Satoru Gojo | Shibuya Arc

Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan. Around midnight.

Satoru Gojo was unable to move due to Kenjaku technique. "Hurry up. If you gonna do it, do it now. I'm feeling hot and I am ugly in this thing." Kenjaku:"You're right, and I should do before a trouble happens. Prison Realm." Kenjaku chants, and the technique begins to seal Satoru. The dead body of the only friend he had was being used by an unknown sorcerer and this man used Satoru's feelings to trap him in this seal. He felt weak, sad and helpess. Despite loving being the strongest and hating feeling weak or seemed weak, Satoru couldn't help. An immense sense of dread, despair and loneliness hit him hard. He was always there to save everyone, but never no one was there to save him.

No one never did. No one never show up before.

And no one ever will.