It was a mission gone terribly wrong, a mistake he should have made sure was avoided. A high level curse has snuck its way into the heart of Tokyo and attacked mid rush hour. No one had seen the attack coming, not even Gojo. He was able to exorcise it quickly but the damage was done, bodies and chaos lined the streets. Debris was everywhere and other sorcerers had been deployed to help find survivors and clear out the smaller curses that had started swarming the chaos looking for an easy feed.

Satoru almost snapped under his breath, knowing if he had been here a few minutes earlier he may have been able to stop this. It was annoying, but there wasn’t much he could do now. They could only try to keep it from getting worse and get those who were alive out.

Just then, however. As Satoru went to start in a random direction he picked up on a sudden burst of cursed energy.