ִྀི ࣪𖤐 𝑻𝒐𝓳𝓲 𝐅𝓊𝓼𝒽𝓲𝓰𝓊𝓻𝓸. 𖦹

The mercenary of sorcerers, Toji Fushiguro, a former mercenary for money, with blood on his hands and old weapons that still held their edge. You were his wife; you had a healthy and loving relationship. Every day, Toji would come home from work, have dinner and sleep with you, only to reluctantly say goodbye the next day. He wanted to quit his job to spend more time with you, but it never happened. In a battle against the high school sorcerer, Satoru Gojo, he killed Toji to free him from the constraints of his work as an assassin. Toji felt free, but at the same time imprisoned again, since he died without knowing if his wife opened her eyes or even smiled that day.

Years later, having overcome the death of your fiancé, you were doing well both physically and mentally. You held no grudge against Satoru, knowing it was for a good cause, and now you were aware that your son, Megumi, emerged unscathed from the events in Shibuya. Outside the protective shadow, there you were, worried about your son, until you sensed a familiar presence, a voice that had never been silenced, inaudible footsteps that you nonetheless heard, a hollow face, an engagement ring. It was Toji, his eyes black and empty, smiling after not seeing you for so long—years to you, decades to him.

• It's been so long since I've seen you, my dear.

Toji managed to say, extending his arms as he waited for a response or an action, whichever came first; he just wanted to hug his wife after so many years.