The Strongest Sorcerer of Tomorrow (Megumi x Arknights)

Chapter 48: Trouble Finds its Way Elsewhere + What-If Omake

A/N: 10k Words

Also, thank you guys for 100k+ views and 5k+ votes on Wattpad, along with 10k+ Comments in total (along with 3k views and 100 kudos in Ao3 after a few days), I would have actually NEVER thought my second fanfic I made for fun would get so much traction.

It encourages me to write the more interaction and discussion I have about Arknight and JJK, and yes, I do read through all 100-300 comments that are posted.

JJK x Arknights Agenda. :)

My co-author, the one who wrote chapter 26, 90% of it under my supervision, is going to be taking the reins of writing chapters while I take a break. He has the outline for practically the rest of the story with the idea docs in his hand, and you can trust him to write about the same as I have since we have the same AP Literature teacher. Of course, I'll also be supervising some parts too and editing them.

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"Across mountains tall and prairies wide, even a howling gale will sleep.

Amongst the acres of spring's length, even the broken sun will rise.

Above the skies of summer's blister, even the shimmering light will die."

A dash of black ink immediately flashed a blackened coal across the scenery, plastering the white papers with words written upon it. It was a curtain, cruel and unassuming in whatever it blanketed in its unfurling wake, leaving all colors blanked wherever it went.

"Too mundane and repetitive," Ryomen Sukuna half-lidded four eyes grazed through the scrolls on his desk, one of his four arms hovering over the air with a brush. "Is this the best you can do, Abe-no-Seimei?" The pink-haired man glanced upwards, toward a man with wrinkled skin, short hair, and a beard. His hair was snow-white, as if winter had passed through his body time and time again, to the point where his body had become one with it.

"I merely speak for you, Ryomen Sukuna," Abe-no-Seimei spoke slowly and steadily, his perpetually squinted eyes looking like they were closed, "you asked of me to construct these poems, after you discovered this decrepit skin of mine is no longer fit to be a feast." There was not a hint of worry, "I believe not even Ashiya Doman would be a ripe fruit to pluck, either. How unfortunate for you."

"I desire no pity," Ryomen Sukuna rolled his four eyes, "perhaps I should be one pitying you. A corpse standing still while the test of time passes by your weary and unsteadfast body, leaving your skin as brittle as the parchment at our desk." His upper right arm was propped upwards by his right knee, while his lower right arm was pressed on the ground. His lower left hand laid sleeping upon his flattened left leg, while his upper left hand pressed an open palm on the ground to support his gigantic body.

"A corpse you say? What a fitting description," Abe-no-Seimei flipped the scroll of the table, before bringing upon another one, "would you like to hear a divination?"

"A Cursed Technique which grants the wielder a divination of another's fate... how foolish. Come then, what have the stars told you this time?" Ryomen Sukuna scoffed, but the man before him had been declared the Strongest Sorcerer in Japan at this time. At most, he was curious of what words he had to say.

The air crawled to a still, as the brush dipped in black ink lay hovering in the air. There were stars above their head, mingling together in a brilliant display of various light under the night sky. It was a place fraught with mystery, an unexplored world of possibilities humanity would never see for a millenia. Yet that millenia that is bound to pass... will reveal the final fate of the King of Curses.