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The thing about being a jujutsu sorcerer is that you never really get to plan for retirement.
Nobody sits around dreaming about growing old, about having grandkids and a quiet death in a warm bed. That kind of thinking was a luxury reserved for the other 99.99% of the population; the ones who'll never see what hides in the shadows, who'll never feel the terrifying reality of what they unconsciously create.
For the rest of the 0.01%? It's simple. You're born with this gift, this 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, whatever you want to call it. You train, you fight, and eventually you die with a mouth full of blood and a technique half-formed on your lips.
Maybe you take down something ancient and terrible first, maybe you don't. Maybe you save a dozen strangers who'll never remember your face, or maybe you die alone in some abandoned building with no one to bear witness except the curse that's already chewing through your ribcage.
And the world keeps spinning. New curses incarnate from the energy that leaks out of non-sorcerers due to their negative emotions, new kids get drafted into this endless war, new people get added to the ever-growing cemetery of fallen sorcerers.
That's the secret they don't tell you when you take that first step into Jujutsu High, the path doesn't lead anywhere but down. Six feet under, to be exact.
[JUJUTSU KAISEN x FEM!OC]
© Spy by Rokas Aleliunas
↳ Cover was slightly edited by me.
© JUJUTSU KAISEN by Gege Akutami