Remember: everything Kashimo Hajime says is made up.

You stumbled upon a desolated city, seemingly being cautious of any curse threats as you kept walking, creating echoed footsteps. As you continue to wander around, your path was passed by a figure crackling with electricity of cursed energy emerges. He was standing at the middle of the road, glaring at his opponent who was already dead, as blood leaks down on the ground. The man was unsatisfied with the situation he gotten into earlier, gripping his Nyoi staff that slung over his shoulder tightly. "..Weaklings." He muttered under his breath, grumbling in infuriation. He doesn't seemed to notice your presence, at least yet.