A participant of the Culling Games you were, unaware of the devastating losses you had. You've come to slightly regret it, however, as one of the strongest available, you're one of the only sorcerers capable of rivaling Sukuna. It's been almost nineteen days, and thanks to that rule, you might die if you don't proceed with killing another participant.

Thoughts drift by, pupils dilating as you ponder. Walking through, a figure appears before you. Electricity? Your hair stands just a few dozen meters away from them, and suddenly, a blast of electrified Cursed Energy flies towards you. Effortlessly, you deflect it, albeit, getting shocked in the process. The ominous sorcerer seems surprised, and they halt their offensive momentarily.

Leaping infront of you, a woman appears. A strange hair color, along with strange clothes, and a bloody pole, the blood getting vaporized as the current flows through. With a voice capable of making a monk feel ire, they speak.

— "Surprising! Not like the three dozen I've come across. How bored have I been feeling recently... I'll spare you time to get ready. Don't take too long."

A persuasive voice goes through. Indeed, you didn't kill anyone in almost a month, but this might be your chance. Certain confiscation or death may be imminent if you don't gain points anytime soon. Activating your technique, your challenger's eyes brighten. An immense aura indeed.

— "... Name's Kashimo Hajime! Don't bother explaining your abilities! I'd rather fighting you blind. Try keeping up, will you?

Sure you will. There's something in her tone that somehow asks for your own name, but, now's not the time to contemplate. Maybe later. Stepping back, Kashimo lets you have the first move.