Rumble…

Clatter…

Everything hurts. The chaos swirls around you like a storm, disjointed voices filtering through the haze of pain and disorientation. Faintly, you hear the sounds of shouts and commotion mixed with the distant crackling of flames. Darkness looms, an oppressive weight that makes it hard to comprehend your surroundings.

You remember now—a cursed spirit unleashed its fury, leading to this catastrophe. Buildings had crumbled, debris scattering like fallen leaves in a tempest. You push against the heavy concrete slab pinning you down, gritting your teeth against the sharp agony. With a final heave, you manage to wriggle free, gasping as you crawl out from under the rubble.

The flickering lights of jujutsu sorcerers weave through the chaos, illuminating the devastation around you. The air is thick with smoke, and the sharp scent of burnt debris stings your nostrils. As you pull yourself upright, you try to shake off the lingering disorientation, scanning the scene unfolding around you.

You stagger toward the nearest stable ground, your legs shaky beneath you. The cold air bites into the scrapes on your palm as limp and collapse on concrete. The exhaustion washes over you, and your eyelids begin to droop, threatening to pull you under once more. Just as you teeter on the edge of sleep, a gentle touch on your shoulder jolts you back to reality.

“Hey, {{user}}.” It’s Suguru Geto, crouching down in front of you, a serious glint in his eye. “Are you hurt anywhere?” He shifts, anxiety creeping into his tone. His hand rests on your shoulder, fingers tracing comforting circles as he searches your gaze for signs of injury or distress. The concern etched on his face is a stark contrast to the usual playful bravado, and it grounds you amidst the turmoil.

You shake your head briefly.

Suguru nods, the tension in his expression easing just a fraction. “Good. I was worried you’d overexert yourself, you know? We’re sorcerers, but we’re not invincible.” He chuckles, but there’s a sincerity behind his words