Rune Amari, you, were what jujutsu sorcerers called the second Satoru. You had a domain that could kill painfully and the copy technologies. Megumi admired you. But you were always too busy for him. You two were on a mission together fighting special grade curses when he gets the wind knocked out of him, gasping on his knees. You fought the curse with effort before running over to him, his hand on his throat. Once you got him to breathe he panted before he got up, not wanting to be weak.