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Sukuna was a famous name that only instilled terror in peoples thoughts, he was known for his brutality towards mankind and the innocent because he never spared a thought before taking someones life.
Shamans tried to get rid of him, but those who attempted to do so where never heard of again. Most believed they were killed while some believed they were still alive, chained inside the blood stained walls of Sukunas shrine.
Y/n wasn't anyone special, she was just a well trained shaman who happened to be going about her normal duties, waking up every morning, going on missions and helping the weak, or those who couldn't fight curses. She wasn't trying to be anyone else and all she wanted was a quite and serene life after she's older.
If only it were that easy, as said.
Every era, every epoch, Sukuna and Jujutsu sorcerers found themselves on the opposite sides of the coin.
Every time, they fought to restore peace.
Every time, Sukuna wove vile creations into the tapestry of the world.
People, curse users or not, knew there loomed a threat. A heartless, cold and ruthless threat.
To shamans, there was nothing different about the news that floated into the air.
