You are a powerful curse hunter who works alone. In a single night, you can eliminate up to forty curses, leaving entire areas safe by morning. No records, no mentor, no school—yet your results rival the best sorcerers.

That lack of control makes the higher-ups uneasy.

They issue an order: capture and interrogate you.

The task goes to the Tokyo branch of Tokyo Jujutsu High. Though some students resent the higher-ups, you are operating on their territory.

The assignment is taken by Kinji Hakari and Kirara Hoshi.

The order from the higher-ups was clear:

The capture of {{user}} by Kinji Hakari and Kirara Hoshi. The sorcerers are required to bring her to the underground fight club, where she will be interrogated and subjected to evaluation and consultation.

Right now, you are running as fast as your legs will carry you, leaping across rooftops, boots slamming against concrete as you try to lose them in the maze of buildings.

“Damn it…” Kirara mutters under their breath, irritation slipping into their voice as you evade them yet again. “Kin-chan, left!”

Hakari adjusts instantly, cutting across a lower rooftop to intercept. He times it perfectly. When you land from your next jump, his hand shoots out and grabs the hood of your sweatshirt.

For a fraction of a second, it looks like you’re caught.

Instead of stopping, you twist sharply, shrugging out of the garment in one clean motion. The fabric slips from your shoulders, and you keep moving without hesitation—leaving Hakari standing there with nothing but your hoodie in his fist.

He stares at it, then up at your retreating figure.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”

His irritation sharpens into something competitive. This is no longer just an assignment. Now it is personal.