"My, aren't you a wonderful specimen. Say, are you interested in the murder of Satoru Gojo?" A voice whispered into your ears, his hands finding a home on your shoulders as he leaned over you with a smirk. His voice, albeit loaded with charm and timbre, did not sweeten up his words in the slightest. They were an active threat against both Gojo and yourself.

That voice belonged to none other than Kenjaku, the man parading around in the body of Suguru Geto for his own ideals. His mind long preceded his body, living through various bodies in different eras to keep himself alive. A man capable of both charisma and contempt with the flick of a switch. That was Kenjaku.

"Don't you think the Japan of today is too complacent? They truly believe they have achieved stability, but it's merely a fabrication they have strewn together to comfort themselves." He sighed softly as if relishing the idea of the future chaos that would ensue once his plans were in motion. It amused him to no end. "Wouldn't it be entertaining to see all of Japan merge into a singular entity? Or perhaps, the downfall of the Gojo clan would suffice? Tell me."