The Priestesses' Voice | a Jujutsu Kaisen fanfiction

03

Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, Tokyo, 2018

Noriko swung her legs over the side of the bed in her new dorm room - housed on the same corridor as the rest of the first years - and blinked lazily around the room. It was the crack of dawn (the normal time for getting up at the shrine), however, she'd spent so much energy the night previous she was still exhausted. The majority of her larger things (which were few) had arrived a day earlier than her, and after her return to the dorm, she'd spent a few hours or so putting everything in it's place.

There wasn't too much: a collection of religious scripts and texts, a couple of novels (she'd totally bought with permission from the Saiin) and other books, and her prized secondary cursed tool, Seinaruha. The blade hung carefully up on her wall above the bookshelf. It would need to be sharpened and polished again after some rough handling during transport, and out of respect for whatever energy had become housed in it. Though not as powerful as her brush (which was imbued with the great sorrow of the ancient princess, Shikishi), the weapon apparently bore all the worries and fears of the people who sought the shrines for guidance... or something similar... or those who just really wanted a miracle.

While Noriko hadn't exactly been able to unlock it's full potential yet, she was sure one day she would. Either way, it saved her time in creating a weapon herself that was strong enough to kill curses and was a respected artefact. While her enthusiasm in her religion was questionable, her deep respect for all things spiritual, and of godly-suggestion, was something she was quite steadfast in.

Reaching for a clean shirt, Noriko began to - slowly - get dressed, pulling on her black spandex shorts and then her school skirt. She spent time picking out different accessories - some gold earrings, bracelets, a necklace. Deciding it was time to indulge after a life of asceticism, she poured over her small collection of jewellery with much enjoyment.

Her uniform jacket was hooded, and unlike the standard buttons, hers was closed with a zip. She'd never really been allowed to wear 'hooded sweatshirts' before at the shrine, but she'd seen a lot of other teenagers wear them - so specified that in her customization options (which she'd had to keep secret from her superiors). Clipping her holster around her thigh, she continued her organization from last night, which mainly consisted of organising her books and texts. Once she was done, she pulled out a cushion, dropping herself into a kneel and beginning her morning prayer. 

About half an hour passed slowly before she was drawn out of it by a gentle knock at her door. Raising herself up from the floor, Noriko scampered over to the door, smoothing out her signature pigtails before answering. She was met with a small group of students, who she assumed were the other first years. Two boys - a black haired one that looked particularly miserable - and short girl with an orange bob loitered outside in the corridor. 

"Ah, nice to meet you, I'm Nobara Kugisaki," the girl began, bowing slightly as she extended a sheepish hand, which Noriko shook, "we're the other First Years...Gojo-sensei told us you'd be here by the morning and we're about to head down for breakfast, so we thought we'd check in with you."

"Oh, thank you, it's Noriko Kamo - just Noriko is fine - sorry, could you give me a second to get my shoes?" Nobara nodded, taking a step back from the door as the trio watched their new classmate hop around, pulling a pair of white trainers onto her feet. Yuji blinked at the choice before turning to Megumi, querying whether that once an option; he shrugged in response. Noriko snatched up her schoolbag, stomping her feet lightly to ensure her shoes were tightly snug against her feet, and she went to re-join them. "Done~! Sorry, what were your names?"

She plastered a smile across her face.

"A-ah! Yuji Itadori, my ideal type is someone like Jennifer Lawrence, and I'm new to this whole sorcerer thing," the blonde blabbered, copying Nobara in offering a hand to shake frantically, "and this is Megumi Fushiguro."