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Chapter 3 - Revelation

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A cold draft breezed over my body, sending a soft tingle through my skin. My eyelids unseamed apart as white light blinded my vision. All at once my previous battle rushed back and I took a sharp intake of breath and sat up, shirtless, pale, on a hospital bed. My body ached all at once and only then did I scan over the room but I was met with a brown haired lady in a lab coat. I went to speak but all that came out was a rasp croak.

"Oh you're awake, a bit faster than I had expected" She handed me a cup of water and stood up, her darkened eyebags came to veiw yet she managed to draught a soft smile. "You were pretty damaged when you were brought down here"

I downed the water and gasped. "Down here?"

"Gojo brought you down here after he inspected the curse you were up against. Let's say you didn't look very pretty then"

I nod. "I don't remember a whole lot of what happened, there was this pink haired guy and...who's Gojo?"

The woman gained a knowing smile. "He's an idiot and we'll leave it at that. I'll let him know you're up" The lady went to take her leave.

"Um miss, what do I call you?"

The women popped a cigarette in her mouth before responding. "Shoko. And don't call me miss makes me feel old. I'm still in my twenties"

With that calm note she left me to my devices to go summon whoever Gojo was.

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"Cursed technique?" I ask with slight confusion.

I was currently in the care of a 6'3 ish?, Shoko's descriptions of the man seemed to be accurate enough. Off the bat through our interaction and certain actions proved his idiocricy very much. Yet,I could feel itLike a sixth sense, rippling from his body it was an unwavering continuous flow of power. Whatever level of he was on even as a novice I could tell his class in itself was unreachable.

"Yes, cursed technique. Its a form of manipulating curse energy..."

I assimilate his explanation of some sort of power I apparently had since birth.

"You understand curse energy enough or at least I know you can use it. But curse technique are chaneling curse energy into a black box system"

"So cursed energy goes in and whatever magic I'm born with comes out"

"Technique not magic" He corrects me.

"Same difference." I mutter as Gojo takes me out into an open space.

I watch him get to stance in front of me and a wave of slight aprehension washes over me. He made a small beckoning signal.

Am I really going to fight this guy?

"What's going on?" I take a step back with caution.

"Come at me don't be shy" The adult in front of me had a underlying smirk as though he had a sick joke he could tell.

Slowly I got into a an awkward stance and took a breath. I had no prior knowledge or experience in real fighting in martial arts and nothing could shake the indescribable feeling of knowing this was not going to end well. 

In a quick motion my left foot went out and I threw a punch, just for it to be wafted away.

He spoke with a chuckle that I was already starting to grow wary of. "Good attempt but next time keep it more steady and even then its nothing in the jujutsu world if not backed up with curse energy" His wrist flipped my hand backwards and he palmed my chest sending me toppling back. "And I know you've unlocked curse energy, my eyes can tell me that much, so go on give it a go"

Getting up back into my stance I released a gasp of breath, panting both from the pressure and the unrealistic power that came from the push of Gojo's palm. My mind drifted back to the incident that landed me here in the first place, the boy's kicks and punches were as far from realistic as the strike I had just sustained. Taking heed to advice I drew my memories back to the waking moment where I managed to prolong my life with a shrill sensation I believed to be the curse energy in question. I drew my left foot back and planted my right foot forward, in one sweep I punch forward at Gojo's abdomen my arm surged with curse energy. Yet my fist stopped in midair or rather it was stopped by some invisible force...on the other hand his fist made direct contact to my abdomen and I was sent spiralling back.

"We're going to be here for a while it seems" The silver haired bully in front of me said with a chuckle.

"You're going to keep thrashing me till sundown or what?" I wheezed and sat up.

"Maybe" He said with a slight giggle. I could imagine the glow of whatever coloured eyes he had under his blindfold. Gleaming with amusement. I felt it was going to be a long day.

A/N - Okay so I feel my decriptions kinda fell off on this one but I'm trying to build up more plot in this stage. I have gone through to edit it a bit for your personal pleasure (fingers crossed) but anyways to the people who are reading this the story is not over.