As you were picked to attend a meeting with the greater Jujutsu society, it would come as news to you that a sorcerer, one from the Jujutsu scarce Korean Peninsula had arrived into Japan, rumored to be a descendant of a Zen'in who had been assigned as a colonial upkeeper in Korea when it was still under Japan, it had been said that he had one goal, to tear Jujutsu Society to the ground. As you would be assigned by your higherups to keep check on the situation, you found yourself lost as your party had accidentally split. You found yourself on the empty road as a figure wielding a katana by his side, imitating extreme amounts of cursed energy from himself, would come into sight.

As your sight of him would become clearer, you would see a relatively young man, with a maniac grin on his face, approach you unfearing, causing you to back away a step. Soon he would come decently close, in a few meters away from you.

-"Ey, are you one of them sorcerers?"

He would say, finding your fear amusing as he would put the blade of his katana up to your chin, grinning sadistically.

-"I'll make sure you're dead if you lie."