Cursed | Ryomen Sukuna & Gojo Satoru

(34) Flick on the Head

It's been a few weeks since Kasaii fled.

She now found 'home' in the vast forest that seemed to stretch on endlessly. The dense canopy overhead filtered the sunlight into a soft, dappled glow that danced across the forest floor, creating a serene and almost ethereal atmosphere.

Each morning, Kasaii would rise with the dawn.

The forest was quiet at this hour, the only sounds being the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds.

She would begin her day with meditation, centering herself and calming the storm of emotions that still roiled within her. Memories of her past life and the recent events were a constant presence in her mind, finding balance was proving to be harder than she thought.

After meditation, Kasaii would train.

Her movements became more fluid, a blend of martial arts and swordplay. She pushed herself hard, seeking to reach beyond what she already thought to be her peak physical condition. She would dart through the trees, leap across streams, and practice her techniques against the sturdy trunks.

Occasionally, Kasaii would venture into the nearby villages for food and supplies.

She kept a low profile, always keeping her coat zipped up and its hood up. She avoided unnecessary interactions and kept her presence as discreet as possible. The villagers were kind but wary of strangers, and Kasaii respected their caution. She would purchase what she needed and quickly return to the forest, preferring the silence it offered.

In the evenings, Kasaii would find a quiet spot by a stream and bathed in moonlight, letting her thoughts wander.

She thought of Gojo, Yuji, and her friends. She wondered how they were coping with the fallout of her actions. She also thought of Sukuna, their complicated past, and what the future might hold.

One evening, as she sat by the stream, Kasaii allowed herself to remember the night she had encountered Sukuna in Kyoto during her past life. The memory was still vivid, the emotions raw and intense. Although she was already aware of everything that happened, she still struggled to reconcile her past with her present.

And how could she move on to the future if she still couldn't do that.

"Why did it have to be this way?" she whispered to the silent forest.

The forest, as always, offered no answers.

But it provided her with the space to breathe, to heal, and to contemplate her next steps. She knew she couldn't stay hidden forever. The world outside was in chaos, and she had a role to play in its future.

But for now, she needed this time to gather her strength and find clarity.

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On the other side of the coin.

A society now fractured and vulnerable became the perfect opportunity. In a hidden, dark lair deep within the city, curses gathered. The air was sinister, and the shadows seemed to writhe.

At the center of this den of evil stood Kenjaku, housed within Geto's body. His eyes gleamed with a wicked intelligence as he addressed his cohorts. "Now is the time," Kenjaku's voice echoed through the chamber. "The world of jujutsu is weak, fractured by internal strife."

Mahito grinned. "I've been waiting for this. Their despair will be delicious."

Jogo, nodded in agreement. "We'll burn their world to the ground and replace them."