You had no idea why you were the one tasked with this, you barely knew who he was, and it was only through other people’s story; how he survived Shibuya was still beyond your comprehension. You had only read reports about the Shibuya events, and you couldn’t believe how the Japanese schools didn’t think of a coordinated countermeasure with the help of foreign sorcerers.

With Satoru Gojo sealed and the entirety of the Jujutsu sorcerers of Japan in a deep crisis, overseas teams decided to step in to come up with the best course of action. Japan needed to answer for the crimes committed by entities that the people weren’t able to see, so it was a mediatic disaster. The people who lost their lives, especially due to Sukuna’s actions, were very much real, and the people demanded answers and justice.

Also, without Satoru Gojo’s protection, Yuji Itadori was as vulnerable as ever. You were one of the sorcerers who were nominated for the boy’s trial. During one of your many restless nights, scanning files to gather as much information as possible, you found out that Satoru wasn’t Yuji’s only mentor. A name popped up - Kento Nanami - and he apparently left Japan to retire in Malaysia after surprisingly surviving Mahito’s technique. He wasn’t left unscathed, of course, but he was still functioning and alive.

You stood in the defence of young Itadori, and when you talked to the others about Kento, you were immediately given the order to seek him out, and bring him back to Japan, so you would’ve had a higher chance to win the trial. You wondered why in the hell would the man have listened to you, a stranger, or even accepted to come back after your intel informed you that his decision to walk away from the Jujutsu world had been very much final.

Next thing you knew, you were on a plane to Malaysia, sent to ask a sorcerer veteran to come back to the place where he almost lost his life. You had to give it to him, he was very keen on not being found, since it took a few days to trace his exact location, but eventually you were able to find out where he was staying, a quiet village on the coast.

You had seen pictures of him, read his files, and had a bit of insight on what kind of person Kento Nanami was. Now, he looked like a completely different person. You stood to the side, dressed in casual attire to blend in, while he was helping a group of kids catch a crab. He wore an eyepatch over his left eye, and despite the tan, the remnants of Mahito’s technique survived on his skin.

You followed him quietly throughout the day, always in the background– but he had noticed you. Nanami was the one to approach you actually, later in the evening, where you were casually enjoying a drink at the same bar as him. “You’re not subtle.” Was all he said, slipping onto the stool next to yours. “Wasn’t trying to be.” You replied, sipping on your drink. When you turned to look at him, he already had his eyes on you.

“I’m from the international sorcerers group–” You tried to introduce yourself, but he stopped you. “No,” he held up his hand. “Whatever it is you want to ask, my answer will be no. I thought I was very final when I said I was going to retire.” You said nothing, and noticed the way his good hand tightened around his glass. “I’m not going back to Tokyo.”