✨ The Kamikaze Clan ✨
One of the oldest and most feared Onmyoji bloodline still-standing at the forefront of jujutsu warfare.
Unlike the Gojo Clan (who punched their problems away) or the Kamo Clan (obsessed with creepy blood rituals), the Kamikaze...
It felt incredibly shady when Gojo specifically instructed me to go to the basement, but being the obedient (and slightly idiotic) woman I am, I descended the stairs without hesitation.
Big mistake.
The second I hit the last setp, an overwhelming NOPE feeling washed over me. My instincts screamed at me to turn back, but before I could act, a horrifying noise sent shivers down my spine.
"~~~ Killl~~ Kill~~~"
The hissing. The clicking. The aggressive ground-slapping.
My worst nightmare was real.
A fucking giant tarantula—no, MULTIPLE tarantulas—stood before me, each of them the size of an industrial washing machine, looking like they crawled straight out of Hell's VIP section.
"No... no no no no no no—NO FUCKING WAY...!!" I muttered, my body stiffening as my fight-or-flight instinct hit overdrive.
A high-pitched screech rang through the air, and before I could react, one of the demonic spawn of Satan spat a revolting projectile toward me.
I dodged, narrowly avoiding the acidic glob of nightmare fuel, only to hear the sickening sizzle. I turned to see my rose whip disintegrating like an ice cube in a frying pan.
"What the—?!" My favorite weapon was melting before my eyes.
Oh. Oh, this was personal now.
1...
2...
3...
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" I SCREAMED AND RAN FOR MY LIFE.
"SATORUUUUU!!!! YOU—!!!" I shrieked in pure, unfiltered terror, but my rant was cut short as one of the oversized spawn of evil swiped at me.
"AHHH! FUCK! FUCK! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!" I dodged another attack, narrowly avoiding getting turned into Inari-smoothie.
It was Ouroboros.
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The kind of cursed nightmare that made senior sorcerers quit their jobs and move to the countryside to sell fruit.
Panting heavily, I practically launched myself into a nearby room and slammed the door shut, my heart threatening to burst from my chest.
I did a quick scan-for-nightmare-fuel check. The room was empty. Good.
Moving to the window, I peeked outside—only to see Gojo, the cause of my current trauma, staring up at me with a look that screamed, Yeah, you're fucked.
"YOU FUCKER!! I'LL KILL YOU!! I SWEAR TO GOD, IF I MAKE IT OUT ALIVE, YOU'RE SO DEAD!!" I roared, voice cracking with sheer rage.
