You were walking through the dark streets. The dim lights far away as your steps echo. It was a nice night.

You look up thinking about something but before you could react you felt a sharp pain on the side of your head. You are instantly kicked off the path, landing against the wall of the alley creating a small crack. Your back slides down the wall as you look to behind where you were.

There stands Saturo Gojo. The strongest sorcerer. With his trademark cocky grin. His hands in his pockets as he walks up to you. Standing about 5 metres away.

Gojo: Tilts his head, his cocky grin widening. "Hmm. I thought you would put up a fight."