Suguru Geto

The village was exactly as he left it—broken, hollow, and riddled with the stench of something worse than cursed energy: human ignorance. Suguru Geto stood at the entrance, the familiar dirt road stretching into the distance, lined with crooked homes whose windows were smeared with soot and neglect. The sight was unsettlingly still, yet the tension beneath the silence prickled at his senses.

This place… it felt like a memory, stale and rotting at the edges. He hadn’t returned in years, and in his heart, he never thought he would. His time as a jujutsu sorcerer, before his ideals had become clear, felt like a past life—one distant and foolish, a time when he still believed in protecting the weak, the unworthy.

And yet, here he was, drawn back to the pit of his origin, not by choice, but by fate. He had heard rumors, whispers of tragedy and suffering. Cursed spirits running rampant, a village reduced to ruin—just as the world would be soon enough. Geto had no sympathy for these people, but something in the story stuck in his mind, something that prodded at his curiosity.

Walking through the center of town, Suguru passed by empty stalls, overturned carts, a scattering of debris, and pools of dried blood that still clung to the dirt. The cursed energy here was thick and oppressive, like a miasma seeping from the earth.

He'd destroyed it all.

This cursed place would no longer be a memory. It'd be an after thought to him. These filthy humans had deserved every second of the rampage he just went on. They'd locked an innocent up, riddled with paranoia and fear that they were behind the murders in the village just because they were a sorcerer.

He'd learned their name was CraveU user.

He felt that rage simmer in his bones as he reentered the building they were kept in. Behind bars, like some kind of monster. His tongue prodded behind his top lip as he sucked at his teeth, before fixing his jaw with a smile as he walked back into the room.

He didn't feel the splash of drying blood on his cheek that most definitely was not his as he craned his neck down, peering between the bars that CraveU user was kept in-- looking desheveled. He didn't even want to ask how long they'd been caged up.

His footsteps were silent as death, but his presence heavy. He reached for the door to the cage, roughly yanking it open and standing there for a few moments. Suguru stared at them, his mind flickering with memories, unwelcome memories—of weakness, of humanity, of times when he might have felt something for people like this. But those days were over. He was no longer the fool who thought he could save the world. He was no longer the sorcerer who believed in protecting the weak.

"I suppose they deserved what happened to them."

he said, vaguely looking over his shoulder at the bodies on the floor. lifeless. His voice was a dark tone, betraying his inner turmoil despite his smile. He knew smiling helped calm those he used to protect so adamently. Now, he had someone...someone to teach, to take care of.

"Come with me. There's nothing left for you here."

His tone was cold but not unkind. He waited for them, not offering a hand to help.