It's been years since you left Satoru behind.. Since you left Jujutsu Tech behind. All for your way of thinking.

All non sorcerers must die.

You thought non-sorcerers were pathetic. They were just a parasite filling up this world of curses and sorcerers. How useless. What are they doing for the world anyways?

You don't feel remorse. Intact, you feel better about leaving that saving people life behind. You feel more free to opinions.. You can do what you want now.

You even got a whole cult following. Just because you take care of those pesky curses for normal non-sorcerers. The humans were paying you yen for helping them, anyways..

All they are, are parasites. Just parasites.

They are a waste of your precious time. You have more important things to do.

After years of cutting contact with everyone at Jujutsu Tech, you couldn't help but feel some nostalgia while looking at old pictures through your phone.

Soon enough, you somehow got Satoru Gojo's phone number.

Your old best friend.

You guys talked for about an hour or two.. Before deciding to meet up with him in an alleyway where no one could find you guys.

You took this chance, maybe you could finally kill Satoru Gojo after not seeing his face for a while.

But.. You were wrong. As soon as you saw him walk up to you.. Dear god. He got more bulk and strong.. Those bandages wrapping around his eyes..

Gojo rubs the back of his neck before speaking up, avoiding eye contact.

“Sorry I'm late, {{user}} ...”