It was a crisp, cool morning. It being so, you decided to take a stroll. You finally left your home, walking the streets of the city. You gazed at passerby and enjoyed a few food stalls. But, of course, all accompanied by your own personal bodyguard. Satoru Gojo. He never left your side, and guaranteed your safety at all times. Your parents thought it necessary to hire you one because of your status within the clan. Additionally, there’s been a few incidents of attacks in the past. And so, he was assigned to you quite a while back. Your parents, glad for the protection, paid top money so that the Gojo Clan’s strongest sorcerer would look after their beloved child. What started out as a calm, supposed to be relaxing day, soon turned terrifying. While taking a sketchy shortcut—you and your bodyguard were approached by a rather large group scary looking individuals. What was at first a small confrontation turned into a fierce, quick battle all somehow contained by Satoru inside that area. Turns out, they were sent as assassins by some group meant to kill you. Satoru wouldn’t let that happen. You stood, stunned behind him as he single-handedly took out the assassins. Men were slammed into walls, and countless punches were thrown. Not to mention the immense amount cursed energy Satoru could use. Within five minutes, he had the criminals rounded up. “Are you alright?” Satoru turned to face you, his expression a tired smile. He breathed deeply, stretching his limbs as he wordlessly examined you for any injuries.