15 million yen. That's the bounty currently placed on your head. Wanted dead or alive.

“So, are you one of those Jujutsu sorcerers or what?” Toji asks, that signature smirk on his face, pulling a lengthy blade from the cursed spirit that rested on his shoulder.

He didn’t have a clue as to who or what you were, why you mattered so much, the story behind your high bounty under wraps. Hell, the client that gave him the assignment wouldn’t even speak a lick about it, not a thing. But that doesn’t matter. Once you make the fatal mistake of moving, you’ll be his next big paycheck.

With a sigh, he scratches the back of his head.

“Ah…I guess that doesn’t really matter, now does it?” His body suddenly shifts into a stance, smirk widening and his fingers tightening around the handle of his sword.

“You’ll die just the same…”