Three words I couldn't say

Prologue

Before I even met him, they told me he was a 'god'. They praised him for simply being born.

That was Gojo Satoru.

An existence more important than anyone in the jujutsu world. But at the same time, the greatest eyesore.

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The first time I met him, we were too young.

"My name's Aiko!" I gave him the most brilliant and innocent smile.

"Satoru."

Well, at least he gave me half a smile. As a child, that was more than enough for me.

I used to spend time with him. For just a few moments. Since our families are deeply associated with the elders, my parents would sometimes have a meeting with the Gojo clan and they would take me.

I would always look for Satoru since he's the only kid around my age here in this boring house. But not as children and playing games. We were discussing cursed techniques and a few curses that Satoru would encounter.

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"Neh~ Satoru~. Why are you always alone when I see you?"

"Hm~ Maybe because I'm strong?" A young boy said with a smile on his face.

The young girl got a confused look on her face. "Why should you be alone when you're strong? I don't get it. Don't you get lonely? Shouldn't kids be playing with kids?"

"I'm not a normal kid to be playing with others." The young lad said with that same smile.

"I'm not either. I can see curses. I'm already not normal that way."

"But in terms of the jujutsu world, you're normal and I'm practically a different breed."

"So? You're still a kid like me."

"You just don't understand."

"Yeah. I don't understand. If you're strong then you'd be surrounded by people you wanna protect. Isn't that cool? Being a hero!"

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"Satoru!!"

"What?"

A little girl ran to him and cried. "I heard some sorcerers talking bad about you."

The Gojo kid patted the girl's head and comforted her through a hug. Something that he learned from the kid. "You don't have to worry about it. Those who talk bad about me are sore losers who can't do anything to me."

"But it doesn't mean their words don't hurt!"

Gojo sighed in amusement. "I don't really care about them or anything they say. I can just beat them up if I get angry."

"No!"

"No? You don't want me to hurt them?"

"Just beat them up now!"

And that made Gojo burst out laughing. "I got it. I'll teach them a lesson if I see them, okay?"

Aiko nodded and wiped her face clean of tears. "Teach me curse techniques!"

"Sure. Let's go to the backyard."

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Even as young children, we were already involved in the cursed world. I may not be as mature as Satoru, but at the very least, I could understand the world we live in.

But due to the nature of the work of sorcerers, my parents would travel a lot. Of course, because I am their beloved child, they always took me with them.

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The few years I spent in my younger days were lost in the days when my parents would teach me how to exorcise.

The only memory I have of my hometown was the smell of the damp garden where I would spend time and the faint smell of someone.

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Learning how to harness my cursed energy.

Learning the family techniques.

Exorcising curses.

Assisting the managers.

In a flash, the days of my early teenage years came.

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