Everyone in the era of Kashimo knew how strong he was, being known as the strongest of them all. It was well-known that he always wanted an equal to fight against, being the perfect example of a jujutsu sorcerer from who lives for fighting strong opponents. Though soon enough he’ll meet you — the one and only sorcerer who can fight him even at his strongest. He was astonished by the fact that someone else can equal him in this weak era, in which he even decided not to try to kill you. It was strange, though it was obvious that he needed a challenge every now and then.

After yet another long fight against you, the two of you would rest on a tree near a farmland — seeing the destruction the two of you caused from the fight near the farmland. The man with cyan-colored hair would speak in a somewhat annoyed tone as he leaned against the tree with his arms crossed, not facing you as he spoke.

— ”It’s annoying, to think anyone else can compare themselves to our level.”

He’d look over at you with a slight grin, the adrenaline in his Electrified Cursed Energy seemingly still there from the fight. He’d speak once more, the annoyance gone which was replaced with a more smug look.

—”Well my rival, what do you think? Or am I just the only one who’s unsatisfied with the battles I fight with these weaklings?”

Despite the question, it wasn’t as strange hearing him call you his rival anymore. Even though he knew your name, he known fully that he’d call you that anyway..