That Time When I Fell Down the Stairs and Became a Jujutsu Sorcerer

Chapter Two - Year One

It took time, but I was getting the hang of the curse energy manipulation. I could efficiently wreath my dagger in the cursed energy without trouble. Eventually I started to practice sparring with Gojo and Geto, although they certainly didn't make that part easy. My superiority for being able to touch Gojo through the infinity was shattered immediately the first time he threw me in the ground so hard I felt my bones creak.

"Oh you don't know how to fight at all, huh?" He had said leaning over me, lifting up his sunglasses to get a good look at me flat on my back. He grinned and started to talk shit before I put my hand up and touched my fingertips to his lips.

"Don't." I wheezed, "Just... Shut up."

"Oh? Don't shut up or...?" His grin widened.

I scrambled to my feet and stumbled a little, "Again. I'm not done. Just keep going. I'll tell you when I've had enough."

"Perhaps you should take a break?" Geto suggested, stepping forward with his arms out to steady me, "That was quite a hard landing..."

"She's fiiii~ne!" Gojo proclaimed, waving his hand dismissively, "C'mon!"

"Don't worry I got..." I swayed, but lifted my arms, "I got it..." And then my face met the dirt in a passionate embrace.

I didn't get it.

After another month of training I felt like I was actually getting the hang of it. Yaga seemed comfortable with my progress and suggested I join both Geto and Gojo on missions from now on. Honestly, I felt a bit terrified but there was no way I'd let those two know that. If they found out they'd definitely never let me live it down. Well at least Gojo for sure wouldn't. Geto would probably act like he let it go but definitely wouldn't either.

Yaga drove us to the site which was apparently an old warehouse near the docks. I sat in the middle between Gojo and Geto in the back seat, the three of us playing Warioware on Gojo's DS. After a month and a half together we at least got along pretty well in our shared love of video games. Their condescending attitude about curses and all that wasn't a problem since video games were kind of an equalizer for the three of us.

Once we arrived we stepped out into the parking lot, the immediate ominous feeling of a curse leaking out from the nearby warehouse. I squinted, looking through the windows and saw the movement of the many small curses. As my very first mission, it would be a group of multiple small curses. Relatively simple and shouldn't be difficult, apparently.

I took a few steps forward then looked back at Yaga who simply nodded. Turning back towards the door I rolled up my sleeves and unsheathed the dagger on my hip belt. Using my shoulder, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

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̴̡̕ ̵̫͌ ̵͚̎ ̵̯̿ ̷̫̞̏̈ ̶̗͈̔W̷͔̮̓̂h̸̗̫͋̚ą̷̅̅ṭ̴̮͌͘ ̸̗̐̈t̴̡͙͒i̷̭͙̍m̷̞͔̈ẻ̶͕̘̎

̶̢̙͊̆Ǹ̴̛͖ọ̵͌w̵̤̣̿?̴͓̽ ̸͖͂ ̵̧̪̃͛ ̴̼͍̔̐ ̴͇̍̑ ̷̤͈̕ ̴̦̮̄̓ ̶̺̂͋ ̶̩͋͜ ̶̜͌͘N̵̞͙̈́̈ó̸̥̐

̸͕̑̂ ̴͚͓̏̔ ̷͚̃͘ ̵̨͎͛ ̸͎̽͒ ̵͕͙̿͋ ̵̦̾̕ ̷͚̆ ̶͔͝ ̵̥͍̈́ ̸̫̇͂ ̸̦̒ ̴̰̅ͅẂ̷̩̯h̵̥͖͋é̵̺ͅn̸̤͐̏?̸̟̳̽́

The curses twirled in the air, their voices intermittent with the soft flap of their paper like wings. Like thin strips of flesh, they floated gently in the stagnant air. Various shapes, like the extra pieces of paper you have left over after making a paper snowflake. For a few moments it was mesmerizing, but quickly that changed when they caught sight of me.

With a horrific scream in unison, they sprouted terrible thin little arms with tiny hands and began to link together. They formed their own little nasty Voltron, although it looked more like a big net than a cool robot. Dashing forward, I immediately took a good stab at a group of them. Easily I tore through their connection, catching two or three of them and watching them dissolve. The rest quickly reformed, reaching out wildly to catch the outstretched hands of their brethren and fill in the gap.