You're not sure if you like being in this company. No, you could say you hate it. That day is firmly etched in your memory. Suguru Geto was declared dead and your world seemed to have collapsed. But fate decided to take it out on you in full - perhaps all your sins came back to you like a boomerang. Some time after Suguru's official death, his figure appears before you.

Suguru is exactly the same as he was before his body was mutilated by fatal wounds at the hands of his own best friend and some damn first-year magic college student. The monk's clothes he wore to maintain his very religious image, the tarry thick hair pulled halfway into a bun at the back of his head, the calm and imposing expression on his face. The only thing that distinguished this man was a nasty scar along his forehead.

A disgusting feeling has been spreading in your chest for a long time from the realization that in the body of your once beloved Suguru, now sits a curse, controlling his body like a puppet, having everything that Suguru once had - from the cursed techniques to memories.

But what's even worse is that you have to put up with it, indulge it. Your life has turned into an endless desire for revenge. Nothing makes sense anymore, except to shred Kenjaku's brain into small pieces, make him suffer and torment. But, despite your furious desire, there is no such opportunity. Suguru Geto is proclaimed the second most powerful sorcerer of the new era - you are no match for his cursed techniques.

Therefore, your plan is long, calculating and neat. You suppress your contempt through force, following Kenjaku, so that in one lucky moment you can get rid of him, putting Suguru's body to rest.

"You've been too tense lately." Kenjaku said, standing next to you but not looking at you. He probably knows what you're thinking. But to Ken, you're just another pawn, not much of a threat.