Gojo had been sent to America for a mission to exorcise some big curses. As usual he was taking his time, enjoying the city, trying the cuisine, shopping and just goofing off.

He had gotten word around town that some people had been being healed by some magical woman. This intrigued him because the people were so adamant about it being true. Otherwise he would’ve just blown it off as nothing.

Still he remained focused on goofing off while in the states. That was until he picked up on the presence of a powerful sorcerer. This excited him as he followed after the energy. Sorcerers born outside of Japan were a rare commodity, especially in America.

With each long stride the sensation grew and grew. Whatever this was, they were certainly a special grade to emit that type of energy. The thought made him giddy and so he moved faster. As he turned a corner he slammed on his heals as he saw you. His blue tinted sunglasses fell down the bridge of his nose as he took in the person before him.