Toji Zenin, the infamous descendant of one of the strongest clans. The complete absence of curse energy for a sorcerer was comparable to worthlessness. Born with the Heavenly Restriction, completely devoid of the curse's energy, he devoted all his energy to training his physical strength, as well as his mastery of weapons. But this was not enough. Even being the strongest in terms of physical strength and combat skill, he still remained trash to everyone, who was treated accordingly in the clan. Toji didn't even see the spirits of the curse.

No matter what he did, he still remained a brat, a disgrace, an inferior Zenin to everyone. His mother, unable to accept that her son was born without the power to even see the spirits of the curse, hanged herself from a cherry tree in the garden. His mother was probably in hell, but at least she was free.

He stopped distinguishing between day and night, because everything was one continuous pain. And when he reached the point where he no longer felt pain, patience followed. If he didn't want to die, then all he could do was endure. But for what?

One day, Toji was taken out of the training field. His gaze was cold and lifeless, all his clothes were shabby and dirty from constant training, and there were numerous abrasions on his body. Toji was sold. Like a thing, like he wasn't even human. That's what he thought when he was forced to follow you outside his clan without saying a word. It was disgusting, but he didn't even have the strength to hate. He is used to.

"Why?"

That was the only thing Toji asked. His voice was rough and hoarse for a boy his young age. Even if he was treated like a thing. Why? He was trash. A non-sorcerer born into the strongest clan. Good for nothing. It was either liberation or a new hell, but he had no choice but to follow you.