Ẉ̷̱̈h̶̹̟͙̉̎̐ȁ̷͎̿ ̸̬͖̠́̄ẗ̷̖̥́̒̆ ̵̧͂͂ͅt̴̤͗́̋i̷͕̐̒m̷̧͕̎̇̌e̴̮̍e̵̢͈̲̿e̴̺̬̋̽
̷͖̇̓ ̶̛̤ ̸̫̮̔ ̸̻̔ ̶̖̖̏ ̷͕̭͉́͆̾ ̸͖́̕ ̶̘̱́ ̷̖̈́͛̍Ẃ̴̼̉͘î̴̲l̷͇̱͌̃͆ľ̷̻͖́̌ ̷͎͉͔͊͝t̶̲͌ḣ̵̬͕͒͌͜e̶̛̲̙͂͛͜ ̷̖̽n̸͎̝̼͊̆é̶̬x̸̛̩ͅt̷͉͊͘ͅ ̵̡̫͔́
̴̨̗̽̐̕Ṱ̵̥̿͒͜͝r̷̭̒͜a̵͍̱͆i̵̮̲̒n̷͉͇̑̊͜.̴̡͓̩͝ ̴̧͇̐̈́̋ ̶̹̼͌̈́Ţ̷̐̅́r̴͓̆͝a̶̙͓͆̚͜ḭ̸̧̥̃̅͊ĩ̶͍̎ḯ̵̬͚̚̕ĩ̶̝͊̽i̵̡̩̯̅̓ń̶͒͜
The curse was a small, grotesque creature with gnarled, greenish-gray skin, about the size of a small dog. Its eyes were an eerie shade of glowing yellow, and its sharp, jagged teeth protruded from its twisted, grimacing mouth. The creature's limbs were spindly and seemed almost skeletal, and it had long, bony fingers ending in claw-like nails. Thick, coarse ropes bound it tightly, restricting its movements, as it struggled and snarled in frustration.
I stood up straight again, holding a handkerchief to my palm to slow the bleeding. The wound on the curse was still sealing itself, and I watched as its skin reconnected itself and smoothed again. It's own blood dripped on the ground, dissolving quickly like an acidic substance.
"So Tengen said your healing powers are literally rewriting time, right?" Shoko said, standing behind me with her hand on her hip.
"Yeah," I said with a quick nod her way, "It's not like reverse cursed technique."
" I'll say." She crossed her arms and clicked her tongue before she began, "Whatever you're doing is very wasteful. You just kind of blast the energy at the wound and force your blood to repair it. You need to be more focused and more precise."
"Y-yes ma'am." I said, looking down at the curse again.
"Hey, is that amount of blood even necessary? You might be wasting more than energy with this half-assed attempt." She said, pointing at my hand, "Let's experiment with that for a while first. Gojo and Geto will be better at helping you with your energy than me. Cut the bastard again and use less blood this time."
The curse cried out again as I slashed a wound into its body yet again.
"You okaaa~y?" Satoru called from ten feet back.
I lay on my back on the training field, my eyes clenched shut. God damn his punches hurt. My stomach felt like I'd been hit by a truck and that was apparently not even a fraction of what he could do.
"Ughhh Jesus Christ." I grunted, sitting up, "You're absolutely ruthless, you know that?"
He shrugged, biting his tongue in the corner of his mouth and smirking, "Sukuna would have killed you, so you should be thanking me, really."
"Sadist." I muttered, getting back up onto my feet.
"Yeah? You think so?" He whispered, right into my ear. He was so fucking fast!!
"Fuck!!" I gasped, focusing my cursed energy to block the punch before it knocked me back again.
"C'mon Sarah! Keep it up!" Haibara cheered, jogging in place beside me, "You've gotta keep your energy in your legs! Let the cursed energy do the work before your legs!"
I panted, bent over my legs with my hands on my knees, "Y-yeah…. Yes I'm…. I'm sorry…"
"No time for apologies." Suguru said, coming back from ahead of both of us, "Hurry up now. Stand up."
I groaned, sweat dripping down my chin, and righted myself and began to run again.
As the sun set on the fourteen day of relentless training, I stood in the dimly lit gym, my body weighed down by exhaustion. Beads of sweat clung to my furrowed brow, and every muscle ached as if it'd been pushed to its very limit. With each breath, my lungs burned with the effort of drawing in air. Every step felt like wading through quicksand, but I knew that this fatigue was the price I had to pay for the upcoming fight. The taste of salt on my lips and the blurriness at the edges of my vision were constant reminders of her unyielding commitment to becoming strong enough.
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That Time When I Fell Down the Stairs and Became a Jujutsu Sorcerer
FanfictionIsekai is usually a pretty interesting read. MC gets killed in some wild dramatic way by truck-sama and gets slammed into another world. They get to enjoy some good times in a new environment, maybe become another character, that kind of thing. So t...
