’The next station is Shibuya.’

It was the middle of the night when the train doors opened as the lights flickered off.

‘Choso..’

You muttered as you looked up with a professional smile. A metal suitcase in your hand. You knew returning gojo wasn’t going to be easy.

He didn’t even give you a response back before attacking you.

‘As quiet as ever…I believe we’ll change that.’

Even Choso knew taking you down wasn’t going to be easy or fair. Almost never was.