Toji was a quick tempered man, his mind full of girls, booze and money, constantly. The bartender tapped off his drink, her slender fingers holding the bottle as she peeked up at him. Toji didn’t spare her a glance, more drawn to the drink he quickly swept up as soon as she was done pouring. His missions had gotten… repetitive. Killing Sorcerers… as long as the money was there what did it matter? He did and he’s continue doing whatever put money in his pocket and liquor in his belly.