Cursed eyes (Jujutsu Kaisen x Male reader)

29. The Shibuya incident pt.6

(y/n): "You know there's no rice fields or any fields near, do you?"

The man kept walking, spinning his sickle.

(y/n): "No... you clearly don't care so..."

The man without warning launched his sickle at (y/n) but the latter dodged it, and took hold of the chain, wrapping it on his right arm and then yanking it towards him. The man followed the chain and prepared a kick, but (y/n) sidestepped. The latter grabbed the man by the back of his robes with one arm, lifted him, and slammed him on the ground.

(y/n) moved in to stomp him, but the man moved. Using his momentum he sent the sickle straight to (y/n)'s face but he stopped it mid-air. But he wasn't quick enough to dodge an incoming locus, striking him right in the face. Using the distraction the man yanked the chain, causing (y/n) to release the sickle, but the tip of it scraped (y/n)'s uniform, leaving a small cut.

He looked down on where the cut was on his uniform and noticed that the cloth around it was withering and falling to the ground. Leaving a dark patch on it.

(y/n): Don't get cut by that... got it.

The man prepared another slash but (y/n) had already made his move, using his speed to close the gap between the two, sending a punch to the man's stomach packed with his cursed energy, knocking the wind out of him and sending him some steps back.

Using his momentum he jump and spun mid air, sending a powerful kick to the man's head, which succesfully connected. Making him spit some blood.

Suddenly, a black mist began to form around them, covering (y/n)'s sight. The small patches of grass nearby and trees began to wither and die. And as (y/n) accidentaly inhaled the gas he quickly covered his face with his arm, in an attempt to stop the toxic fumes.

Holding air in his lungs (y/n) claped his hands forwards, sending cursed energy that dispersed the mist. But since he inhaled some of it he coughed small drops of blood.

???: "You can't stop the harvest."

(y/n): "... So you can talk, huh... What harvest? What are you even talking about."

???: "The names Kenko... remember it."

(y/n): "Why? I'm going to defeat you anyways."

Kenko laughed, a raspy, unsettling sound. He swung the sickle again, aiming for (y/n)'s throat. But (y/n) caught the handle with his left hand and yanked the weapon free from Kenko's grasp. Without hesitation, (y/n) swung the chain like a whip, striking Kenko across the face. The impact left him dazed, blood trickling down his temple.

(y/n) didn't stop. Channeling his cursed energy, he swung the chain again, this time wrapping it around Kenko's ankle. With a powerful pull, he sent Kenko crashing to the ground. Before the man could recover, (y/n) was already on the move, he ran before Kenko could stand up and picked him up by his robe while continuing to run. Using his momentum he spun and sent him flying to a car, bending the frame of it.

He was about to continue his barrage of attacks but was quickly interrupted by a low grade curse sneaking up to him. But before it could do anything, he whipped the chain around, slicing the curse in two. Another curse emerged, lunging at him with clawed hands, but (y/n) blasted it away with a burst of cursed energy, scattering its remains into black mist.

More low-grade curses began to emerge from the surrounding area, their grotesque forms encircling him. One lunged at his back, but it missed, (y/n) retaliated with a powerful backhand, sending the curse flying.