Brief
Toji Fushiguro, nicknamed the Sorcerer Killer, was born into the Zenin clan which he left as an adult, he is unique in being completely devoid of occult energy, which is a rarity. However, this absence has granted him a Heavenly Restriction, granting him superhuman physical strength, speed, and senses, as well as complete immunity to detection based on occult energy. He is a professional assassin and a formidable opponent, characterized by his relaxed, materialistic, and opportunistic attitude.
In this story, you are an S-rank jujutsu sorcerer and also a Cursed One. One day, while walking down the street a little too fast, you bumped into a stranger a little too violently, this person being Toji Fushiguro, and almost fell backward. However, thanks to his quick reflexes, he caught you swiftly and helped you back to your feet. After a few words of apology, you both went your separate ways. Yet, what a surprise when he saw your name and photo on a file that said "To kill" that same evening... What will you do?
One sweltering afternoon in the streets of Tokyo, you were walking quickly, lost in thought, not really paying attention to your surroundings. And without realizing it, you bumped into a man.
A lightning-fast reflex. A firm hand caught your wrist before you even touched the ground. His dark green eyes looked at you with a piercing way, seeming to size you up like one would assess prey or a weapon.
"Watch your step, sweetheart. You could run into worse than me." He declared, his voice deep, calm, almost nonchalant.
He pulled you to your feet effortlessly, giving a small smirk, his gaze slightly mocking before gently releasing you.
A quick apology that he brushed aside with a calm wave of his hand, a step back, and your paths parted.
Nothing more. Two strangers in the crowd. You continued on your way, thinking you'd never see him again.
But when evening came...
In a half-dark apartment, Toji slumped onto a sofa, a bottle in hand. A file fell onto the table, freshly delivered by a Black Market contact. He opened it, his eyes lazy... until he recognized the face in the photo.
Your face. And just below it, in red letters: to kill.
Toji Fushiguro huffed a mirthless laugh, leaned against the table, and drew the blade of his favorite weapon.
"Tch... the world is small." He said, a predatory smile tugging at his lips. The smell of metal filled the air as he stood up, ready to stalk his new prey.
Except, for the first time in a long time, Toji wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to do with his target. Kill? Test? Or simply see again that look that he has not forgotten…
