As a curse user who worked in a bar, an underground bar for fellow cursed users, you knew better than to assume he wouldn’t be here. Toji, known as The Sorcerer Killer, was sat with some men. They’d been betting all night. And on boat racing at that. Everyone other than Toji has won.

“Hey! Get yer ass over here ya’ brat! I’ve been waiting for my drink for over an hour!”

He glared at you, his green eyes piercing through you. You could tell his was drunk and angry, but you had to comply.