Genre: Supernatural, Action, Adventure
Premise: Yuuji Itadori, a girl who had the innate ability to manipulate gravity, hated Jujutsu sorcerers her entire life. But a fateful encounter with a person of the Jujutsu world sets her on a collision course with destiny.
Chapter One: Fateful Encounter
Premise: Yuuji Itadori, a girl who had the innate ability to manipulate gravity, hated Jujutsu sorcerers her entire life. But a fateful encounter with a person of the Jujutsu world sets her on a collision course with destiny.
The morning sun cast a golden hue over the quiet town as Megumi Fushiguro made his way to the nondescript middle school that sat unassumingly amidst the bustling cityscape. His footsteps were silent, but his mind was loud with thoughts of the mission ahead. A special grade cursed object, here of all places? he mused, adjusting the straps of his black school bag that contained tools of his trade.
As he entered the school grounds, he could feel the faint pulsations of cursed energy, like the soft beating of a heart beneath the floorboards. He followed the trail, maneuvering through the empty corridors with practiced ease until he reached the science lab. The room was still, the only sound being the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Megumi approached the wooden cabinet where the thermometer box was said to be stored. His hands were steady as he opened the cabinet, but the box was not there. Gone? Impossible. His brows furrowed, and he took out his phone, dialing the familiar number.
"Gojo-sensei, it's not here," Megumi spoke into the phone, his voice betraying a hint of frustration.
On the other end, Satoru Gojo's voice was calm and collected, "Describe the scene, Megumi."
"There's nothing out of place, just an empty space where the box should be. No signs of forced entry, no residual cursed energy. It's as if it vanished into thin air," Megumi reported, his eyes scanning the room for any clues.
Gojo's chuckle resonated through the phone, "Well, that's inconvenient. But it's also an opportunity, don't you think? Use those keen eyes of yours. Remember, the absence of something can be just as telling as its presence."
Megumi couldn't help but smile slightly at Gojo's unwavering optimism. "Understood. I'll continue the search."
The call ended, and Megumi pocketed his phone. He let out a deep breath, centering himself. Think. If I were a cursed object of such caliber, where would I hide? The question lingered in his mind as he began to search the room, every drawer, every shelf, every nook, and cranny.
As he worked, his thoughts drifted to his seniors, to Zennin, Inumaki, Panda and Yuta. They would have tackled this with their usual bravado, perhaps even making a game of it. But Megumi was alone, and he preferred it that way. It allowed him to focus, to rely on his own skills and instincts.
Hours passed, and the shadows in the room grew longer, but Megumi's determination did not wane. He knew the importance of securing the object, not just for the safety of the people, but for the balance of the world they lived in—a world teetering on the edge of chaos, held back only by the efforts of those like him.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the school playground where Megumi Fushiguro stood, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. It was an ordinary day by all accounts, but what he witnessed was anything but ordinary.
There, in the midst of the sprawling field, was a girl with striking pink hair that fluttered like a banner in the wind. She was running, her legs pumping with such force and precision that Megumi could scarcely believe what he was seeing. Each stride was a testament to her power, each breath a rhythm that propelled her forward at a blistering pace.
Megumi's arrival at the middle school had been for a singular purpose: to secure a special grade cursed object. Yet, here he was, caught in the unexpected spectacle of a middle schooler shattering athletic records as if they were nothing more than fragile glass.
The girl, Yuuji, was a blur on the track, her form perfect, her focus unwavering. The stopwatch in the coach's hand was redundant; the numbers it displayed were inconceivable. Megumi watched as she crossed the finish line, the digits flashing a time that would make professional athletes pale.
The crowd that had gathered erupted into cheers and applause, a cacophony of admiration and disbelief. But Yuuji didn't bask in the glory. Instead, she slowed to a stop, her chest heaving, a bead of sweat trailing down her temple. It was as if she had done nothing more strenuous than a morning jog.
Megumi's mission had taught him to be observant, to notice the details that others might miss. And as he watched Yuuji interact with her peers, he saw it—the faintest glimmer of cursed energy that seemed to cling to her like a second skin. It was subtle, but to a trained eye like his, it was unmistakable.
He pondered the implications. Was her athletic prowess merely a facade, a byproduct of the cursed energy that resided within her? Or was there something more to this girl who defied the limits of human capability?
As Yuuji walked off the track, her eyes met Megumi's, there was a depth to her gaze, a hidden strength that spoke of untold stories and secrets yet to be revealed.
Megumi's phone vibrated in his pocket, a reminder of the task at hand. He glanced down at the screen, Gojo Satoru's name flashing with an incoming call. With a final look at Yuuji, who was now surrounded by her classmates, he stepped away to take the call.
"Gojo-sensei," Megumi answered, his voice steady despite the questions swirling in his mind.
"Found the object yet?" Gojo's voice was casual, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity.
"Not yet," Megumi replied. "But I think I've found something else. Something… unexpected."
On the other end of the line, Gojo's interest was piqued. "Oh? Do tell."
Megumi recounted his observations, describing Yuuji's extraordinary display and the subtle traces of cursed energy he had detected.
There was a pause, and then Gojo's voice came through, tinged with intrigue. "Keep an eye on her, Megumi. She might be more involved in this than we initially thought."
The call ended, and Megumi pocketed his phone, his gaze returning to the field where Yuuji had been. But she was gone, her presence now just a lingering question in the air.
Megumi's pursuit of the pink-haired girl, Yuuji, ended in the maze of streets that weaved through the city. He had lost sight of her, the surge of cursed energy dissipating as quickly as it had appeared. Panting, he stopped a passerby, "Did you see a girl with pink hair sprint by here?"
The local, an elderly man with a kind face, nodded, "Ah, yes. She's quite the athlete. Always rushing somewhere. If you're looking for her now, she might be at the hospital. Her grandfather's been ill."
Thanking the man, Megumi's mind raced. The hospital? Why would she take such a dangerous object there? With no time to waste, he headed towards the hospital, his resolve hardening. The finger of Sukuna was a ticking time bomb, and every second it remained unsealed, the risk grew.
Arriving at the hospital, Megumi scanned the crowd. The sick and their loved ones moved in a slow dance of despair and hope—a stark contrast to the urgency that fueled him. He approached the reception, describing Yuuji to the nurse on duty.
"Oh, you must mean Yuuji Itadori. She's here every evening after school. Room 305," the nurse said, pointing towards the elevators.
Megumi's heart skipped a beat. Itadori? The name was familiar, a whisper in the back of his mind, but he couldn't place it. He made his way to the third floor, finding room 305 with ease. The door was ajar, and he could hear the low murmur of a conversation inside.
The hospital room, bathed in the soft glow of the evening light, was a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within Megumi. He watched Yuuji, her laughter a melody that seemed out of place with the gravity of the situation. The old man beside her, a pillar of fading strength, shared in the momentary joy, oblivious to the storm that was about to break.
Megumi's presence, like a shadow cast upon the wall, brought a sudden stillness to the room. Yuuji's laughter died in her throat as she turned to face him, her eyes a mix of surprise and defiance.
"Yuuji Itadori?"
"You?!" She sneered as she took a karate stance. "You shouldn't have come here," she said, her voice steady.
Megumi's response was calm, though his heart raced with urgency. "I'm here because I must be. That object," he gestured vaguely, "it's not a trinket to be taken lightly."
The old man, sensing the tension, interjected with a voice that carried the weight of years. "Yuuji, tell me this isn't true. Tell me you haven't brought danger to our doorstep."
Yuuji's gaze fell to the floor, a silent admission of her grandpa's fears. "It's true," she whispered. "But I didn't know, I swear I didn't know how bad it was."
Megumi took a step forward, his hand now resting on the hilt of his weapon—a necessary precaution. "The finger of Sukuna is a curse that could bring about untold destruction. It's my duty to secure it."
The old man's eyes, clouded with age, now sharpened with a clarity that belied his frailty. "Duty or not, you will not bring violence into this room," he said, his voice firm.
Yuuji stood, her resolve hardening. "I won't let you take it," she declared, her stance protective. "Not until I understand why this has happened, why my life has been turned upside down."
Megumi's eyes softened, empathy breaking through his resolve. "I know this isn't easy, but we don't have the luxury of time. Others will come for it, and they won't be as understanding as I am."
"All right, talk."
"That is a finger of Sukuna. If you are a cursed energy user, then you should know what that means."
The standoff was a dance of wills, a test of convictions. The old man, a mediator between the past and the present, spoke again. "Yuuji, if what this young man says is true, then we must do what's right. We cannot be the cause of suffering for others."
Yuuji looked at her grandfather, the man who had been her anchor in a world that had shown her little kindness. With a heavy heart, she reached into her pocket, her fingers brushing against the cloth that wrapped the cursed finger.
But it was not there.
Yuuji hesitated, then reached into her bag. Her hand searched the depths, but her expression turned to one of confusion. "It's not here…" Panic flared in her eyes as she pulled out the contents of her bag, but the cursed object was nowhere to be found. Megumi's heart raced—every second the finger was unaccounted for increased the danger exponentially.
Panic surged through her as she frantically searched her bag, her pockets, the floor—anywhere it could have fallen. "It's gone," she said, her voice rising in panic. "I had it with me, but now it's gone."
Megumi's hand fell away from his weapon, the immediate threat replaced by a new, more pressing concern. "If it's lost, we need to find it before it falls into the wrong hands."
Yuuji's phone was already at her ear, calling her friend Sasaki who had last seen the finger.
"Senpai, have you seen the box-"
"Itadori-chan! I am going to unbox it in the old shrine near the pond. Gotta go now!"
"Sasaki-senpai, listen, you can't—" But her words were cut off by a sudden silence. The line was dead.
Sasaki, She's a senior of Yuuji, known for her inquisitive nature and a penchant for exploring the unknown. With an unassuming demeanor and a sharp intellect, Sasaki often finds herself drawn to the supernatural elements that lurk beneath the surface of their seemingly mundane world. Despite her curiosity, Sasaki lacks the knowledge and training to handle cursed objects safely.
Sasaki's relationship with Yuuji is one of close friendship. They share a bond forged through shared experiences and a mutual understanding that goes beyond words. It's this connection that led Yuuji to trust Sasaki with the cursed object, albeit momentarily, not realizing the gravity of her mistake.
"My senpai… she is going to open it!"
Megumi stepped forward, "We need to find your friend now."
Yuuji nodded, her usual vibrancy replaced by a sense of urgency. "She's at the old shrine. She said she wanted to check out the finger there."
"We are going there." He said.
The old man, his face now etched with worry, nodded. "Go, find it. But promise me, promise me you'll keep her safe."
Megumi met Yuuji's eyes, a silent vow passing between them. "I promise."
With that, they left the room, the old man's gaze following them, a silent prayer on his lips for their safety and for the hope that the cursed finger would be found before it could bring calamity upon them all.
The streets blurred past as Megumi and Yuuji made their way to the shrine, the sinking feeling in Megumi's stomach growing with each passing moment. The finger of Sukuna was not just a cursed object; it was a beacon for disaster, and Sasaki was unknowingly lighting the fuse.
As they arrived, the sight that greeted them was one of chaos. The shrine was enveloped in a thick miasma of cursed energy, and at its center stood Sasaki, her eyes wide with fear and confusion, holding the finger aloft.
"Sasaki, put it down!" Yuuji shouted, but it was too late. The energy erupted, and darkness swallowed the shrine.
Megumi's training kicked in, and he leaped into action, ready to face whatever emerged from the cursed storm. This was his duty, his calling, and he would not falter.
The air was thick with malevolence as Sasaki, trembling hands betraying her fear, unwrapped the cloth to reveal the gnarled finger of Sukuna. The moment it was exposed, the atmosphere shifted, a dark current swirling around the old shrine.
Cursed spirits, drawn to the finger's vile energy, began to emerge from the shadows, their forms twisted and grotesque. Sasaki's eyes widened in terror as the spirits advanced, their intentions as clear as the malice in their eyes.
Megumi wasted no time. With a swift incantation, he summoned his divine dogs, spectral creatures of immense power and loyalty. "Protect her!" he commanded, and they lunged forward, a barrier between Sasaki and the encroaching darkness.
Yuuji stood beside Megumi, her eyes focused and her stance ready. Then, she did the unthinkable. With a mere gesture, the gravity around them warped, the cursed spirits suddenly finding themselves bound by invisible chains of force.
The night was a cloak of darkness, pierced only by the faint glow of the moon, as Yuuji stood at the threshold of the old shrine. The air was thick with the stench of malice, a palpable aura of cursed energy that seeped from the very ground beneath her feet. Sasaki, her friend, stood frozen in fear, clutching the accursed finger of Sukuna, the source of the chaos that was about to unfold.
As the cursed spirits began to materialize, their forms twisted and grotesque, Yuuji's heart pounded against her chest. She could feel the surge of her own cursed energy rising to meet the threat, a tempest within her that yearned for release. She had always known she was different, that the power she wielded was not of this world, but nothing could have prepared her for this moment.
The spirits advanced, a horde of malevolence that hungered for the cursed object and the life force of those who stood in their way. Yuuji's eyes narrowed, her resolve hardening like steel. She would not let her friend fall prey to these abominations.
With a cry that echoed through the night, Yuuji unleashed her power. The gravity around her warped, bending to her will as she manipulated the very forces of nature. The cursed spirits, caught in her gravitational pull, were thrown off balance, their forms distorting as they struggled against the invisible chains that bound them.
Megumi, who had summoned his divine dogs to protect Sasaki, watched in awe as Yuuji moved like a dancer amidst the chaos. Her hands were a blur, each motion a stroke of artistry that exorcized the curses with a precision that belied her young age.
The fight was a symphony of violence and beauty, a ballet of destruction that played out under the watchful gaze of the moon. Yuuji's powers were a spectacle to behold, a testament to the untapped potential that lay within her.
As the battle raged on, the shrine became a battleground of light and shadow. Yuuji's energy flared, illuminating the darkness with each curse she banished. The spirits wailed and howled, their voices a cacophony of despair as they were purged from the world of the living.
Sasaki, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination, could only watch as her friend fought to save her. The realization that Yuuji was not just an ordinary girl, was a revelation that would forever change her perspective of life.
Megumi watched, stunned, as Yuuji moved with a dancer's grace, her hands weaving through the air. The curses, now helpless, were exercised with a flick of her wrist, disintegrating into nothingness under her command.
The intensity of the battle grew, each movement of Yuuji's hands banishing the spirits with a precision that left Megumi in awe. She was a whirlwind of power, a force of nature that defied the very laws of reality.
The fight reached its crescendo as Yuuji faced the strongest of the cursed spirits, a behemoth of darkness that towered over her. Its eyes burned with hatred, its form a maelstrom of cursed energy that threatened to overwhelm her.
But Yuuji stood her ground, her spirit unbroken. With a shout that carried the weight of her will, she focused her energy and reversed the gravity around the spirit. It was lifted from the ground, its form contorting as the pressure mounted.
With a final push of her power, Yuuji compressed the cursed energy around the spirit, crushing it into oblivion. The night fell silent, the threat vanquished, and the finger of Sukuna secured once more.
As the adrenaline faded, Yuuji collapsed to her knees, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She had saved her friend, she had protected the innocent, but the cost of her victory was etched in the exhaustion that claimed her.
As the last of the spirits vanished, the shrine fell silent once more, the danger passed. Megumi turned to Yuuji, his expression a mix of admiration and disbelief.
"How did you…?" he began, but Yuuji simply smiled.
"Some things can't be explained," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos they had faced. "But when it comes to protecting my friends, I'll do whatever it takes." Then her face beacme dark. "Unlike some people who care nothing bit their missions."
Megumi nodded, understanding half of it. Together, they turned to Sasaki, who was staring at them with a newfound respect and a touch of fear.
"Are you okay?" Megumi asked, his concern genuine.
Sasaki nodded, her voice a whisper. "Thanks to you both. I didn't know what I was getting into."
"It's over now," Yuuji reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But let's make sure this never happens again."
As the dust settled around the old shrine, a familiar voice echoed through the stillness, laced with a teasing lilt that could only belong to one person.
"Having a little party without me, Megumi?" Gojo Satoru's figure emerged from the shadows, his signature blindfold in place and a playful smirk on his lips. "And with two girls in the middle of nowhere, no less. Should I be worried?"
Megumi, still catching his breath from the ordeal, rolled his eyes. "It's not what it looks like, Gojo-sensei."
Yuuji and Sasaki, still reeling from the night's events, looked on with a mix of awe and confusion at the arrival of the enigma.
Gojo walked over, clapping a hand on Megumi's shoulder. "Relax, I'm just messing with you. But really, what's the situation here?"
Megumi explained the night's harrowing events, from the missing cursed object to Yuuji's unexpected display of power and the near disaster at the shrine.
"Hmm," Gojo hummed, his eyes hidden but the intrigue clear in his voice. "Sounds like you've had quite the adventure. And Yuuji," he turned to the pink-haired girl, "you've got some impressive skills. We should talk more about that."
Sasaki, still clutching her bag, piped up, "And me? What should I do?"
Gojo's smile widened, "For starters, stay away from cursed objects. But don't worry, we'll make sure you're safe."
"As if," sneered Yuji. Venom in her voice. "You people are nothing but scum."
"Why is that?" Gojo asked, genuinely curious.
"You don't care about who dies and who lives," she replied. "You casually kill people and act like nothing happened."
The night air was charged with tension as Gojo Satoru's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by the stern visage of a Jujutsu sorcerer upholding the law. "Kid," he began, his voice firm, "your unwillingness to cooperate has consequences."
Yuuji's eyes widened, her stance shifting as if preparing to use her gravity-manipulating powers. "You can't just kill me," she protested, "I didn't do anything wrong!"
Gojo smiled a bit before raising his hands.
When Yuuji attempted to summon her abilities, nothing happened. Her powers, so formidable just moments ago, failed her completely. It was as if they had been sealed away, leaving her defenseless and exposed.
Gojo approached, his hand outstretched not in aggression, but in a gesture of guidance. "It's not about what you did or didn't do," he explained. "It's about keeping you and everyone else safe. Your powers are a gift, but they need to be understood and controlled."
Megumi watched, a mix of relief and concern etching his features. He knew Gojo's intentions were good, but the sight of Yuuji's defeated expression tugged at him.
Sasaki stood by, her earlier bravado gone, replaced by a dawning realization of the world she had stumbled into—a world where actions had weight, and powers came with responsibility.
As Gojo led Yuuji away, the group was silent, each lost in their thoughts. The night's events had changed them all, binding them together in a story that was only beginning to unfold.
As Yuuji sat in the dimly lit room, the cold metal of the handcuffs around her wrists felt all too real. Megumi and Satoru listened intently as she began to unravel her story, her voice a mixture of bitterness and sorrow.
"I never wanted any of this," Yuuji started, her gaze distant. "My grandpa, he was my world. After my parents… after I lost them, he took me in. He taught me everything—how to harness my powers, how to survive."
She paused, clenching her fists. "He told me stories of the Jujutsu world, of the sorcerers who navigate the fine line between humans and curses. I grew up believing they were heroes, but now…" Her voice trailed off, anger seeping through. "Now, I think they're the reason my parents are gone. They were caught in the crossfire of a battle they had no part in."
Megumi and Satoru exchanged a glance, the weight of Yuuji's words hanging heavy between them.
"My powers, they come from my mom. She had the same abilities, but I never knew her, not really. She left when I was too young to remember." Yuuji's eyes hardened. "I hate her for it, for leaving me with this curse."
The room was silent for a moment before Megumi spoke up. "Yuuji, your powers, your past, they don't define you. You've used your abilities to protect others tonight. That's what matters."
Gojo's presence filled the room with an unspoken authority, his eyes, though hidden, seemed to pierce through the defiance that Yuuji wore like armor. "Yuuji," he said, his voice low and steady, "I understand your anger and your pain. But if you don't cooperate, I'll have no choice but to take measures that ensure the safety of everyone involved. If you roam around like this without being a formal Jujutsu sorcerer, you will get in trouble."
"What do you want me to do?" She asked.
"You should attend our school," he smiled. "Tokyo Jujutsu Tech."
Yuuji's resolve wavered, her stance softening. The threat in Gojo's tone was clear, and despite her reluctance, she knew she stood no chance against his power. With a heavy sigh, she nodded. "Fine. I'll cooperate. But not because I trust you—because I have no other option."
Gojo's expression eased into a smile, not one of triumph, but of reassurance. "That's all I ask for now. Trust takes time to build, Yuuji, and actions speak louder than words. Let's start by securing the finger of Sukuna and ensuring no more harm comes from it."
Yuuji's frustration was palpable as she berated herself for the situation she found herself in. The prospect of attending a school filled with individuals like her, each with their own unique abilities and curses, was daunting. She couldn't help but feel out of place, a misfit among misfits.
Yuuji, with a heavy heart and a mind swirling with recent events, made her way to her grandfather's side. The old man's room had a stillness to it, a quiet that seemed to listen as she spoke.
"Jiji," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've been caught up in a whirlwind. They know about me, about the cursed techniques you taught me."
Her grandfather, his face a map of wisdom and age, listened intently, his eyes locking with hers. "Yuuji, my child, this world… it's not kind. But you have strength and a heart that sees beyond the curses and the darkness."
Yuuji's eyes filled with tears as she recounted the night's chaos—the chase, the fight, the near disaster at the shrine, and how she had been forced to cooperate with the Jujutsu sorcerers.
"I'm scared, Grandpa. They want me to attend their school, to become one of them. I don't know if I can do it," she confessed, the weight of her destiny pressing down on her. "I hate them."
Her grandfather reached out, his hand frail but his grip firm. "Yuuji, you are braver than you know. This path has found you for a reason. You can hate them, you can hate this power, but use it. Use it to make a difference, to protect those who can't protect themselves."
Yuuji nodded. "I will give them a chance. But I will never become like them."
"I don't care if you become like them or not," her grandpa said. "Just don't become to stupid like your moron father or too bitch like your mother."
She giggled at that.
As she walked through the gates of the Jujutsu school, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—resentment for being forced into this new life, curiosity about the other students, and a begrudging acceptance of her own powers. It was a world she never asked to be a part of, yet here she was, about to dive headfirst into the unknown.
The school loomed before her, its ancient walls holding secrets and stories of countless sorcerers who had walked its halls. Yuuji took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
'Time to meet more freaks like me…'
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