𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩?
Is it by the range of your powers?
Is it by how remarkable you fight?
Is it by how vigorous and durable your state of mentality is?
Or is it by being someone people can...
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𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 coursed throughout the narrow cold walls of the dim alley, only having little light provided by the moon. The sound of flesh getting sliced was accompanied by the booming thundershowers.
Removing the locks on her gloves, the woman walked towards the wounded curse in front of her, who is now trapped by the cold stone wall behind it, leaving nowhere for it to run. Pinching the tip of her gloved middle finger, she smoothly discarded the gloves on her left hand.
With every tap of her heels, the more the curse began to panic, with distorted groans leaving its weird-shaped mouth. It started scratching the walls behind it, as if it'll do something to help it escape.
Flicking the dripping water on her left hand, she is finally in front of the grade 2 curse. A tumultuous screech came out of the curse, still desperately trying to move away from the woman in front of him, but was painfully unable to do so.
Clicking her tounge, she stepped on the curse's stomach, making it release a cacophonous sound once again. Pressing harder, she felt the curse's guts getting squashed under the sole of her boot.
She reached the curse's forehead and gave it a light touch, just enough to touch its skin against hers as she mouthed the words that she had used a hundred times already.
"Seal."
The curse suddenly went motionless the moment that chant escaped her lips. Then a surge of purple curse energy surged through her veins. The curse's skin slowly began to wilt, as if the life inside of it is getting sucked out.
Lifting her hand away from the atrocious creature, a soft sigh escaped out of her. She lifts her head up and cold droplets of the rain kissed her cheek. Thinking that the job is done, she stood up and was about to walk away when she heard muscles moving. Flicking her head towards the curse, she saw its body jolting.
"What the-"
The curse then suddenly jumped towards her in an insane speed. Jumping back, she released a surge of her stored curse energy and gave it a strong whip, slicing the curse in front of her in half, the freshly cut flesh plopping on the ground with a soft squelch.
Softly landing on the pavement, she glanced at the dead curse before sliding her glove back on. She was about to walk away from the scene when her phone starts ringing. Glancing on the unknown number, she thinks it must've been one of her employers who changes numbers frequently.
Sliding her thumb on the "answer" button, she responded.
"Am I speaking to miss L/N Y/N?" The line on the other side answered.
"Yes, speaking. Who is this?"
"This is one of the advisers at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, we are to acknowledge that your presence is to be expected in the institute by tomorrow."
"And that is ordered by who?"
"Principal Yaga, he has also claimed that he will not take "no" for an answer."
Almost rolling her eyes, she instead clicked her tongue as she felt liquid leaking into her boots. Looking down, she saw the purple blood of the now deceased curse seeping into the soles of her boots. Cringing at the wet feeling, she moved away from the puddle of blood and shoved her unoccupied hand into her pocket, now drenched from the rain.
As she is now walking away from the scene, she gave the man on the phone an answer.
"Tell him I'll arrive there by afternoon."
Pressing the end button, she strides her way out of the cold alley. She pulls her hoodie a little lower, just enough to cover her features. Looking once again at her wet and bloody footwear, she makes her way out of the area before she could attract unwanted attention.
