A queen, standing amid a room full of powerful men, with nothing more than a scar and a sly smile to show for it.

The air seemed to thicken again, and Yuji couldn't help but feel that this meeting had just become something much more complicated than he could have imagined.

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As Yaga gives his approval for Yuji's enrollment, the atmosphere in the room lightens a little. The tension that had hung thick in the air evaporated as Yaga, with a rare smile, nodded to Gojo. "Take him under your wing, Satoru," Yaga said. "He's in. But remember, it's not just about strength—it's about his resolve. Keep an eye on him."

Gojo gave a lazy salute, the grin never leaving his face. "Leave it to me," he said, his tone carefree. "It's going to be fun having this guy around." He glanced over at Y/n, who had been quietly observing from the corner, her piercing eyes taking in everything. Her presence felt like an untamed force, always a heartbeat away from becoming something powerful.

Yuji, still processing everything, was eager but unsure. He had just been given a second chance at life in this new world of curses and sorcerers, but the weight of it still settled heavily on his shoulders. He glanced at Y/n, unsure if she was going to speak up or if she was content to remain silent.

Y/n, sensing the young man's unease, gave him a small nod of reassurance. She wasn't one for many words, but her presence alone had a way of making people feel seen—understood. She had been through wars, lived through ages of death and destruction, but she had learned that sometimes, just being there was enough. She was curious about Yuji, curious about how he would fit into this strange new world of hers.

As Gojo turned, motioning for them to follow him, Yuji and Y/n fell in step behind him, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the hallway. Gojo led them through the corridors of the school, a mix of modern functionality and ancient, almost sacred energy. The walls were adorned with symbols of jujutsu magic, murals depicting ancient battles, and weapons of old. It was clear this wasn't just a school—it was a temple of sorts, a place where the line between life and death blurred every day.

They reached Yuji's dorm, a modest room that smelled faintly of fresh paint and new beginnings. Gojo swung the door open, gesturing for Yuji to step inside. "This is your new home, kid. Not much, but it'll do. Hope you don't mind sharing it with your curse." He glanced at Y/n, who was still standing in the doorway, observing everything with calm detachment. "Make sure to get some rest tonight, Yuji. Tomorrow's going to be a long day. You ready to start this?"

Yuji looked at the room, his heart racing. "Yeah, I think so," he replied, though his voice wavered slightly. "But... what am I supposed to do? What happens now?"

Y/n, who had been silent for most of the tour, stepped forward. "What happens now," she began, her voice low and steady, "is you prepare yourself. You're not just a student anymore. You're a vessel for Sukuna, and whether you like it or not, that makes you a target. A living, breathing anchor for something dangerous. You'll need to be strong."

Her words hung in the air like a threat, but there was no malice in her tone—only a cold, hard truth. She wasn't trying to scare him, but Yuji had to understand the weight of the situation. He wasn't just a normal student at Jujutsu Tech. He was the container for one of the most dangerous curses to ever exist. The responsibility was enormous, and there was no room for hesitation or weakness.

Gojo clapped Yuji on the back, a little too forcefully. "Don't listen to her," he grinned. "She's just trying to make it sound worse than it is. We'll train you, keep you safe, and you'll find your place in this world. Just don't go dying on me, alright?"

Yuji nodded, his chest tightening with a mix of fear and determination. "I won't die," he said, more to himself than anyone else.

As they exited the dorm, they bumped into Megumi, who had been standing by the door next to his own dorm room. He looked disappointed when he saw Yuji walking out of the building, carrying the weight of his new life on his shoulders. "I can't believe they put you next door," Megumi muttered, his tone flat but with a slight edge of annoyance.

Y/n chuckled softly at the exchange, a small sound, but one filled with a bit of amusement. "What, not happy to have a neighbor?" she teased, her sharp fangs glinting as she spoke. "He's not that bad, is he?"

Megumi glared at her, his expression unreadable. "It's just... unexpected," he muttered. "I didn't think you'd let him live so close. It's going to be noisy."

Gojo smirked, stepping between the two of them. "It's going to be fine, Megumi. Trust me. You'll get used to it. Anyway, tomorrow we head to Morioka Station. We've got another recruit to pick up: Nobara Kugisaki." He paused, then added, "She's from the countryside. Ready to leave everything behind and join the chaos. Should be fun."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Another one, huh?" She turned her gaze to Yuji. "This is your new team, it seems."

Yuji's eyes widened slightly at the mention of a new member, and he felt a surge of curiosity. He had no idea what to expect from this new girl, but the thought of meeting another first-year student seemed to add a sense of excitement to the otherwise overwhelming situation.

"Yeah, another new face," Yuji muttered, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. "I guess we'll see what happens."

Y/n gave him a knowing smile, her eyes flicking to the horizon. "It'll be interesting," she said softly, almost to herself. "You'll all be tested. And some of you may not make it."

Gojo turned toward her, his ever-present grin slipping just a little. "Let's not scare him, alright? He's got enough to think about right now."

Y/n shrugged. "I'm just saying," she replied, her voice low but laced with an unspoken depth. "This world has a way of changing people. You all better be ready for it."

And with that, they continued on, the group now bound by the strange, dangerous fate that awaited them—one where curses and power would intertwine in ways none of them could have predicted.