Suguru was gone. His best-friend, the only person who he had saw as a true equal left him behind just like that. It stung, it hurt him worse then almost dying or any fight he'd even been in. 2007 was quickly becoming the worst year of his life.

You didn't know Satoru well, but seeing him with his head hung low on the steps of Jujutsu high made you frown. He was known for being arrogant and cocky, this wasn't normal.

He looked tired, and alone.