[❚❚] 𝝖S𝝦𝝞Ɍ𝝞𝝢Ᏽ 𝝡𝝤Ɍ𝝩𝝖Ⳑ & ƔƖƝƊƖƇƬƖƔЄ ƖMMƠƦƬƛԼ | R. Sukuna | 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷&𝟸

‧₊˚☀︎ ⋅ ONE ‧ ☀︎˚₊⋅

WARNING! Graphic scenes ahead, gore and death are described! Read at your own risk!

A part of you died that night. 

From the ashes of Aokigahara, something else was born—something stronger. The person you once were, the life you once knew, had been consumed with the flames of Aokigahara. Your home, the sacred haven that shielded you from the outside world, was gone. And with it, the version of you who had known love, peace, and warmth. You had to leave the old you behind and accept that everything you stood for was gone. But it was incredibly difficult.

Now, you stood exposed to a world much larger than anything you had imagined, its vastness both awe-inspiring and suffocating. What you once thought was vast—the sprawling embrace of Aokigahara—was but a speck compared to this infinite horizon. For a fleeting moment, you dared to wonder if the world held wonders worth chasing. It made you want to explore this world and see everything it had to offer. Perhaps at its farthest edge, you could reach the stars.

You returned to the remnants of Aokigahara the next day, searching desperately for Sukuna's fingers amidst the gray desolation. The air was thick with the memory of loss, and the charred land held no answers. You knelt there silently for hours, mourning, praying, clinging to the shreds of memories these sacred grounds once held. But no tears or whispers to the wind could bring back what was gone.

You finally embarked on your mission to explore the mysterious, cruel world. You thought it would be easy, as you were an incredible warrior who remained undefeated, however... Each step was heavier than the last, and your body—this new, alien vessel—betrayed you at every turn. This seemingly new body tended to react on its own like you had a sixth sense that you failed to control. 

The very first thing you noticed was that the blades were unresponsive, hanging lifelessly in your hands. You had to haul the chunks of steel in a satchel over your shoulder as you wandered aimlessly. Without your blades, you were at a disadvantage. You were more than capable of fighting with your bare fists, but you quickly discovered that that was not how the world worked. Criminals wielded crossbows, soldiers had spears and swords, huntresses had bows and arrows with their wild companions, and you had... nothing. You needed to find out more about your blades, that was the only solution to get them working again. For starters, the engravings listed on them had to have meant something. It must be the only possible explanation of how you're even alive right now. 

The second major thing you noticed was the hideous creatures that hid from you everywhere you went (which you later discover are curses, the very thing you weren't able to see before). These creatures lurking in this world—curses, they called them—avoid you. It was odd that you could see them so clearly now, an appalling addition to your reality. Perhaps they sensed the storm brewing within, the monster clawing its way to the surface. 

It was a difficult journey, everything around you was unfamiliar. It was nothing like Aokigahara. You were hesitant to hunt, as you didn't know what was edible, and what wasn't. Eventually, it was hunger that led you to a village not far from Aokigahara. Hunger, and a glimmer of curiosity about the people who lived there. 

They bustled with a vitality you had all but forgotten, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they worked and played. You didn't belong here; that much was clear from their stares. You stood out like a sore thumb as you roamed the village. Your peculiar silver hair and towering form marked you as an outsider, and yet... 

"Here! For you!"

A cheerful voice pulled you from your thoughts. A young girl, no older than ten, stood before you, holding out a bowl with a bright smile. Her eyes sparkled with innocence, her small hands trembling slightly under the weight of the offering.