This is meh first fic, it's gonna be "Meh" at best, if I actually try of course.
Heavily inspired by: Thhuulium, man's goated. He writes chapters so fast, it made me feel like I'm a senile old man on a typewriter.
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Within the "Passage of Souls", an inky black and cold abyss, lies a jar, housing a human fetus submerged in a transparent liquid that fills the container.
A one-hundred and fifty year old fetus is in search of his brothers after having sacrificed his life to shield their youngest in the heat of battle, but as of late, his calls haven't been successful in the slightest.
It's lonely here and there are possibilities that the two might have already chosen the path of rebirth, which he was fine with, though he would've hoped that they'd wait for him and the rest but then again, he is in no position to dictate their wishes.
While Choso would want to be reborn, he'd like to wait for the rest of his brothers, no matter how long it'll take.
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Being alone with his thoughts wasn't as comfortable as he normally finds it, probably because of how cold it is, it's even colder than the ice of that white haired person, he couldn't be bothered to remember the name of.
The oldest Death Painting sighs internally, his mind lingered on the fight with the King of Curses as he questioned himself.
'What if I was more inventive? What if I could perform Black Flashes? What if I could learn Reversal? What if I was stronger?'
He would have been able to help his brother more, he could've been able to more meaningfully contribute, but then again, he's only there for extraneous fire power, the plan would've find a way to circumvent his removal
Choso's sure that Todo guy was there seeing how the energy signatures on the battlefield began disappearing one by one as Sukuna charges up his "Kamimo".
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'I wonder what dreaming feels like.'
It's something that he remembers quite clearly asking Yuji about, while he was attempting(heavy emphasis on that part) to teach Yuji Blood manipulation.
He couldn't quite get a clear answer as he couldn't visualise what his eccentric little brother explained, he didn't exactly care about it beyond simple curiosity, he had been awake for the entirety of his life up until when he had to fight Kenjaku.
Only then did he finally know, albeit briefly, what sleeping truly feels like as the body snatcher laid him out.
...Guess he will have to "dose off" a little and find out, it will be a long time before Yuji and the other brothers come to see him anyway, that he was sure of.
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Before Choso lies the familiar dinner table, the grassy fields and clear blue skies. The food is there but the seats were empty.
In the blink of an eye, a man with loosely hanging shoulder-length hair wearing a loose gray robe, similar to Choso's own, simply appeared out of thin air on the opposite side of the dinner table and sat down a seat that was not previously there, it's his inner Curse, his very intrinsic talent and sorcery personalised.
The scenery starts to split as a clear border finds itself written on the grass.
The greenery on the side of Choso's Curse self begins to wilt and die as its sky turns a sickly brown.
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Death Paint. (Choso X Arknights)
Fanfiction"Thank you, Yuji. For being my little brother." Those were the last words Choso, The Human Curse as he begins to depart from this mortal realm, having used his entire being to shield his youngest brother from the blast of the King's "Furnace". He wa...
