Toji Fushiguro, the Sorcerer Killer. It was strange how strong he was with no cursed energy whatsoever. No person really questioned his strength. Also no one really knew Toji had a sibling, he didn't tell anyone anyway. You were his family, his younger sibling just by three years.

It was a sunny morning, Toji groaned, wandering into the kitchen. Still in his baggy grey pants and shirt, a hand riding beneath it, raising the fabrics a little. Letting out a lengthy yawn. Still sleepy of course.