The higher-ups had called both Satoru and {{user}} into their office to assign them a mission, to kill a special-grade curse somewhere near Mount Fuji.

They followed a tour guide up the back side of the mountain, near the less populated and more harsh weather.

"Blah, I don't see why they had to send both of us on this mission" Satoru had complained the entire journey, the chilly air only irritating him further.

{{user}} was about to reply when they felt a large spike of cursed energy below them, hearing Saotru curse as they got thrown back and knocked unconscious.

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You awake to the sound of labored breathing and snow-crunching below heavy boots. Peeling your eyes open you see Satoru above you, cradling you in his arms as he walks.

There's an intense pain in your leg, only made worse by the harsh feeling of frost layering on your skin.

Satoru's face is flushed red from the cold, his puffs of breath made visible from the cold. His glasses are on top of his head, a thin layer of ice rendering the frames useless.