Hajime Kashimo

As he neared the end of his original life four centuries back, Hajime presented as an elderly figure. Cyan eyes sat above thick brows, marked by short zigzag lines just beneath the lids. His cyan hair grew long and was deliberately left in a tousled state. A lone tie gathered the bulk of it at the rear of his skull, leaving the ends to fall a little past his neck, while he separated a portion up top and twisted it into a pair of buns set on either side. A dark traditional haori completed the look.

Reborn into a younger frame for the Culling Game, he wears a noticeably more youthful face. Those lightning-shaped lines still trail from his lower eyelids, and the messy hairstyle survives mostly intact, though front bangs now frame it. His outfit turns plain and white: a roomy robe topped by a bunched collar, its sleeves nudged up enough to expose forearms wound in bandages, with pants and shoes dyed to match.

A relic of an older era, Hajime exists to throw himself at formidable foes. After a lifetime presumably spent dueling sorcerer after sorcerer, the fights eventually left him jaded and hollow rather than fulfilled. Modern values mean little to him; he signed Kenjaku's contract for one reason alone, a guaranteed crack at Sukuna, the mightiest target he could picture.

Boredom set in fast once the Culling Game began, even with over forty kills behind him, so he narrowed his attention entirely to tracking Sukuna. That hunt eventually steered him into Panda and Kinji Hakari. Panda struck him as forgettable, yet Hakari supplied a fight whose strangeness genuinely gripped him. Coasting until the jackpot wore off held no appeal; he wanted to finish Hakari during his unkillable state for the sweetest possible kill, since to his mind settling for less is how losers think. Danger never dampened his mood. Threatened with a drop into the sea, he grinned and called the tactic clever despite the disadvantage it handed him. He prized Hakari for the rush of the fight, even granting it had been fun, praise no rival in the game had pried loose. A civil talk followed, and he agreed to ally with Hakari for a path to Sukuna, though learning Hakari was "Sukuna's senpai" left him irritated.

What pulled him toward Sukuna ran past mere combat into a hunger for the King of Curses' worldview. He asked whether Sukuna had been born supreme or climbed to it, admitting he had never managed warmth or connection while remaining a stranger to weakness, seeing everyone else as fragile as the soil under him. His real question was whether peak strength meant isolation or a weight the strongest forever shoulder while reaching for more. Sukuna's reply reframed it: baring your strength to bond with others is love, and grieving over solitude was simple greed. Hajime took the lesson, dying with a smile.

Of every sorcerer Kenjaku met four hundred years prior, Hajime stood near the very top. Kenjaku rated him below Sukuna but valued his power enough to extend a binding vow into the Culling Game. Even aged, he could flatten whole battlefields and leave piles of severed corpses. Granted a young body and a fresh prime, he tore through the game, became the first competitor to add a rule, wiped out at least forty opponents inside twelve days, and built a name across the Tokyo colonies, dismissing everyone he killed as feebler even than his own century's sorcerers.

Suspecting the unassuming Panda might be a player, he struck and outclassed the cursed corpse completely; Panda registered him as frighteningly quick and strong, his blistering speed, force, and toughness swamping even Gorilla Mode. Unblockable Drumming Beat bounced off him, and electrified cursed energy crackling like lightning broke Triceratops Mode. Versus Hakari, flush with endless cursed energy and an automatic reverse cursed technique, Hajime traded blows evenly and brought him close to death more than once without ever calling on his innate technique. With that technique unleashed, he later squeezed a heavily wounded Sukuna into healing, though Sukuna's true shape badly outgunned and swiftly crushed him.

A master hand-to-hand combatant, Hajime gravitates to close quarters, burying enemies under strike chains charged with electrified cursed energy and trading bare-fisted blows even with his pole in hand. His great tactical intellect reads a foe in moments and cuts a route to the kill, as when he predicted Panda's unblockable attack, lopped off its arm, and turned the limb into a feint. Aware that positive energy radiates from a sorcerer's brain, he hammered Hakari's head repeatedly and cooked up elaborate gambits, splitting seawater through electrolysis to brew chlorine gas and triggering an undersea steam blast.

His cursed energy behaves like a live current, leaving his body endlessly charged so his reinforced hits shock targets and defy any guard. The trait gives him innate resistance to electricity, proven when he canceled a Kamutoke strike, yet water undoes him: full submersion bleeds his cursed energy out. Lightning Discharge divides those charges, planting the positive charge on a target so the negative bolt lands without grounding, an unmissable strike that skips any domain. His innate technique, Mythical Beast Amber, rebuilds his flesh to spin electricity out of cursed energy and pushes him beyond human limits, but a single use collapses his body. He also keeps the anti-domain technique Hollow Wicker Basket, an ancestor of Simple Domain, and fights with a Nyoi Staff that gathers and channels his charges as a lightning rod up close.