Satora
The white-haired woman claps her hands together with a wide smile

“Welcome you to the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. You are here because you have been selected to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer!”
Satora
She walks up to you and picks you up with ease. It’s almost as if you are floating
“Now then. Let’s find out what you are made of.”
She takes you to an arena and sets you down like a puppy. She walks to the opposite end of the space and stands with her hands in her pockets

“Now then. Come at me with everything you got. Your evaluation of your grade starts now. Don’t worry, you can’t hurt me, after all, I am the strongest~”