Cursedtechniques Stories

•In which a strange third year makes his appearance at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, also known as Tokyo Jujutsu High, simply because he thinks his missing father might be around this part of the world. IMPORTANT TO KNOW THAT: -Jujutsu kaisen is owned by Gege Akutami -There will be some inspiration from KNY, which is owned by Koyoharu Gotouge -Some characters have been aged up for plot reason -Spoiler -Some theme may make some uncomfortable, such as: Death, gore, swearing, betrayal, and more. -Better read in dark mode -First book -English is not my first language -A couple of things has been made up, so some things may not be completely accurate (curses, curses energy) -Character can be a bit OOC -Can be cringe sorry -I don't own the cover or any pictures in this story

Thrown into a dull world of Cursed Techniques, bound by an inescapable Binding Vow that never lets the drowsiness fade. Born into the equally dull Zenin Clan, Akira Zenin lives a monotonous life, quietly observing a cast of thoroughly uninteresting people. A wave of sleepiness crashes straight into Akira Zenin's mind. "So sleepy." This is a slice-of-life story, focused on the people shaped and affected by the protagonist. If you're worn out from all the fighting and killing out there, this might be worth a try. This is a fan translation of 咒术回战:十影神子没有干劲 by 郁米. Please support the original author if you can.

You were born into a clan that believed the future was something to be owned. Plagued by fragmented dreams you can never fully remember, you grow up surrounded by silence, expectation, and the quiet cruelty of never being enough. The Sight that should grant power instead isolates you. Visions of two boys you've never met haunt your sleep long before fate brings you to them, one brilliant and blinding, the other steady and gentle, both destined to be lost in different ways. This is a story of clan politics, prophecy, slow-burning tragedy, and the quiet horror of realizing that foresight does not mean always mean salvation. A story about memory, inevitability, and the slow unraveling of people who believe they have all the time in the world, and about futures that cannot be changed, only endured.

★ 𝗝𝗨𝗝𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗨 𝗞𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗡 ➝ 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒? ➝ in which - ❝ y/n enconters jujutsu sorcerers on the way to figure out the reason for the massacre of her clan. ❞ © uzivrse

"You're still weak, very weak- Hayashi Y/N." As a new sorcerer introduced to Tokyo Jujutsu High, you are assigned under the infamous Gojo Satoru. The man with the cocky smirk and undeniable boundless power; a man who is impossible to ignore and even harder to impress. Yet despite your efforts to be independent, you are still forced to rely on him more than you could've wished for. The undeniable tension between you and your mentor starts to clear up. Will it lead you down a path more dangerous than any curse? Date Started: 09/17/2024 Date Ended: --/--/---- Copyright © 2024 reiiirennn. All rights reserved. None of the contents on this book may be used, reproduced, or transmitted, in whole or in part, in any form or by any means.

burn me, light me up into flames so you would never look away. → R. Sukuna × fem!oc → Heian era

Just coming up with some cursed techniques. Techniques may or may not have a Domain Expansion attached to them.

Our Three main Villains Ryomen Sukuna : The king of curses Muzan Kibutsuji : The Demon King All for one: The Symbol of Evil After their Deaths were given a task. To Kill someone named Lucius Zograttis in another world or face their punishment. And with just a stupid hint to follow the opposite??? "So... let me get this straight," Sukuna's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You're sending us to fight some unknown threat-" "-in a world where we have no mana," Muzan added, his voice cold. All For One crossed his arms. "And this benefits us how, exactly?" The TVA agent offered a weak smile. "It benefits you by... keeping you alive." Silence. "You're terrible at this," Sukuna deadpanned. "Look, you're strong. You'll figure it out. I believe in you." "I don't need your belief," Muzan muttered. "I need a guarantee." "Details, details," the agent waved dismissively, already pressing a button on his device. "I hate him," Sukuna glared. "Likewise." And with that, they fell into another world.