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A soft clink of glassware filled the room, instantly swallowed by a wave of sharp, mocking laughter.
"Who knew the Tsumura clan even had an heir?" the whispers hissed through the parlor. "Don't make a big deal out of it. There's a reason they kept her buried."
"Why?"
"Because the heir is a total nobody. Just a powerless civilian."
The words dropped like dead weight, plunging the room into a heavy, suffocating silence. "So that's why they discarded her", a woman murmured, feigning a look of fragile, innocent pity.
While the Tsumura clan didn't command the monolithic status of the Gojo, Inumaki, or Zenin families, their utility was absolute. Masters of supernatural cartography, they mapped the invisible veins of the world, tracking cursed energy and predicting spirit migrations from the shadows. They were the indispensable backbone of the Jujutsu underworld-which meant the entire sorcerer society had eagerly awaited an heir born with that same legendary, map-reading sight.
Instead, the news broke like a fractured foundation: the Tsumura line was crumbling from the inside, its bloodline humiliated by the birth of an ordinary, powerless girl.