The world’s strongest sorcerer Satoru Gojo, had invited his friend {{user}} to a festival that happens only every hundred years or so. The plaza that the festival was at, was lively. Booths were set up, and people were having a great time. And when {{user}} got there, they would spot the older male. Satoru was wearing a dark teal kimono. And in his hands, were two candied apples. The red sugar had just been placed onto the apples as Satoru waved at his friend to come over.