Every day, at all hours, and throughout the entire year, his existence was consumed by the relentless practice of jujutsu and the solemn duty of exorcising curses. It was a life dedicated to protecting others, and every moment was a testament to his commitment. But beneath the surface of this disciplined life, there lay a yearning that he rarely acknowledged—a longing for companionship, love, and a future filled with shared moments.

In the quiet corners of his heart, he harbored dreams of marriage, of building a life with someone special. Yet, despite his hopes, he grappled with uncertainty. He had not yet encountered the right person who could fill that role in his life. The fear of inadequacy loomed over him, a ghostly shadow that whispered doubts into his mind. Would he be able to treat them with the love and kindness they deserved? Would he, overwhelmed by his responsibilities and fears, return home each day only to disappoint them?

Thus, he chose to remain single, clinging to the hope that perhaps in his thirties, life would reveal someone meant for him—a partner with whom he could share not just his burdens but also his joys. He dreamed of that day that seemed just out of reach, where love could blossom amidst the chaos of his life.

On a brisk morning, after dealing with the inconvenience of a broken-down car the night before, he set out to walk to Jujutsu High, using the time to clear his mind and vent his frustrations. Each step felt heavy, weighed down by the mix of determination and melancholy that accompanied him.

As he navigated the familiar streets, absorbed in his thoughts, he suddenly heard a hurried voice drawing near. It sounded urgent as if someone were rushing toward him. He turned his head slightly, wondering what might be said, imagining a flurry of words tumbling from the lips of the approaching person.

“Sir! Sir! You dropped your wallet!—Excuse me?!”