𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 [JJK x OC]

8: The Start of Our Blue Spring

A/N: It's been a few days since JJK ended; I don't create fanfic to "correct" works but because I loved them as they were. And for all its ups and downs, I don't regret loving this story. I respect Gege's writing, even if I'd probably strangle him if I ever saw him.

I had fun, both reading and writing.

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Ayako POV

I hummed silently within the hallowed halls of the Jujutsu headquarters. Seeing Kyoto in person rather than through ancient tattered scrolls had been a novel experience, even if it was brief. This darkened hearth was illuminated only by six candles hidden behind a paper partition, along with six quivering old men who seemingly ruled Jujutsu society.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't wrap my head around it. How could other sorcerers accept these frail old men as their leaders? And look at how they're yelling at me for pointing that out, shouting over each other petulant children.

People like them who should've been devoured and discarded forever ago. Only the strong deserve to rule.

"You have been brought here to stand trial for the sin of your blood. Kamo Ayako, you who was born out of the sins of Noritoshi." The voice of one of the elders boomed, silencing his colleagues. With slight difficulty, I moved my body to face him; every inch of my body was bound with sealing talismans, not unlike the ones that once entombed the finger of Ryomen Sukuna in my possession.

Only my head was spared from the talismans that stifled my use of cursed energy. Nonetheless, my eyes could see through that man's soul. That repugnant hue, I see you are another from the Kamo clan. How distasteful to think that I'm related to one such as you.

"Normally, the punishment for your crimes would be execution, or we could seal you away with the rest of Noritoshi's sins for the rest of time. Well then, my disgraced niece, do you have any preference?" The old man continued, his fists balled with rage as he spoke.

What else could I have done at that pitiful sight but laugh." Hahaha, I see. You make such lofty threats, esteemed uncle. Still, I have to wonder if someone who can execute me even exists, considering what happened to those two? Though I'll gladly devour any other sorcerers you wish to offer."

"You arrogant wench," the Kamo elder growled as his fist slammed into the wooden floor beneath him, causing the candle before him to flicker. His shadow grew, encompassing the thin paper partition as he leaned closer. "Were those exiles so incompetent that they couldn't educate their daughter on the way a girl ought to act? Be grateful you were born with Kamo blood, wretched though your strain may be. Were you not, we would not even entertain your presence."

"Ah, yes, my lineage. You are all so haunted by the past that once you learned that the last direct descendent of Noritoshi Kamo has inherited your sacred technique, you wanted nothing more than to be rid of her. That much made sense to me. But while I was locked up, I began to wonder if the barrier around my shrine would've hidden my identity. No one should have been able to peer past its layers, no one except her. Won't you divulge the truth? Why is it that Master wishes me Dead?"

"Silence!" The elder ordered his rage to grow only with my question. It seems at least that my speculation was correct. "We have wasted enough time on you, no longer! Ayako Kamo, the final trace of Noritoshi's sins, I sentence you to death!"

At that decree, the other elders roared in approval, "I second that there is no more fitting punishment!" One yelled from my right.

"Here, here! Let us be rid of her." Another weathered voice echoed from my right.