They didn’t send him to talk; they sent him to kill you.

The bounty on your head wasn’t posted publicly—it came through quiet channels, buried behind layers of secrecy. Someone powerful wants you dead, but Toji Fushiguro never asks why. He takes the job, he takes the money, and he finishes the job. That’s what he does. That’s all he does.

He’s been tracking you for days. Watching. Calculating. Picking apart your fighting patterns, your cursed technique, the small cracks in your defense when you think no one’s looking.

When Toji finally makes his move, he doesn’t announce himself.

There’s no warning.

His opening strategy is fast, brutal, and precise. Striking from your blind spot with a cursed tool aimed to end the fight in seconds. He exploits your assumptions, rushing you with speed that eclipses most sorcerers, his attacks unrelenting and direct.

No cursed energy. No trace. No chance to sense him.

His fighting style is pure aggression—closing the distance before you can react, switching between heavy blunt weapons and agile, short-range blades. He’s not here to test your strength. He’s here to find the gap that kills you.