🥀Second Thorn🥀

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Nobara felt the lingering echoes of Mahito's cruel touch on her curse energy, a constant reminder of a fractured soul. The haunting whispers reinforced the belief that she was too weak, a painful truth etched into the very core of her being.

Within the chaos, a haunting whisper persisted, blaming Nobara for her perceived carelessness, a tormenting reminder that her shattered soul bore the weight of her own supposed faults.

Nobara's fists tightened, defiance in her eyes as she whispered a resolute command to the mocking inner voice, determined to silence the self-blame echoing within her.

"You must be hungry," Offering a bowl of food, the man with the Tengu mask acknowledged Nobara's hunger, his words carrying a hint of understanding beneath the enigmatic disguise.

Nobara's stomach betrayed her hunger, responding audibly to the mention of food. The reminder of the toll Jujutsu exerted on the body underscored the urgency of replenishing the calories consumed by her curse energy.

Nobara, consumed by hunger, hastily devoured the mysterious contents of the bowl, forgetting gratitude in her urgency to satisfy the gnawing emptiness within.

The masked man, undisturbed by Nobara's lack of thanks, found satisfaction in her hearty meal. Observing her swift recovery, he marveled at her resilience, a silent acknowledgment of her swift return to her feet.

"Urokodaki Sakonji," the masked man introduced himself, a swordmaster responsible for training the two boys who discovered Nobara in her weakened state. His words conveyed concern for her well-being during that challenging moment.

Urokodaki Sakonji, intrigued by Nobara's rapid healing, pondered if her peculiar aura played a role, yet the exact cause eluded his understanding. A subtle air of mystery surrounded the young Jujutsu Sorcerer, leaving the swordmaster with a sense that her recovery held secrets yet to be unveiled.

"I'm Nobara Kugisaki," she declared, a glint of pride in her uninjured brown eye. Her name seemed to stand as an invincible emblem, a testament to her identity in the midst of the dark challenges surrounding her.

"Are you a Shaman, Kugisaki-san?" inquired the man in the cloud-patterned kimono, his question fueled by speculation and a hint of curiosity. It had been years since he had encountered someone with similarities, prompting him to seek clarity about Nobara's abilities.

Surprised by the man's observation, Nobara questioned, "How did you know that?" Curiosity tinged with caution colored her inquiry, intrigued by the revelation of her identity as a Shaman.

Nobara, contemplating the man's potential connections with major clans, began formulating escape plans within. Her heart raced, uncertainty taking root as she felt the need to distance herself from potential entanglements.

Reassuringly, Urokodaki tried to alleviate Nobara's worries, "Let's just say I had a feeling. But you don't have to worry." His words carried a calming tone, seeking to dispel any concerns she harbored.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, Nobara hesitated before confessing, "It may sound strange, but I can't go back under any circumstances." Her words carried a profound, unspoken meaning, revealing a hidden complexity in her situation.

As she grappled with the revelation, Nobara hesitated, thinking, "I can't tell him that I'm from the future." The older man sensed her reluctance, recognizing that she held something back. Respectfully, he refrained from pressing further, acknowledging the secrets she guarded within.

Nodding beneath the Tengu mask, he acknowledged, "Then you probably have no home to return to." His words lingered, conveying both an understanding of her situation and subtly extending an option for her to consider.

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