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"𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄!"
The yells of a very angry woman could be heard from inside of an old house, not very well conserved and taken care off. It was going to fall into pieces at one point or another. Those words were not actually for a maid or servant, it was meant for that little girl.
Satou Y/N. A small fragile child no older than seven having to struggle with her health, curses and parents.
For someone so young, she behaved like a mute adult. Mute by no choice as if she were to speak, her mother would be very upset. Her father overly absent in this tattered household. There wasn't any pillar to hold it together, never it was.
Satou family was in declining since a few years, a few decades exactly. The family was one of the notorious jujutsu users, along with Zenin, Gojo and Kamo. They were quite remarkable in using their curse technique.
Spirit hold Technique, grants de user to physically grab the remnant soul of the curse and manipulate at its will, destroy it and use the remaining shards to create barriers or influence it to follow them by overtaking the gem with cursed energy.
But it came with a cost. The body of the user will be at the sake of the cursed energy, in constant flowing to be like a normal human, to survive. Tangible, visible and healthy.
But now, the clan was reduced to three members. Y/N, her mother and father.
None of her parents had the technique, but she was born with it, though, her hair was different. All the members of the Satou family had white lilac shade hair, but she was born with onyx black. That's what it ticked her mother off, she was born different.
Y/N picked herself up, as much as she could with how weak her body was adding to the beating she had to endure out of her mother's spite.
She nodded, "Y-Yes mother..."
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Y/N snapped her eyes open with a loud gasp of air, coughing and calming her breathing. She sat on her knees, trying to recall her memories of what last happened.
