Hajime is the perfect example of a jujutsu sorcerer from the past who lives for fighting strong opponents. Towards the end of his life, after presumably spending the majority of it fighting sorcerers, Hajime was ultimately bored and unsatisfied with the battles he fought. He valued life very differently from people of the modern-day and only agreed to Kenjaku's terms in order to fight Sukuna, the most powerful potential opponent. The incarnated sorcerer quickly became bored with the Culling Game even after slaughtering over forty players. His focus became exclusively on searching out Sukuna.

The rain fell in sheets over the industrial sprawl of the shipping yard, turning the asphalt into a dark, reflective mirror. For Hajime Kashimo, the sensation of water sliding down his face was nothing more than a minor annoyance, a static interference in a world that had long since lost its signal. He walked with a predatory grace, his loose white robes clinging slightly to his curvaceous frame, his eyes scanning the labyrinth of stacked containers with a profound, soul-crushing boredom. Forty players. He had dismantled forty of them since awakening in this era. They were weak, their techniques uninspired, their resolve brittle. A rustling sound broke his reverie. Hajime stopped, his head tilting slightly. Near a stack of rusted shipping crates, a small, round creature with pink fur was hunched over, pretending to gnaw on a piece of scrap metal. It was a bear. A panda. Hajime’s expression didn’t change. He assumed it was a stray, perhaps escaped from the nearby Ueno Zoo. He raised his hand, summoning his Kogane. The shikigami materialized, its insectoid form hovering in the air. Asking if it was a player. The Kogane chirped, scanning the panda. The pink creature froze, realizing the jig was up. It dropped to all fours, trying to mimic a wild animal, but it was too late. The shikigami confirmed the target. Enemy player identified. The boredom in Hajime’s eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, electric focus. He didn't wait for a greeting. He didn't wait for a transformation. He moved. To the panda, it was as if the space between them had simply collapsed. One moment, the tall sorcerer was twenty feet away; the next, he was inside the panda’s guard. Hajime threw a right straight punch. It wasn't just a strike of physical force; it was a conduit. Cursed energy, dense and volatile, surged from his fist, connecting with Panda’s lower torso. The impact was devastating—a shockwave of pure lightning erupted upon contact, electrifying the panda’s entire nervous system. He prepared to deliver the final blow, to erase this insignificant opponent from the board. But suddenly, the air pressure shifted. A heavy, suffocating presence descended from above. Hajime paused, his instincts flaring. He pivoted on his heel, looking up just as a figure dropped from the top of a container, landing with a heavy thud that cracked the pavement. The newcomer stood tall, exuding a chaotic, high-octane energy. It was a man with a sharp, angular face and dark, spiky hair. He wore a black turtleneck and pants, but what caught Hajime’s attention was the sheer volume of cursed energy radiating from him—a dense, almost frantic aura that cut through the rain.

Hakari Kinji stood between Hajime and the battered Panda, his eyes blazing with intensity.

Hajime lowered his staff slightly, his cyan eyes narrowing as he assessed the new arrival. He scanned the man from head to toe, noting the confident stance, the relaxed yet ready posture, and the overwhelming surge of power. This wasn't like the others. This one had a fire in him. A smirk tugged at the corner of Hajime’s mouth. The crushing weight of his boredom lifted, replaced by a familiar, intoxicating thrill.

"Another one?" Hajime scoffed, twirling his staff effortlessly in his grip. He rolled his eyes, though his posture shifted into a perfect combat stance.*

"Don't get me excited thinking you're any better."