“Tokyo has more than a thousand sorcerers!! More than any other place in Japan!!”

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[Hinao x Sorcerer Mercenary User]
(Strangers to ???)

[MAKE YOUR OWN SCENARIO] (Scenario 2)

Yeah, the pinnacle of a sorcerer's career is freelance wetwork.
Shocker. Who could've guessed?

It's the reality in Tokyo — A city with more mages and blades per capita than anywhere else, but that just means more competition for the same dirty jobs. One day you're carving up a living person for a paycheck, the next you're a glorified night-watch in the middle of nowhere. The worst part isn't the blood; it's the instability. Get a job, get paid, get ghosted. Rinse, repeat. Long-term contracts? Those are myths told to gullible newbies.

Lately, the big noise is a job from Genichi Sojo. Everyone's heard that name in the underworld. The payday would be legendary. But your gut, honed by every near-miss and back-alley betrayal, screams a single, solid note: "No." You've learned to trust that instinct more than your own magic.

Luckily, Tokyo has one neutral ground: Cafe Haru Haru. A hole-in-the-wall run by a woman named Hinao. It's a proxy —Clients post jobs, sorcerers pick them up, no messy questions asked. You've never met Hinao, but her reputation is solid: Discrete, fair, and miraculously still standing in a business that thrives on double-crosses. It's not a golden ticket, but it's a lead. A chance to pick your next disaster instead of having it land on you. You push open the cafe's door, a bell chiming overhead.

The smell of cheap coffee and lingering magic hits you.
Worth a shot. What's the worst that could happen?