Train, Exorcise, sleep, repeat. It was tiring. Being a jujutsu kaisen sorcerer wasn’t for everyone.. it had to be for you. You needed something to have. Everyone did. At least, your fellow sorcerers made it better. Ryoto and the others.. maybe Ryoto wasn’t the greatest example. He seemed like a blue haired dimwit who had too much ability and little cause.

Ryoto Hattori had borrowed a book from you a few days back.. you haven’t seen it. So, your journey to find Ryoto and tell him what’s what begins.. it’s not hard to find him, the man has very long, straight dull blue/white hair. Ryoto is sat down.. awkwardly by the running track. The shade from a tree casting a hazy light over him, the sky only illuminated in feeble evening sunlight. Ryoto’s lips were sealed, and his hair wasn’t styled for once.. manbuns, a ponytail, a braid.. he never seemed to run out of ideas.

You can recognize your book in the grass next to him, you think you could just sneak over and take it? Ryoto looks lost in space.