Star | Jujustu Kaisen

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"Are you absolutely certain this is the correct position?" [Name] inquired of Itadori, their tone laced with a touch of wry skepticism. Unspoken concerns loomed in their mind, wary of the potential consequences if Itadori's aim faltered and inadvertently harmed the hostage in the process. They did not want to think about those consequences, but they trusted the male.

"Positive. I've got it covered," Itadori affirmed firmly.

Observing Itadori's demeanor, [Name] could discern the creeping seeds of doubt taking root within him. They noted the subtle roll of his wrists, a nervous gesture betraying his inner uncertainty. The weight of the situation was clear, as Itadori grappled with the importance of executing the task flawlessly while ensuring the safety of those involved. From what they could hear was a small boy.

"Prepare yourself, Aries," [Name] instructed, casting a concerned glance toward the celestial spirit at their side. The weight of the impending situation bore heavily upon their shoulders.

"Y-Yes, [Name]!" Aries responded with an eager nod, her arms raised in readiness to assist in whatever capacity was required.

"Just trust me..." Itadori's voice, barely more than a whisper, carried a mixture of determination and trepidation. His posture shifted as he braced himself for the impending action. His arm drew back, coiling like a spring, and then, with a surge of energy, he launched his fist forward. His strike broke through the wall, aided by its decades-long state of neglect that had left it considerably weakened. The sound of his fist colliding with the aged surface echoed in the room, while the curses on the other side of the wall remained eerily silent as if absorbed by the force of the impact.

Itadori let out an awkward chuckle, his relief was palpable even as he realized the curses weren't reacting as he expected. Their cries of pain, which he had grown accustomed to, were conspicuously absent. "Oops. I missed."

"I told you, Itadori!" [Name] exclaimed with a frown, their grip firm on their whip as they readied themselves to save the child being held hostage.

"Do not fear, [Last Name]!" Itadori reassured with confidence, his determination unwavering. He positioned himself before the wall, assessing his options. With a swift, practiced motion, he delivered a powerful kick to the decaying structure, its weakened state offering little resistance. As the wall yielded to his force, debris erupted into the room in a chaotic display.

"I've got this," Itadori affirmed, his voice tinged with a mix of resolve and assurance. Within the chaos of debris and dust, the curse emerged, its grip on the child tight and unrelenting. The curse reacted with a startled cry, its arm instinctively lifting the child further from the ground.

Reacting with swift precision, Itadori drew the sword he had received from Gojo and unsheathed it in a single, fluid motion. The blade gleamed as it met the dim light of the room, and in one swift strike, Itadori aimed to sever the curse's hold on the child. However, amidst the urgency of the moment, a split-second by the curse's decision led to a fateful error: he severed the wrong arm.

"Damn it!" Kugisaki's exclamation reverberated through the air as the curse recoiled, its grip on the child momentarily loosening. The child, his distress evident, sobbed as he scratched at the curse's arm, his small fingers clawing at its flesh in a desperate bid for release. The tense situation hung in the balance, a high-stakes confrontation fraught with both danger and the urgency to protect the child.

The curse's eyes darted around the room, a whirlwind of thoughts churning as it scrambled to formulate a desperate plan. Trapped and devoid of any viable escape routes, a spark of desperation ignited within its malevolent mind. In a lightning-quick decision, the curse flung itself toward the nearest window, its actions a frenzied bid for freedom. The crash of shattered glass and the forceful gust of wind accompanied its reckless exit, while the child's horrified screams sounded through the air.