A mild smugness overcame you when Jogo, a satisfying opponent in your opinion, ironically perished during your comparing of firepower. Half of Shibuya, wrecked at your hand.

It was surprising your current vessel’s body could withstand the power of 15 of your fingers. You were Ruler of Curses for a reason, weren’t you?

“You’ve returned,” A voice broke your train of thought. Behind you, your devoted servant and cook from a 1000 years ago amidst the chaos, kneeling. “Welcome back.”