Weeks had passed since that encounter in the realm of dreams, yet Sukuna and Sayuri found themselves drawn to each other's company night after night. What began as a clash of wills had evolved into a strange camaraderie arguing like a married couple, albeit one with vastly different perspectives on life and death.
Meanwhile, the second event of the exchange program had come to a close, but unforeseen attacks kept them all on high alert. Kamo, Zenin, and Gojo, each members to prestigious sorcery families, known for their unique abilities and the tensions between their lineages, found themselves strolling through the grounds. It was an odd trio indeed—Kamo with his calculating demeanor, Zenin with her sharp wit, and Gojo with her enigmatic charm.
Together, they had decided to focus on improving Gojo's combat skills. Despite her reluctance, knowing her strengths lay primarily in lethal techniques, they insisted she diversify her abilities.
"Come on, Gojo," Kamo urged, his tone tinged with rare patience. "You need to expand your repertoire. It's not just about death, it's about mastery."
Gojo, known for her playful defiance, whined, "But why do I need to excel in things that aren't about killing?"
Zenin rolled her eyes, her demeanor as icy as ever. "Because not every challenge can be solved with death, Gojo," she retorted sharply. "You need versatility."
"And you both need to relax a little," Kamo added, trying to lighten the mood. "Besides, mastering new skills can be exhilarating."
Reluctantly, Gojo acquiesced, recognizing the wisdom in her friends' advice wondering how she the the most cheerful butterfly became friends with a rock and ice. They embarked on training sessions filled with banter and unexpected moments of camaraderie, forging bonds that transcended their initial differences.
As they trained, something dawned on them. It became apparent that Sayeri was surprisingly adept at close combat, outperforming both Mai and Noritoshi.
"What? How? Why?" Mai asked, her usual scowl deepening in disbelief.
Kamo sighed dramatically. "Kill me," he muttered, half-jokingly but with a hint of seriousness.
"Okay!" Gojo chirped cheerfully.
"No, wait! Stay away from me!!!" Kamo backed up, in stance to use his technique.
Mai and Sayuri couldn't help but laugh at the exchange, their bond strengthened by their shared training and camaraderie.
Just then, the senseis arrived, Satoru and Utahime, arguing animatedly about something seemingly trivial.
"I'm telling you, white shirts so~ much better!" Satoru shouted with a grin, his usual playful demeanor in full force.
Iori scoffed, shaking his head. "You're hopeless, Satoru. Black is classic, sophisticated."
"You've got no sense of style, Iori!" Satoru retorted, a playful glint in his eye.
Mai rolled her eyes at their antics, while Sayuri smirked, enjoying the familiar banter between the two senseis.
"Are they always like this?" Gojo whispered to Kamo, who shrugged in response, clearly used to their eccentric mentors.
"Sorry, Onii Chan, but I gotta agree with Sensei. Black is better," Sayuri remarked coolly.
"Oh, shut it—you can't think of anything but black, also. Call me 'Sensei'," Gojo replied in his usual playful tone.
"Okay~ Sensei~," Sayuri scoffed, emphasizing the title with a hint of sarcasm.
"What were you kids up to?" Utahime asked as she uproached the trio.
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Cursed Legacy: Sayuri Gojo
FanfictionThe story revolves around Sayuri Gojo, Satoru Gojo's sister who did not possess the Six Eyes. In fact, their eyes were nowhere similar. Despite this, Sayuri always hid her eyes because they worked in a way eerily reminiscent of her brother's. But sh...
