You'll Never Walk Alone

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A/N: This is a LONG chapter than my usual ones—20 pages and roughly 10K words in total

"Wh-what do you mean you cursed our bloodline?!" You exclaimed in confusion, standing in front of Kameko. She was a tall, elegant, and beautiful woman. She dressed in expensive silk draping around her body as her hair was up and decorated with gold accessories. It seemed like she hadn't aged, retaining her youthful look from her prime years. To top it off, you looked identical to Kameko, sharing the same face, eyes, and hair color. No wonder why Sukuna said I have the same face as his master.

Out of nowhere, Kameko sat down in a fancy chair as if it conjured it in thin air. She crossed her legs while her sandals popped out from her milky skirt and propped her face, staring at you. Kameko didn't look arrogant sitting in her chair but rather sad and hurt. There was an expression that held so much regret and anguish. You didn't know what Kameko went through, but you knew it scarred her. Her silence and wavering eyes curled her face downwards. This made you sad as you took a step closer to her.

"What happened?" You asked, staring into her eyes. "All the jujutsu books I've read about you repeat the same thing—you're the founder of jujutsu and slayer of Ryomen Sukuna. There's nothing about your pre and post life after Sukuna's death." Your heart was swayed to know more about your ancestor. This was your only chance to talk to her without searching through archives to find the same statement.

You went on your knees, settling right next to Kameko's legs as you leaned over her thighs. Gazing at her with big curious eyes. It twinkled with unanswered questions about your lineage. You knew something was up when there weren't any other reports about Kameko. You had to know who Kameko was.

Kameko teared her saddened orbs off from you and looked to the distant. You watched how her facial expression contorted to her current emotion stabbing her body. Her pink lips parted, exhaling her woes before saying anything. "I was a fool who had a heart of gold. I let others push me around so I can maintain peace and balance. Everyone controlled me..." Kameko's voice was controlled compared to her face as she sounded so detached from the world she used to live in. "I should've listened to my student, Sukuna when I had the opportunity to." Kameko confirmed your suspicions weeks ago that they had a student-teacher relationship. She closed her lips, pursing them tightly to gulp down her past. As her eyes weren't on you, she moved her hands so they could stroke your hair. Kameko's slim fingers ran through your locks like her hands were grazing against soft grass.

You were slightly confused by her action but let her do it anyway. This might be something for her to calm down her tense body. Also, you found comfort in her warm fingers as it dragged across your scalp. Lying your head down, you listen to Kameko's story.

"I've died by the hands of the higher ups..."

Kameko's dooming words sent dread to your heart. You kind of stopped breathing while your heart pounded loudly in your chest. Your whole body stiffened up as you couldn't believe what she said. "The...higher ups?" You repeated their position, letting it sink into your skin. Your brain reminded you about how they mistreat you, and a frown plastered on your lips as you realize you might end up with the same fate as Kameko. "They don't treat me with respect because I've been absent in the jujutsu society until recently."

Sensing the similarity between you and Kameko, she lifted your face by your cheeks as she made you look at her calm composure. "My child, you will be the one to uplift the curse because the only way to break free is to kill the higher ups." She said in a cold and numbing tone. Kameko wanted them dead in cold blood as she's out for revenge.

"What did they do to you?"

"Everything," Kameko whispered softly, hearing her pain in the single word she pushed out. She leaned her forehead against yours as she told her past through your mind.