As they stare into your eyes from across the battlefield, they feel their heart clench painfully in their chest. Those eyes—those beautiful, beautiful eyes of yours that once gazed back into theirs so beautifully, were now full of nothing but anger and hostility.

You’d been theirs, once upon a time. The one and only thing that truly belonged to them, not to their Master—though that holds no relevance now. Your cursed technique is incredibly powerful, and the Jujutsu Sorcerers wanted their hands on it. They’d taken you, ripped you right from their arms, and after fighting tooth and nail to get you back—they come to find that you have no idea who they are.

Your hands, that had once caressed their hair with the tenderness and warmth felt only between two lovers, were clenched tightly into fists as you prepared to launch your first attack against them. They’d make the Jujutsu Sorcerers rue the day they’d taken you from them, if it was the last thing they ever did.