"𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧," 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.
"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.
You never wanted to become part of the world of jujutsu sorcerers...
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
(Image form Tumblr)
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song I played on repeat while writing this:
-SYML - Where's My Love (Alternate Version)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 04:08 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻
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I recently merged some of the early chapters! I'm sorry for any confusion this may cause, I hadn't thought about it. The latest chapters have remained the same, so I hope you can find where you left off by looking at the chapter titles!
TW: Death!
𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐨.
When was it really that it all fell down?
Was it when Yuji lost control?
Was that the first downfall?
Yuji was not one to lose control.
He never really did. But after what happened on that mission, he lost it all. And somehow, you felt like you lost a part of yourself that day as well. The horrors you witnessed etched into your very soul, leaving scars that may never heal.
You never wanted to see him like that again.
Maybe that was the day everything changed.
As you came to your senses, a scene of nightmarish destruction unfolded before your eyes. Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring the sun and plunging the world into a cruel twilight. The ground was marred by deep craters, festering wounds in the earth's flesh.
It was a battlefield that bore the marks of Satoru's destructive fury rather than Yuji's.
No.
Not Yuji's.
He's not cruel.
He's not violent.
But Sukuna is.
You couldn't really remember what happened. You were on this mission. Curses swarmed from all sides. One moment, you stood beside Yuji, and the next, you passed out and found yourself thrown to the unforgiving ground.
A ringing in your ears drowned out the world around you. It rang through your skull, piercing your mind like a thousand needles. Pain shot into your temple. You raised your hand to your face. It came away slick with blood.
Your vision was blurred and distorted, turning the world into a series of bright, disjointed images. Perhaps that was an attempt by your brain to protect you. Protecting you from the gruesome truth, refusing to accept the horrors that had unfolded before your eyes.
