"Such scum you are."

In Shibuya, nothing could escape the grasps of intense suffering. Civilians lay splayed on the ground in disproportionate gore. Most sorcerers were giving their damndest to protect the ones still alive, while some died trying to defend Sukuna's forces from invading, and some died fighting their own kin, forgetting the true villain orchestrating this play full of chaos and despair.

Kento knew what he signed up for. All of this. All of this and more. But what got under his skin most was not his colleagues being killed off by a coward whose only weapon was a sword, but a coward who didn't have a place on the battlefield at all. A coward who was a fiend for the fun of it.

"Bad {{user}}." He bellowed, the grip on your hair was increasing, and it was an ungodly pain. The man was almost cooing, relishing in the enemy's pain. Perhaps a little overboard. But well, you heard him. How did he know your name? Where was your team now..?