"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐰." - 𝑵𝒂𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏
⟶ He was born a king, and he reigned as a god. Gojo didn't walk-he crushed. His laughter slapped the w...
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✩ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 : 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫 ✩
"𝓒𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓽𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮."
✎⋆。°✩₊˚⋆✎°。⋆
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✎⋆。°✩₊˚⋆✎°。⋆
The Zenin clan functioned under an unbreakable order.
Men walked in front, women followed in silence. Those with cursed energy ruled, those without obeyed. It was a rigid, merciless structure, crushing the weak under the weight of centuries.
Women in the clan only had value if they were useful. Useful to the bloodline, to the clan's prestige, to the power of those who bore the Zenin name. A woman could be a wife, a vessel meant to produce promising heirs. A servant, a shadow ensuring the household ran smoothly. Or an ornament, a pleasing but replaceable presence.
Those who rejected these roles were forgotten, extinguished in some corner of the estate, silenced by centuries of tradition.
Chihiro watched in silence.
From a dimly lit hallway, she observed a group of women seated in a room. They were singing softly, their voices blending into a delicate, floating melody. Dressed in kimonos of muted colors, their wide sleeves concealed their precise, graceful movements. Their notes rose in perfect harmony, as if they had dissolved into the song itself, erased behind the beauty imposed upon them.
Their faces were carefully painted, expressions frozen in an imposed grace. Yet beneath their elegance, Chihiro sensed something else. A quiet tension. A weariness behind their perfection.