Disclaimer: The Jujutsu Kaisen's characters don't belong to me besides my original characters.

Tags: Overpowered OC, Geto Suguru Lives, Protective Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko is a good friend, Parental Yaga Masamichi

Rate: M

A/N 1: Welcome, thanks for checking out my story. I write this story as a hobby so please expect grammatical and spelling errors ;) I'll try not to make the characters OOC.

A/N 2: This is fanfiction so I hope you won't expect anything realistic here. Moreover, if you like the story, please leave a review as a reward for me ;) Well, that's all I need to say. Please enjoy your reading!


"Asae, you have to endure, you have to be stronger so these injuries won't be a problem anymore. At the same time, you have to heal faster so your mother will have more chances to perform her wonderful cursed technique."

Every time her mother attacked her with cursed energy, despite her inside being numb, her body still hurt like hell. Thanks to all these years of practice, cursed energy already did its job and her wounds soon would be spotless, no scars, a little bit red, and nothing else.

"Asae, can you see this? This is my cursed energy, now I can create stronger cursed creatures. You can see your wounds are already healed, see? This cursed technique is also mine. My wrath, my desperation, my wish for you to be stronger, to be perfect so you could last longer than my love, so you could last until no one else survives." Mother looked at her with crazed eyes.

After almost ten years of her torture, Asae couldn't feel anything besides coldness and while her body moved in autopilot, her mind was being somewhere else. One minute she was standing there and then her mother appeared out of nowhere. As Asae eyed her dazedly, the woman looked around in wonder, and then satisfaction washed across her complexion.

"This day finally comes and I'd say, I may be a bit surprised here. At your age, being able to summon your own territory like this is a great feat you know? And this territory of yours is really powerful, two or three years more and you'll be our clan's strongest sorcerer alive."

Suddenly, her mother stood in front of her with killing intent so thick that her brain began to send panic signals to her body. Instinctively, Asae moved her hand with a neck cut speed, and then her hand was holding something warm, wet, and quite big in comparison with a ten-year-old hand.

"Thump, thump, thump…"

Then she soon realized this 'something' was her mother's heart. Asae looked up to see blood gushing from the woman's mouth.

Mother was smiling. Asae stared at her in wonder. This was the first time mother smiled like that, and what was so funny? Oh right, she could be dead now, she could meet her loved one, Asae's long-gone father. Like a marionette whose strings were cut, the woman dropped down heavily. Asae standing there, stunned. Eventually, she realized her mother was dead. Cold tears started rolling down her cheeks but her eyes remained empty, her body shook like haywire in the middle of a storm.

Asae loved her mother. As a child, she always wondered why her mother was so cold to her; why did her mother only do things that would bring benefits in the form of her battered body, of her never-ending wounds, of her painful sleepless night. Asae, despite being an emotionally stunted child, always loved her strict mother, her dear mother who could hit her, kick her, curse her in a second but also fed her the next moment.

Asae cherished those rare moments when her mother silently gave her food, gave her medicines when she was sick or when those injuries were too much. Even though her mother always said that her weakened state would hinder the training, she still believed that she was loved. Because why else did her mother do anything like that to Asae when she didn't love her? Those actions meant she cared, and that was why Asae would love her mother forever.

As she was daydreaming, the soil under her feet slowly and silently devoured the body, the territory was once again cleaned, spotless.

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