jujutsu Kaisen: usurper

training day PT.1

FLASHBACK

Minatiro's dark skin contrasted starkly with the vivid red of the blood staining his hands and clothes. His reflection in the mirror seemed to mock him, a reminder of the violence they had just endured. Sunako's presence beside him offered a sense of grounding in the midst of the chaos.

"It was either him or us," Sunako's voice was steady, though Minatiro could sense the tension beneath her calm exterior.

Minatiro turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "But... did it have to end like this, Sunako? Did we have to resort to... killing him?"

Sunako met his gaze with a mixture of empathy and resolve. "Minatiro, you know as well as I do that he wouldn't have hesitated to kill us. We had no other choice."

Her words echoed the harsh reality they lived in, where survival often came at a steep price. Minatiro felt a heavy weight settle in his chest, the burden of their actions weighing heavily on his conscience.

"I know," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I never wanted this. I never wanted to become a killer."

Sunako's hand found his, offering a silent gesture of solidarity. "We're not killers, Minatiro. We're survivors. We do what we must to protect ourselves and each other."

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Minatiro blinked groggily as consciousness slowly returned to him. He found himself lying in a hospital bed within the confines of the high school infirmary, his head gently cradled in Sunako's lap. With a soft sigh, he murmured, "Hey."

Sunako's eyes met his with a mixture of relief and concern. "Hey, don't try to stand up too quickly," she cautioned, her voice gentle but firm. "You're still very injured, and I can't switch to heal you because the rest of your friends are in the next room."

Minatiro nodded faintly, taking in her words. Despite the throbbing ache that seemed to permeate every fiber of his being, he felt a sense of comfort wash over him at Sunako's presence. She had always been a steadfast companion, a source of strength and support in times of need.

"Thanks, Sunako," he said softly, offering her a faint smile. "For being here."

Sunako returned the smile, her eyes warm with affection. "Of course," she replied. "We're in this together, remember? You don't have to go through this alone."

As the door creaked open, revealing Megumi and Nobara standing in the doorway, relief flooded Minatiro's weary frame. "Megumi and Nobara! Good, ya'll two are alive!" he exclaimed, a flicker of joy dancing in his tired eyes.

Megumi offered a weary smile, his expression reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and determination. "Yeah, we made it through," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of relief. "But the real question is, how are you holding up?"

Nobara stepped forward, concern etched into her features as she surveyed Minatiro's condition. "You look like you've been through hell and back," she remarked, her tone filled with genuine worry.

Minatiro managed a weak chuckle, wincing slightly as pain flared anew in his battered body. "You could say that," he admitted, his voice laced with fatigue. "But I'll live."

As the conversation continued, Minatiro couldn't help but notice the absence of Yuji among his friends. "Where's Yuji?" he inquired, his brow furrowing with concern.

Megumi's expression darkened, a shadow passing over his features. "He didn't make it," he murmured, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Sukuna... he took control, and we couldn't stop him in time."