As legends say, humans blessed with divine eyes could see destiny in the form of threads.
I was one of them- those with eyes that could see the fate of others, but not of myself.
- in which a clan outcast was given to Ryomen Sukuna as a peace offeri...
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"Are you sure about this?," I asked one last time while grimacing at the sight before me. It was a girl of barely seven, gazing back at me with guiltless doe-eyes. Her expression was kind, peaceful, and bright- completely unaware of what was to happen.
"Yes, we are very sure, Sena-sama," the old, bald, annoying fuck confirmed. He propped his elbows on the wooden table, leaned forward, and watched with an expectant expression.
The girl's father held out his right hand, palm facing up. He seemed ready and aware of the consequences of the ritual that I couldn't help but question his intentions. He looked quite capable as a Jujutsu sorcerer and could protect his family even without the help of the clan.
It was a silver era for the Inumaki clan, having three cursed speech users with ages close to each other. Their future was looking bright. However, I couldn't help but think the greed of their elders would somehow ruin the relationship between the children.
I bent down and asked the little girl. "Are you ready?"
Her porcelain skin was flustered as she gaped at me, eyes glowing with mirth and excitement. "Mn!"
A priestess, a fortuneteller, a demonic being- throughout the years, I gathered names too many to fit in a page. But among them, there was one that stood out most to me.
Negotiator.
My cursed technique encompassed two main abilities: seeing destiny and granting wishes. The latter only developed after years of practice and discovery while the former was innate.
To grant wishes, I had three rules. First, it had to be consensual if there were other parties involved. Second, I could not grant anyone death or things beyond my capability. And lastly, I would take away from their lifelines the payment for their wish and attach it to mine- to replace my lifeline I consumed for the ritual.
"Acchan!," the young heir of Inumaki clan shouted atop of his lungs, running towards the circle and handing the little girl a bunny toy. He, too, like the other, possessed cursed speech. "Don't be afraid!"
The girl smiled back at his cousin. "Mn!"
The girl's mother could only keep her head down, hanging it low with eyes full of dejection and sorrow. Something told me she did not want this to happen as well, but had no choice since her husband already consented to the ritual. Then again, other clans' affairs were not my interest.
"In these strings lie a fate untouched. Allow thy hand to undo a knot," I recited, bringing to my chest a white string that was visible only to me. "Grant thy wishes of a voice to be known. In exchange for your fate, I shall bestow."
Yes. The Inumaki clan leader called me to perform a ritual, allowing a cursed speech user to have more freedom and control with the technique. The old man clearly wanted the skill for his own son, but it was too risky to try firsthand on his heir. Now, I had a younger girl in my hands to act as a test subject.
