Cursed Currents | Gojo & Geto

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┏━°⌜ 呪術廻戦 ⌟°━┓
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PROLOGUE
┗━°⌜ 呪術廻戦 ⌟°━┛

The air in the Kamo residence always feels heavy, like the very walls are trying to press the life out of me. It's suffocating, but I've learned to breathe through it, to hold my head high as if the weight doesn't bother me. My footsteps echo in the silent corridor, the sound too loud, too sharp against the oppressive quiet.

I stop in front of the sliding door that leads to the main hall, my hand hovering just above the polished wood. I can already hear the low murmur of voices from within, the deep, commanding tones of my uncles and cousins. They're discussing something important, no doubt. My stomach tightens, a knot of tension I've grown too familiar with. I wonder if they'll even acknowledge me today or if I'll be dismissed before I can speak a word.

I slide the door open, and the voices hush immediately. Every pair of eyes in the room turns to me, a mix of disapproval and indifference. I bow slightly, keeping my face neutral, even though I can feel the tension crawling up my spine.

"Sora," my father says, his voice cold and detached. It's the only greeting I receive, and it's clear from his tone that my presence is barely tolerated, not welcomed.

"Father," I respond, keeping my voice steady, even though my heart is pounding in my chest. I straighten up and step into the room, letting the door slide shut behind me.

The room is filled with my family—my father, my uncles, a few of my older cousins. They're all dressed in the traditional black robes of the Kamo clan, their expressions stern and unreadable. I've seen this look so many times before—the look that says I'm not worth their time, that I'm a burden to their perfect lineage.

But that's not true. I know it's not. I'm stronger than most of them realize. I've honed my blood manipulation technique through countless hours of grueling practice. My control is precise, my attacks powerful, and yet, no matter how many times I've proven myself, they still treat me like a fragile thing, as if I'm bound to break.

My father gestures to the empty spot at the end of the table, the farthest away from him. I'm not surprised; I'm used to being kept at a distance, both physically and emotionally. I walk over and kneel on the tatami mat, folding my hands neatly in my lap. My gaze remains fixed on the table, but I can feel their eyes on me, heavy with judgment.

"We were discussing the upcoming missions for the younger members of the clan," my father says, his voice carefully measured. "You'll be attending Kyoto Jujutsu High, as we've arranged. Your training will continue under their supervision."

I nod, already knowing this. My acceptance into Kyoto Jujutsu High was a formality, arranged by my father and the higher-ups. But even though I'm supposed to feel grateful, I can't help but feel the familiar sting of being sidelined. They don't expect much from me. I'm just the girl—a Kamo in name, but not in power, at least in their eyes.

"And your progress?" My uncle, Ryuu, asks. His voice is deeper, more imposing, the kind that demands answers. "How far have you come with your technique?"

I suppress a sigh, the knot in my stomach tightening. They want to know if I've shown any signs of greatness, any hint that I might possess power truly worthy of our name. But despite all I've achieved, they never seem to notice—or perhaps, they just don't care.

"I've improved my control over blood manipulation," I reply, keeping my voice even. "I can perform multiple techniques simultaneously without losing precision. My speed and strength in combat have also increased."

A murmur runs through the room, but it's not one of approval. My father's expression tightens, and he doesn't bother to hide his disappointment. Despite everything, in his eyes, I'm still not enough. Not powerful enough. Not male enough.