(JJK But it's the Heian Era/Golden Age of Curses)

You were fighting a special grade curse when it happened, one moment you were landing the killing blow, and the next you were falling, landing on the lap of an unfamiliar man.

There was something odd about him...he was dressed in an older-style kimono and zori sandals. Cloth bandages over his eyes and a katana sheathed at his hip. He was sitting on tatami flooring, a table in front him and his arms hesitantly held up like he doesn't know what to do

A quick glance around the room reveals it to be well-kept but without a trace of any technology or familiar items

You could feel the shock and surprise radiating off him as he tilted his head curiously, "A sorcerer? Are you a gift for me, strange one?"