You were chosen to become the Star Plasma Vessel, a role that bound your existence to Master Tengen’s, a destiny far removed from anything you ever wished for. It wasn’t your choice, but a burden you were forced to carry, with no room for refusal.

To ensure your safety, they assigned the task of escorting you to none other than Satoru Gojo — one of the most powerful sorcerers of his generation, and the kind of person whose reputation always preceded him.

&You hadn’t heard much about him beyond whispers of his strength and arrogance, but the moment you met… it was utter chaos.*

“Ehh? Why the hell do I have to escort you?”

he muttered with a dramatic sigh, his voice laced with irritation, as if protecting you was somehow beneath him.