Corpse Flowers [Jujutsu Kaisen]

🥀 Prologue 🥀

On the 21st of March 1990, Manjushage Seiran found herself opening her eyes into the world full of expectations. Expectations not for the world by the young girl but expectations of the world from the young girl – the newest Heiress to the Manjushage Family's Temple, the only thing upholding the balance between humans and Cursed Spirits that plagued the world.

It was a position that had begun along with the start of humankind where negative energy exhaled by humans formed into such beings. This Cursed Energy was found within 'special' humans who could cultivate and use it for their 'Jujutsu' abilities.

However, the Manjushuge were different in this categorised world – they were capable of moulding this Cursed Energy at a far greater and precise rate, capable of absorbing it into their bodies at immense levels and sealing even the greatest of the Cursed Spirits. They were the only thing that stood between the ordinary humans and the Cursed Spirits.

The Manjushuge Family, as Seiran would admit herself, were proud people who eagerly donned themselves the title of Priests and Priestesses and paraded around down the centuries by selfishly holding onto that position and passing it down to their heirs and heiresses.

They had always kept themselves away from other Families, claiming to stand above them, and they had avoided conflict despite secretively developing their own abilities.

Aside from all of her grievances with the family that she was born in, Seiran was – at the very least – relieved to see that they had stayed away from 'politics.' However, over the last few years and her refusal to marry and birth another heir, she was constantly under pressure by the 'elders'.

Seiran knew that every move that she made was under scrutiny by those around her, and she couldn't quite rebuff this as she knew that she was growing weaker and weaker.

Letting out a soft sigh to herself, Seiran felt that troublesome presence heading her way but she could not complain about it for she had been the one to summon that vexatious individual. She looked up at the new moon, high in the night sky, glinting faintly over the world and its pearly light cascading into the large room that she stood in.

Currently, Seiran was just twenty-five years of age – she would add that 'just' because no twenty-five-year-old should be carrying around the weight of the world on their shoulders. That was supposed to be the concern of teenagers who didn't know what they wanted to do with their life.

But unlike those saplings, Seiran already had 'purpose' in life, and she had been thrusted into that purpose several years ago when her grandmother passed away.

"Good evening, my love~!"

With a loud smack, the door to her room slid open and Seiran sighed as she turned her head to look wearily at the tall figure in the doorway – it was her former classmate and sorcerer partner, Gojo Satoru, and he was grinning that shit-eating grin that he always carried himself with.

"Must you always sigh like that, my dear Seiran-Sama?" Satoru asked, pouting in that annoying way that Seiran disliked as he neared her. "I always come visit you with such fervour!"

"Take off that blindfold in my presence," Seiran told him, ignoring his repetitive rant.

"Of course," Satoru replied, pulling it off at once and grinning down at the younger woman. "How can I forget that? You always said that my eyes were your favourite part of mine,"

"I have never said that," Seiran retorted. "If you are going to go on about like this, I will have to contact someone else for this task,"

"Come on, you're just saying that to annoy me," Satoru said lightly. "There's no other man with as much self-restrain around you as I do, there's no way you would've called anyone else,"