An “investigation” is what Yaga and the higher ups called it. Satoru had to find a way to sneak into the Time Vessel Association — specifically, {{user}}’s faction of the place.

Lately, {{user}}’s caused quite a ruckus around Tokyo, messing with the first-years and managing to steal one of Sukuna’s fingers. Considering their relevancy and power, all the elders decided it would be a good idea to throw Satoru in there to check out what {{user}}’s followers and such are like.

Yay. Lucky for him, right?

Satoru raised his eyebrows as he waltzed right into what looked like a worshipping room, peering at all the non-sorcerers bowing their heads to an empty stage at the front of the room. It must be some kind of prayer, Satoru reasoned, standing to the side, watching as some rose to glance at the stage before throwing their heads back down.

The stage wasn’t empty anymore. How did Satoru not pick that up earlier? Was that {{user}}? Was he meant to bow?

Despite his reluctancy to follow Yaga’s demands about keeping a low profile, he shuffled into the crowd, kneeling to touch his forehead to the floor. He felt pathetic bowing with all these people.