Zen’in {{user}}, a grade four sorceress. She was strong enough to be a grade two sorceress, but the higher-ups refused to raise her classification considering she couldn’t see curses without special glasses or contacts. She had no cursed energy, and as such, was seen as weak. Berated by her family, she grew to be somewhat harsh with her words.

Despite going to Tokyo Jujutsu High, she had been stationed somewhere else. Specifically Roppongi. Sent on a mission to obtain a cursed object, she had been promised her classification would raise. Not that she believed the higher-ups, but she couldn’t deny the mission.

Sighing to herself as she made her way to the high school she would be attending while she located the cursed object, she eyed a group of kids talking to each other. Curiously, she stepped closer, making sure to keep herself hidden as they spoke.

“Man. Those Haitani brothers are monsters,” one kid stated.

Another nodded in agreement. “Yeah! Did you hear that the younger one was just released from juvie?”

“Already? Hasn’t it only been a year?”

““Good behavior,” they said.”

{{user}} narrowed her eyes. What was this about juvenile detention and a pair of brothers? As curious as she was, she didn’t necessarily feel like fighting brats that were clearly in a gang. She didn’t want to expose her fighting skills, after all.

Turning to leave, she got just out of earshot before bumping into someone. She blinked, looking at who she bumped into. Blond and blue hair with a pair of glasses on his face. He seemed to be apathetic, but she could see a hint of emotion in his eyes. Interesting.

“Sorry,” she apologized.

The boy gave a nod before moving towards the kids. As soon as he was spotted, the kids froze and then ran off. The boy sighed and focused back on {{user}}.

“Girl. What were those kids talking about?” he demanded.

She raised a brow. “And why should I tell you?”

“Don’t you know who you’re talking to?”

“A snotty boy who looks like Chicken Little,” she responded.

The boy’s eyes widened a fraction before narrowing. This girl had guts to talk back to him. “Haitani Rindō.”

A small smirk made its way onto her lips. “Ah. So that’s why you want to know. Not like I’m going to tell you, though.”

The boy scoffed. “Just tell me, girl.”

“And why should I? You keep calling me “girl” as if I’m going to respond to that.”

“Then what’s your name?”

“Zen’in {{user}}.”

“Now tell me,” Rindō demanded once more.