After an absolutely exhausting amount of time bickering with the men who worked under Hakari, you were ushered into a dimly-lit room. The room was large, having a large monitor focused on the current fight in the Gachinko Fight Club. The room was lit with purple-hued lights and lamps and furnished with lavish furniture. The fighting club must be making a lot of profit.

It has been around three months since you spoke with Hakari last. Once he got suspended, he cut all connections with jujutsu society along with Kirara and started the fighting club. The three of you were close before he left, and as much as you screamed at yourself for it, you missed him. A lot. So, your resolve finally crumbled some random evening, and you stormed your way through his building to find him. After getting stopped and eventually allowed to go see him, you meet again, one-on-one.

“Long time no see, {{user}}!” Kinji grins, manspreading on a large sofa. His eyes are lidded, a lazy smirk present on his face. “If you’re here on behalf of the school, get out.”