𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 [JJK x OC]

5: You, Who Is, My Satisfaction

'It was then that we saw it, towering over mortal men and stood a top a mountain of corpses. That creature's outline was vaguely human yet it bore too many arms and eyes to be considered such. The earth was razed beneath their feet, the heavens parted to bear witness and hells cheered on the carnage. How wondrous- just like it was in the age of the okami Awaji is the home of gods.'-Shrine keeper of the hidden village, year ████

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3rd Person

The room was dark, so much so that even seeing beyond one's nose was impossible. That, compounded with the utter silence, was oppressive enough to send shivers down the spines of the most hardened of jujutsu society. All of this posturing wasn't for nothing, however; it was all a carefully orchestrated pantomime befitting the importance of this chamber.

This room shrouded in darkness and sanctified with countless talismans shimmers with grand importance; it would be no exaggeration to say that it's the very heart of modern jujutsu society. Deep within the winding temples of Kyoto, nestled between the masterful barrier woven by Master Tengen, lay the seat of the elders, from where the higher-ups hand down their decrees. A throne of greed and power that none wish to enter, for to be brought before the higher-ups could only mean one of two things: either you were to be given an unsavory task or meet a silent end. There was no in-between.

Being in this position would be enough to cause even the most hardened of first-grade sorcerers to quiver. And yet the girl who stood in the very center of the room was utterly unaffected by any of this, only groaning in an apathetic tone.

"How boring... After those three, I thought the other jujutsu sorcerers would be of some merit. But you're all pathetic in comparison; not one of you has been blessed." Ayako sneered as she spoke into the void. Countless talismans bound her body, the very same ones used to tame the curses of Sukuna's severed fingers. Her arms, legs, and body were all sealed, leaving only a portion of her head exposed.

Nonetheless, she still stood proud, not even bothered by the bindings; she just looked in wonderment at the vast lengths they'd gone to to restrain her utterly unamused. "Not saying anything? Was your plan on dealing with me to just bore me to death?"

Still, no one responded, and yet Ayako could hear the rustling of fabric all around her.

"Did you think the darkness could blind me? I can see you, you know, shivering like ants in your seats. Nothing, not even your shame, can escape my eyes." Ayako raised her head, looking down her nose at the men surrounding her. "You're such cowards compared to them, and yet you're in charge. A hierarchy based on anything but strength is truly useless."

As if to rage against Ayako's provocations, the candles around the room blazed to life, illuminating the six figures that encircled the girl. However, their identities remained hidden, with only their silhouettes shown against the paper screens.

"Enough of your insolence!"

"An impudent girl like you should just hold her tongue!"

"We should have bound the rest of her head as well!"

"Silence!" the elder who sat before Ayako ordered, soon quelling the outrage of his peers. Ayako turned her gaze to him, her one uncovered eye shimmering in the dark. "What a wretched thought to imagine that the blood of the Kamo runs through both of our veins!"

Even from behind the paper partition, it was clear that the elder of the Kamo family was trembling in rage at the mere sight of Ayako. She was an existence that he couldn't tolerate. "You have been brought here to stand trial for the sin of your blood. Kamo Ayako, you who was born out of the sins of Noritoshi. Normally, the punishment for your crimes would be execution, or we could seal you away with the rest of Noritoshi's sins for the rest of time. Well then, my disgraced niece, do you have any preference?"