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While the "Wudang Wang" greeting was still trending globally, the focus of the Jujutsu Kaisen prequel movie shifted into a much darker, more pressurized gear.
The screen cut to a high-rise office building. A man in a sharp, expensive suit stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at a figure lounging on a sofa in the shadows.
"The Star Religious Group has no jujutsu ability of their own, but they are incredibly generous with their funding. I can guarantee the payout... What do you think? Can you assassinate the Star Plasma Body?"
The figure in the shadows leaned forward. It was Andrew Stone, playing Toji Fushiguro. He was dressed in a tight black T-shirt that clung to his dense, corded muscles, looking like a predator that had just been offered a feast.
Toji offered a cold, unsettling smile. "I'm no longer a mber of the Zen'in family. I married into my wife's family, so now my surna is Fushiguro. Use it."
"Alright," Toji continued, his voice like gravel grinding on silk. "I accept the contract."
The mont Andrew Stone appeared on the massive AMC screen, a wave of goosebumps rippled through the audience.
Andrew was a martial arts veteran who had made a career out of playing the "Ruthless Enforcer." For Arican audiences seeing him as Toji felt like a "born saint body" casting. He didn't look like a man acting; he looked like a man who was genuinely considering whether to kill everyone in the room.
[OH MY GOD. Andrew Stone is terrifying!]
[He looks like he could eat Gojo Satoru for breakfast without even using magic.]
[The 'Sorcerer Killer' na is so earned. You can feel the weight of his kills through the screen!]
A mont later, the narrative shifted back to the Academy. Robert Sterling's Suguru Geto had just finished dismantling a group of Group Q assassins. Only one remained, pinned against a wall, his voice shaking with a desperate bravado.
"Our leader, Mr. Bayer, is coming! He's the strongest fighter in the organization! You and your friend are-"
Ding-ding-ding!
Geto's phone buzzed. He casually held the screen up to the man's face. The audience roared with laughter as the image was revealed: a high-definition selfie of Leo Vance's Gojo Satoru.
In the photo, Gojo was making a flashy V-sign with both hands, a bright, bratty grin on his face. In the background, tied to a lamp post and looking like a human punching bag, was the "legendary" Mr. Bayer.
"It's him, no doubt..." the assassin whispered, his spirit breaking.
"Hahaha!" Lydia Chase couldn't help but laugh out loud in the VIP row. "That contrast is gold! Gojo-sensei is such a troll, even when he's seventeen!"
Sienna Knight nodded enthusiastically beside her. "Leo Vance is so charming in this role. He's cute, flamboyant, and incredibly powerful, literally my ideal type!"
Hearing this, Robert Sterling turned his head from the screen, mock-offended. "No, wait... did you two even look at ? I saved the girl and looked cool doing it! Where is the Geto-simp energy?"
Lydia Chase patted his arm patronizingly. "You were great, Robert. Truly. But Leo just took a selfie with a corpse-to-be. You can't beat that."
On the other side of the plot, Toji Fushiguro was shown on a gambling ship, staring blankly at a racing form.
"I'm counting on you, Jujutsu Killer!" his handler said, turning to leave. He paused, looking back. "By the way... how is gumi doing?"
Toji was stunned. He tilted his head, a look of genuine confusion on his rugged face. "gumi? Who the hell are you talking about?"
The audience in the Hollywood theater gasped. They had felt the surna Fushiguro sounded familiar when Toji first introduced himself, but hearing the na "gumi" confird the link.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! I sll a deadbeat dad storyline!"
Elena Smith, who had been watching in silent professional appreciation, finally spoke up. Her tone was excited, like a gossip columnist who had just found a scoop. Despite her age, her skin was luminous, her features possessing an unrivaled splendor that made the junior actresses feel a bit inadequate.
"Elena, I'm calling it now, Steven Grant's gumi is Toji's son!" Garrett Miller chid in. "Robert, tell us! Is it true?"
Robert Sterling offered a small, mysterious smile but remained silent. He enjoyed seeing the veterans, people who usually looked down on "popcorn movies" getting so invested in Leo's world.
The movie continued, showing Gojo holding the unconscious Riko (Ava) in a princess carry inside a luxury hotel suite. The shot was aesthetic and undeniably romantic.
When Riko finally blinked her eyes open and saw the silver-haired stranger holding her, she didn't blush. She didn't faint. She imdiately delivered a resounding slap to Gojo's face.
"Despicable scoundrel! How dare you kidnap this maiden!"
Riko perford a spinning jump out of his arms, assuming a clumsy but determined fighting stance.
The female fans in the theater were furious.
[HEY! That was Instructor Gojo's embrace! Why would you waste it?!]
[I'm taking a plane to the set right now just to take her place. Step aside, kid!]
"Riko, calm down!" Geto said, stepping in with a polite smile. "We aren't the ones who attacked you. We're your guards."
Riko looked at Robert's character, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Stop lying! You have the face of a professional con-man! And your bangs... your bangs are weird! Nobody has hair like that unless they're hiding sothing!"
Robert's Geto froze, his polite smile twitching. The audience howled. Between the "Vomit-Soaked Rag" line and now being called a "weird-haired con-man," Suguru Geto was getting roasted in his own prequel.
As the mission progressed, the trio spent ti at a resort swimming pool.
"You're being too soft on her," Gojo muttered, watching Riko splash in the water.
"Let it go, Satoru," Geto advised, his gaze distant. "Once the assimilation happens, she becos the foundation of the barrier for Master Tengen. She'll never see her friends or family again. She'll cease to exist as an individual. Letting her have these last few days of freedom... it's the only kindness we can offer."
The audience felt a chill. The weight of Geto's words painted a tragic picture of the Sorcerer world, a world where a teenage girl's life was considered a "disposable resource." For a mont, Geto seed like the moral anchor of the group.
While Riko was back at school, biding her ti, Toji Fushiguro was seen leaning against a tree near the campus gates. He was a shadow in the sunlight, thodical and patient.
Inside the school's music room, Gojo Satoru pushed open the door to find Riko singing with her classmates.
"Wow! Riko! Who is this?!" the female students shrieked, their eyes nearly turning into hearts as they saw the tall, handso man in sunglasses.
"Is he a student? He's so tall!" "He looks like a model!" "Big brother, please! Take off the sunglasses! We want to see your eyes!"
Leo Vance, fully leaning into Gojo's "Flamboyant Prince" energy, obliged. He reached up with an agonizingly slow, rhythmic motion and pulled the sunglasses down.
He struck a series of high-fashion poses, his white hair glowing under the fluorescent lights, radiating an undeniable charisma. He was being a total show-off, and he knew it.
The audience in the theater laughed and squealed simultaneously.
"Hahaha! Look at him! He's literally acting as his own fan-service!" a viewer shouted.
"I'm genuinely envious of those extras," another fan muttered. "Director Leo! Call for the next shoot! I'll pay you $200 just to be the girl in the background who faints!"
The "Gojo Fever" had reached its boiling point. But in the shadows of the campus, the Sorcerer Killer was finally ready to move. The sumr sky was blue, but the storm was about to break.
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