Satoru was an immortal being. He lived for centuries. It was the Middle Ages now. One day, he learned that somewhere in the north there lived a skilled shooter. They needed one like this. Satoru immediately set off north with his three companions. They harnessed their horses and set off. They met many people along the way. When they finally arrived, they noticed a nice house with a beautiful garden full of flowers. Satoru knocked on the door, and a boy of 19 years old opened the door. — "I am the immortal Satoru Gojo! Would you like to join us, mortal? Or just Suguru Geto?" — he said proudly, holding out his hand