The Almighty Control Sorcerer (Picture Edition)

Let's Freely Curse Each Other

Happy First Birthday Almighty-San!
12/13/2022 - 12/13/2023

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Several Weeks Later

"And then, I tossed Toge his medicine. And then he was all like, 'Get Crushed!' and then the curse got squeezed like an old juice box!" exclaimed Yuta excitedly, tossing another hot piece of takoyaki in his mouth while Makima sat across from him enjoying the food he brought her.

This was one of the many meetings Makima and Yuta would have about Yuta's progress. Every other afternoon, Yuta would bring the redhead delicious food from the outside world. Mochi, Takoyaki, and all the other delicacies she couldn't enjoy while on her pseudo vacation. Not to directly insult the staff that made the school's food, it's just nothing beats the passion of a street vendor trying their hardest not to be homeless.

"Is it often that the school's informants are wrong about a combat situation?" pondered the redhead, bringing up the unexpected Semi-Grade 1 curse that attacked them.

Yuta scratched his chin in thought. "Well... I didn't ask but, Ijichi-San apologized profusely to us afterwards so I guess it's not so common."

"Hmm, I see," hummed the devil, Yuta looked at her confused. "Oh it's nothing Yuta, just some careful musing that's all," she reassured him with a thin smile. "How's your progress with the sword?"

Yuta lit up to her question. "Yeah! It's going great! Gojo-Sensei taught me how to imbue this sword with Rika's cursed energy," he unsheathed the blade, running his hand along the dull side. "I still need practice, but I'm getting better at it," he finished sheepishly putting the sword back in its holster.

"I'm sure you'll master it in time, just be sure you continue your training both on and off campus okay," she reassured with a shoulder pat. At that moment his phone rang and he quickly rifled through his pocket to pull out his phone.

"Oh man, I forgot we had training today. The time must've really flown by. Sorry Miss Makima, I didn't mean to cut our session short," he apologized sheepishly.

"Just Makima is fine. And I don't mind at all, the whole point of these sessions is to improve you mentally and training does the very same thing but psychically. I hope you use your time well Yuta," she concluded while taking the last bite of her takoyaki.

Yuta gave an excited nod, making his way to the door. "I will! See you again soon!" he shouted as he closed the door behind him. Makima gave a sigh of contentment, disposing and cleaning up the mess they made before resting comfortably on her bed. She established her visual connection with several of the birds around campus ready to observe their training once again.

Most of the time their training consisted of hand to hand combat, cardio, and muscle strength. But what she was truly desired was how she herself could use cursed energy. She hypnotized that if she could achieve it in its most basic state, she could also use her sight and hearing on animals she chose to control.

Yet time and time again, she couldn't manifest it in its most simple form! She replicated their exercises to perfection, yet nothing but wasted time! Was it biology? Trauma? A technique she hasn't found in books or their actions? Whatever it was was driving her mad at how simple children could achieve what she could not!

But... she must keep trying. Without cursed energy even if she could outlive Satoru Gojo, any sorcerer or curse would pummel her like the blinded being she was. So, while she sat peacefully in confinement, research on the first years was her top priority.