𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧.

God hates me frfr.

"You sure do take your time, don't you, [Name]-san?" The girl asks, with her hands folded across her chest.

Getting off your motorcycle, you look at her with unbothered eyes. "Not my fault that my mission was quite far away." She stares at you for a minute before looking at her watch. "Whatever it is--it's irrelevant anyways. Now, come on!"

She pulls your hand to drag you inside of the Izakaya.

Jazz music, a faint smell of sake in the air and small chats from the people welcome you inside the tavern. A head immediately shots up upon hearing the door open, panic-stricken eyes staring at you and Kurai-san, Or your school president standing at the entrance.

Silently moving through the crowd, you finally reach the man, who pulls the cushions out for you to sit. He pours you a glass of water, greeting you hastily.

"Hello. U-uh My name is umm- Kenji Shiroi. Nice to meet you err-" "[Name] [Last Name]" "--[Last Name]-san. So, I am the man who commissioned for you through Kurai. I am in desperate need of help, and i think there's some kind of curse-y stuff involved here. So, please. Don't deny. My life is in your hands at this point. And and-"

"Calm down, Shiroi-san." You say to the man, who seems like he was hyperventilating. So panicked and for what? "Tell me clearly from the start. I can assure you, i will try my best to help." And, where's the 'hi' and 'hello' anyways?

He looks at you, then looks back at Kurai, who was sitting next to you. His head bows down, and he takes a few deep breaths, before finally deciding to speak after moments of silence. He sips the glass of water, trying to calm himself down.

He stops for some seconds, rapidly rubbing his face. "Y-You see, [Name]-san, this whole situation is actually a whole fucking mess. I-I am your normal office salaryman-in the day. At night, my identity shifts to a somewhat. . uhh. . expert. . gambler under the premises of a very famous gambling club in Japan, that only functions at night. I am paid to do these gambles with people of power--and when i win, i am gifted in wealth. I am somehow gifted in this whole 'gambling' thing, and well. . yeah. That's all you need to know currently." He stops, already sweating under your disapproving gaze.

He's a 'gambler'. Wow. "Continue, and please tell me the predicament instead of gamblings."

"Yes, of course. So, 3 days earlier, this one group came in. I had no idea who they were, and what they did. They seemed to be a background organization. I was tasked with winning a match with them. I didn't care much and started playing. I, of course, won. Now-N-Now this-thi-" He takes some moments to recollect himself. "These fucking people start wrecking the entire club--killing the people--leaving only some alive. I was one of them- and now they have been constantly threatening my life. Day in, Day out-- i find these people following me--eyeing me like prey--and i am scared." He finishes, practically trembling.

"Whatever does this have to do with Jujutsu?"

"Those people used these magic-y like stuff. And well, I kind of know this kind of stuff, since one of my neighbours once had problems and some sorcerers from your community came to take care of it. The meanwhile, the neighbour stayed with me, and gave me a brief insight about this 'curse'. So that's why."

. . You took a hasty decision while taking up this commission through Kurai. You shouldn't have.
First of all, Why not report it to jujutsu higher-ups themselves? Instead of privately commissioning you? Second, Why you? Third, If a group had actually massacred a group of people, Sorcerers would have been already informed. This is highly suspicious.

"Why don't you report to the official Jujutsu authorities?" You ask, arms crossed across your chest.

"Tried to! The thing is- the organization has ties with the higher-ups itself! An-And if i complain, the jujutsu higher-ups will execute me--" You sternly interrupt. "I am sorry. But you are being idiotic. What you are saying is completely wrong. The Jujutsu higher-ups have no connections like this. We execute and eliminate these cursed-users, not work with them. I am sorry, but I'll be reporting this."