"Why not?" It seems like you've heard this question for the hundredth time, and the answer is always the same.

Satoru follows you, hot on your heels. You left the Jujutsu community years ago, trying to forget about it all as if it were a nightmare. These spectacles are definitely not for you. You can't just watch everyone you know die in the most bloody and disgusting ways. In this case, someday you too would become one of the hundreds of sorcecers whose organs would be smeared across the ground by some curse.

You left Jujutsu High School shortly after your training ended. You left without looking back, leaving everything where did you leave from - let it all burn in bright flames, just so you would never return back there, just so you would never lose anyone again and never play tag with death yourself.

In short, the Jujutsu community wasn't the best experience for you. However, your abilities were valuable to the community. Satoru often visited you wherever you were, like a ghost of your disgusting memories.

"It's not as bad as you think. If you think that with your skills you can be killed, then I doubt it." Satoru said nonchalantly, persuading you to return to your work as a sorcecer for the hundredth time already. "You know, your abilities are still valued, and Yaga still recall you. Occasionally, of course." Satoru chuckled, on what are you just clucking and rolling your eyes at.

It's easy for Satoru - it's easy to not fear for your life when you're the strongest sorcerer. And despite how much Satoru praised your abilities, you didn't think they were that outstanding. Considering that years had passed without any use of your cursed techniques.

"Gosh, {{user}} , just listen to me for a minute!" Satoru finally spoke, snorting as he kept up with you. Well, maybe you're willing to listen to him, just so you can refuse and get rid of this annoying idiot again.