𝒀/𝑵'𝒔 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚: 𝒀𝒖𝒋𝒊, 𝑴𝒚 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

The Unwritten Episode: Satoru Meets Utahime

NOTE:

This Chapter contains less interaction with Y/N and mostly focuses on How Utahime met Gojo and how he convinced her to join Tokyo High School of soccer. Also, what is Utahime's new power in this life? There is interaction between Y/N and Utahime too at the end of the Chapter.

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 Utahime POV:

As I ventured into the decrepit mansion, shadows devoured me whole, like a living entity. Cobwebs shrouded crumbling chandeliers, their fragile threads swaying ominously. Vines throttled the walls, as if suffocating the very life from the structure. A blood-curdling scream echoed through the halls, sending shivers down my spine.

Before me, a 12-year-old boy thrashed in agony, entwined in thorny wine branches that seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of their own. Blood dripped from his battered body, staining the dusty floor with crimson tears. A haunting, melodic laugh reverberated from the darkness, sending my heart racing.

I spun around to face the cursed spirit. Her ethereal beauty belied the unspeakable malevolence in her emerald eyes, which gleamed like polished gemstones in the dim light. Vines snaked through her long, raven-black hair, as if alive and feeding off her dark energy. A tattered green kimono clung to her spectral form, the cursed object pulsating with an otherworldly glow in her grasp.

"Release him," I pleaded, my voice trembling with urgency.

Her voice dripped with sadistic sorrow, each word laced with venom. "He called me a monster... Now, he'll join the eternal darkness."

The boy's cries grew fainter, his body weakening as the life force seeped from his fragile frame. Windows shattered, vines bursting forth like skeletal fingers, as if claiming the mansion as their own. Darkness closed in, suffocating the last vestiges of light.I knew I had to act fast, or risk losing the boy forever.

Kitsune POV:

I gazed at Utahime, my tone laced with subtle doubt. "She might be stronger, but I believe you can take her down."

Utahime's eyes narrowed, her whispery reply tinged with annoyance. "Well, thank you, it helps a lot."

I raised an eyebrow, unphased by her irritation. The cursed spirit's twisted grin, however, warranted my attention.

"If you want this boy to live, then you must kill me, which is unlikely to happen. Get ready to die!" Her maniacal laughter echoed, sending chills down my spine.

Utahime's anger ignited, electricity crackling through her veins like a live wire. Her gaze flashed, illuminating the darkening room with an intense, golden light.

With calculated precision, Utahime raised her right hand, forming a fist before her face. As she slid her hand downward, a majestic katana materialized, its blade pulsating with yellow-white electricity. The air around us charged with anticipation.