𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 | 𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 [on hold]

1| g o j o m e i k o

Hello. I revised the whole chapter. I hope you guys will like this more because the first one lacked emotions. 

Will focus on this as survivor | levi ends. 

Enjoy!

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"Nullify technique—"

Meiko started to say as she harnessed cursed energy onto her palm. All I need is to get close to that son of a bitch. She thought as she gathered the appropriate quantity of cursed energy—or blessed energy. She felt the warm energy on her hand, surrounding it. The curse growled as it ran on four legs towards her direction. She smirked and evaded its claws that was about to mangle her.

Her foot glided into the ground. She brought out her katana—thinking that it was the right time to bring out her weapon. She had been fighting the first grade curse hand to hand combat as soon as they fought. It started to crane its head to her direction and run towards her again.

She knew it was a first grade—she was supposed to abandon it, but she couldn't possibly leave it all alone, wandering around this place.

"Come to mama." She whispered and as soon its disgusting mouth opened—the saliva visible, the sharp teeth that will surely make things to your body that you couldn't imagine—she bent backwards a little as it leaped and pressed her hand on its middle—onto its abdomen.

"Nullify technique: Curtail." She whispered smugly.

She felt relief washed through her, knowing that she did that. She immediately slid completely underneath the curse before it would drop above her as it howled—stopped mid-air, feeling pain, feeling weak due to her technique. She didn't nullify it completely—she just weakened it. Over a certain time limit.

Since it's a first grade. I only have 5 minutes or less. She thought and immediately charged the curse who's weakened by her technique. She gripped the hilt of her katana tighter and let the flow of her cursed or blessed energy flow through the katana completely. She jumped high enough and as she went down, she struck the weakened first grade—she then suddenly felt her heart clenched.

It's fighting my technique damn it.

"Cease." She whispered and slashed her katana—where her energy flowed, it was like blazing with all the energy it surrounded it— onto its body, it howled in pain as she did so. She dropped on one knee and immediately grasped her chest, massaging it as she clenched her teeth—I did it again. She glanced at the curse she just slayed but it was still there. Her eyes widened at the sight.

Did I miss it? She thought in fear. No it can't be. She thought again.

I never miss. She continued.

The reason why it was still there, is that she felt something—something dark and gloomy.

"Need help?" A voice suddenly spoke. She was startled a little but she didn't show that. It was a teasing, taunting voice. She knew exactly whose voice was that. 

Gojo Satoru. She thought. She clicked her tongue as she smirked. She glanced at his direction. He was holding a paper bag, wearing an all-black high-necked jacket with matching pants and dark dress boots.

He smiled at her—perhaps, smirked at her.

"No, I can handle it." She said and slowly stood. She returned her katana onto its case. Gojo shrugged on her response—knowing well that she could exorcise it. She might be struggling, but I know that she can. He thought as he watched the determination in her crimson red eyes. She walked up to the almost fading curse. "Just stand up there, and don't get on my way. I got this." She continued in a low voice.