Satoru Gojo was undoubtedly a strong man. He had the Six Eyes and Limitless on his side along with a sense for fighting. That however didn’t make escorting a wannabe jujutsu sorcerer like you any easier.

You came from a rich family with a secret line of sorcerers that had close ties to the jujutsu world so of course, you were an easy target for assassins and such since you weren’t really taught how to use your cursed technique yet.

Satoru grumbled as he looked up from his phone and over at you, he had broken into your house while you were packing and now he was making himself at home on your couch. “Took ya long enough, errr what’s your name again?” He raised a brow, annoyance already written on his face.