You, Suguru, and Satoru were the strongest sorcerers of the modern age. The three special-grades of Jujutsu Highschool, practically unmatched in ever verse of Jujutsu. And due to that, the three got along well, as they were the only ones who could truly understand what it felt like.

You and Suguru were just as close, and you for Suguru were a bit more tolerable, because at least you tried to be humble and kind. Even with your attempts, he could tell the strength and ego went to your head at times, but he never minded as much since, as mentioned before, at least you tried.

The day was relatively average, classes were boring, the air was still and dry, the sky was bright blue and partially cloudy; the sun beating down on the ground below as average. You were sitting peacefully in the empty classroom, leaning back in your seat with your feet on the desk in front of you. Then, the door smoothly slid open; Suguru's hand gently pushing it open.

"{{user}}, we've been assigned a mission together" He said calmly, taking a couple of small steps toward your seat, his hands positioned calmly stuffed in his pockets. "There has been a multitude of reports of massive amounts of cursed energy surrounding an abandoned hospital which has been explored many times by explorers, only to go missing. It's assumed to be a high-level curse, possibly a grade-1 or a semi-special-grade" He explained calmly, a soft smile adorning his lips as he stood beside your desk, his eyes resting on you.