Jujutsu Kaisen: 'Cursed Potential' [Male Reader X Jujutsu Kaisen Harem]

Chapter 20 - 'Brother In Arms/A New Beginning'

[81 Days... As of writing this, it's been 77 days since I last updated this book, and honestly, by the time I actually get this chapter out (hopefully later this week), it'll be even more. And honestly, it feels like it hasn't been since November that I've updated this book, yet, here we are. I know that the last chapters have been a little slow...mainly in the sense that not an overall movement in the story has taken place. Not that the time that we've used was wasted or anything, the reader's triumph over his old bullies was necessary, but I say this because I can understand why this book has felt slow in other areas as well. 

Hence why I haven't updated in a while. I just haven't felt like writing it lately. But after doing a vote on my community page the other day, a good amount voted for this book to be updated, and so, I like to listen when there seems to be an urge for a book even after a while of going without an update. So, yeah, all those words aside, we're back with a new chapter today, and one that will move this book in a vast direction...a lot. But there's only one way to find out what I mean by that. So sit back, relax, because we're about to go very distant with this story...and I'm not just talking about the Harem expanding~]
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[Your POV]

I was so close. I was right there, I mean, I was literally inches away from it all. After spending the last two years being held back by the memories and hauntings brought onto me by my old school bullies from Kyoto, I thought I had finally vanquished them. After all, what else would one think when upon looking around at the carnage he saw before him, the defeated bodies of those who once believed themselves stronger than he? It's a normal thought process to have in the moment, and as I, (Y/n) (L/n), someone with proclaimed Cursed Potential, looked around at the defeated bodies of Noritoshi; Mai; Miwa; Mehcamaru; and Momo--Fuck, that's a lot of names starting off with 'M' I just realized. Oh, well, doesn't matter--What did matter though...was that I finally felt free. 

Seeing them lie on the ground, unable to move due to the tiredness and defeat that ran through their system, all thanks to myself showcasing the unbelievable power I have since garnered from the last time I properly saw these faces. Freedom normally comes with a great price, and whilst I have given and given, over and over again, more than anyone else will ever know, I felt as if in the end, my confrontation between old Bullies, and the one they once deemed cursed, was rather anti-climatic. Their skills, whilst impressive to others, showed no concern against my own ideals and thoughts. Was I simply that strong? Had I consumed so much power to the point even those that the Higher-Ups of Jujutsu Society consider extraordinary, had become nothing but flies swimming through the air, waiting to be struck down by my mighty hand? 

Honestly, a thought like that kinda made me scared for a moment. Like, if I truly was this powerful...was that a bad thing? I have seen a lot of people swallowed by the power they carry, thus making themselves believe they are better than others, and therefore can do whatever they please. These people from Kyoto are signs of that, yet they were also martyrs. Warnings. That if this power were to ever get to my head, I could become just like them in the blink of an eye. Swallowed by power, corrupted from the inside, and the very cause for my own spark of heroics to be diminished in an instant. Then, truly, everything I had just done to them now, to showcase my difference to them...would be pointless. In this moment, I truly worried that this power I carried was not a good thing, but a curse. I mean, it'd make sense. 

After all, being referred to as carrying cursed potential my entire life would certainly--

Clap! Clap!

(Y/n): [Thoughts] "Huh? Was that...Clappin--"

PUNCH!!

In an instant, my very thoughts were squashed. My mind erased of everything in a second, as a powerful fist landed on the side of my face, and sent me flying through the air. It was as I travelled through the air, seemingly at the speed of light, that I realised two things. One; no matter how powerful you may be, all that power is immediately considered void if one cannot simply keep track of their surroundings. And two; I had lied to myself up to this moment in time. You see, I lied when I said I had defeated all of my own bullies, and therefore felt freedom. I had yet to taste true freedom of the past, only a sample. For whereas the likes of the names I mentioned previously most certainly were defeated, there was one I had yet to face. And he...now stood before me, with a large smile on his face.