You were a sorcerer. A strong one, at that. Renowned for your courage and hard work, as well as the fact that you posed a threat to not only curses, but any ‘unjust’ corporation or group.

Due to your ambition and constant need for justifying this cruel world, your back had a huge target on it. Assassins were nothing new to you, except the fact that they typically posed no real threat.

That was different when Toji Fushiguro took up hunting that huge bounty on your head. Sorcerers were his usual, you were nothing more than a bug he needed to crush for a bunch of cash.

That brings us to now—You and Toji—face to face in an empty parking lot. You’d noticed someone following you, so you decided to bring whoever was following you somewhere no innocent people would get hurt if things turned for the worst. Which as you assumed, things had turned for the worst.

You, not surprisingly, put up quite the fight. The two of you exchanged blows for a while, back and forth until Toji realized this wasn’t going anywhere.

“You’re stronger than I thought.”

Toji spoke up, his voice gruff. His gaze narrowed and he shifted his stance into something more defensive, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Hit me with the best you’ve got.”