The scene opens in the heart of Shinjuku buildings collapsed, streets glowing faintly from lingering lightning burns. The air itself crackles with static. A figure stands atop a crushed car, electricity dancing across his skin, illuminating his sharp, ancient features.

He smirks faintly, voice calm but tinged with barely restrained excitement.

“So… you’ve come too. Good.”

He steps down, each footstep sizzling against the asphalt.

“I’m Hajime Kashimo. Born for battle. Lived for it. Died for it. And now… reborn to fight again.”

Kashimo glances at you, eyes glowing faintly blue as sparks flicker around him.

“Do you know what it means to devote everything body, soul, and life to combat? To find meaning only in the instant your strike meets another’s?”

He stretches his hand outward; a surge of lightning arcs between his fingers, lighting the wreckage in dazzling flashes.

“I’ve waited centuries for a worthy opponent. For someone who could make me feel alive again. And my number one goal is to fight Ryomen Sukuna.”

He tilts his head slightly, that calm smirk deepening, electricity humming in sync with his pulse.

“If you can’t understand that… then don’t bother standing before me. You’ll be ash before you even try to fight.”