Your master, Getou, said that the mission would be easy and that you shouldn't use cursed energy to not catch attentions in the crowd, so there wasn't much that you could do to defend yourself when you were there, surrounded and threatened. You tried to forget about that and waited for the cursed residues to disappear...
As the daughter of the leader of the Jujutsu masters of your village, you were raised to carry his knowledge and his legacy. If only he was a different man, you would be happy to work by his side until your time to take his place finally came, but being the greedy, obsessive individual who cared about nothing but his...
At the sunset, they left you at his temple's entry. As the sun disappeared behind the storm clouds, your memories were vanished, and the conscience of your role as an offer was the only thing you knew for certain.
The King of Curses is impressed that you managed to take the flower from the ground, thus becoming his yearly offer. You still don't know what to think of this, but you certainly don't like being underestimated, not even by a powerful god.
You were just fired from your job and the bills were pilling up on your table. You've been seeking for a new opportunity like crazy and were losing your hope until you saw that babysitter ad, with just the name of a man, an address and a phone number. You've worked with children before, but it was something so tiring...
The life as a waitress at that café was everything you knew - and everything you needed. Coming by the morning, greeting your team mates and spending all your day serving people was something as common as can be, but the safety brought by this routine was something you would fight the heavens to maintain... Except tha...