The setting sun stabbed the solemn ray into the lavish apartment, leaving most of it dark. Only one heart beated here. Alone.
Clutched in the red fabric of the sofa, her chest drew labored breaths as she stopped shaking. The fingers between her legs retreated as she put them to her bosom.
She could still smell him. On the fabric. His smell. Not his perfume, not his sweat. Him.
Like crackling firewood on a cold winter evening. Relief. She took a deep breath and her mind ran wild.
Sensations flitted through her mind as her back arched.
The fondling of the hand. The biting of a mouth. He would be so young and virile. And angry and forceful and dominating.
His tongue on her skin. Hungry and greedy before the onslaught of biting teeth. He would hold her tight and pull her hair. And the blunt pain would only push her over the edge.
She would beg him and he would refuse. And she'd forfeit all her dignity and beg harder and then he would make her howl, howl like the bitch she wa–
"Hachiman!!" His name was drawn out like the need of a starving animal. Her own teeth dug into the red fabric and pulled away. The sound of cloth ripping reverberated through Shizuka's chest. White cotton flew in the air.
A long gash on the couch. She didn't care.
Third time. Third time today. She thought between pants. I need to get a grip. A final breath as her body went slack on the mess. Steady breathing came back to her as drool poured on her left cheek. Satisfaction and relief seemed a distant dream to her. Her body was ablaze.
A few minutes later and the smooth clink of a show knob turning let out cold water onto her naked body.
The droplets felt like they would sizzle on her body as if a furnace was lit in her stomach. She rinsed herself desperately, as if trying to clean the filth of lethargy off her skin.
All the while her eyes were closed.
Wrapping a towel around her body she stepped out sometime later and heard her phone ringing.
Who is it now? Mentally sighing as she headed to her living room she found it on the now ruined couch. She made a mental note to get it fixed later.
Annoying Retard
Call Incoming
7:45
"What is it, now?" She said after picking it up and starting towards her bedroom.
"Grade One Mission. Multiple Cursed Spirits. Risk of public exposure. Need experien–" The emotionless drawl of the Jujutsu Window sounded on the other side. Annoying and scratchy. She always dreaded it.
"How many Grade One Sorcerers are on standby?"
"Five."
"You have your answer." She threw her phone on the bed and then threw herself onto it.
Too tired to even be mad at that bastard. Too tired to think. Hachiman–
And so she winked to sleep alone. In the giant bed of her lavish apartment. Alone.
The Morning Sun's dastardly wrath on all who were asleep was stopped by the curtains. The small room was barely lit when the knocks pulled him out of his sleep.
He opened his eyes as he heard them a second time but stayed completely still. Hoping that would make them go away.
But they only returned louder. He groaned before shouting. "Coming. Don't break the door open goddammit."
One would have thought he was half dead the way waddled to the door and opened it.
"Uwah! I didn't know a zombie had moved into our dorms, Itadori!" Of course, Nobara Kugisaki did not fail to remark on it.
All he offered was his blank stare.
"Anyways, Maki-san has invited us to a training session? You coming? Whaat? You're too dead inside to come? Okay we're going, Itadori." An obvious attempt to exclude him.
She turned away from the door and got only a step away before Itadori pulled her back from the collar.
"It'd be a great help if you came, Hachiman-san! I want to fight someone with your kind of Cursed Energy!" And of course. Yuuji could have acted as a substitute for the Sun.
"Too bright. Where do you get that energy from? Don't you guys have anything better to do at Six in the morning?"
He had moved into the first years dorm due to the obvious…'disrepair' that his own had gone under recently.
"What the hell are you talking about Rotten-pai. It's Ten O'Clock."
"That nickname isn't cute at all." He remarked at her.
"You coming or not?"
"Let me get ready."
He slammed the door shut and turned around before robotically walking to his closet.
Something however, took his attention away. On the study table at the far end of the room. Above it's brown wood laye a bone white paper. Folded and neatly tucked into a corner.
He stared at it for who knows how long but ultimately grumbled and shook his head. He felt the dread in his stomach climbing even higher as he took out his clothes and headed to take a bath.
A navy blue shirt with red buttons and rolled up sleeves along with black combat pants. He had not bothered combing his hair and they clearly reflected that. Nobara referred to it as a 'mop' multiple times during their small walk to the training grounds.
The domineering Sun and the upbeat skip in the first year's step and talk failed to infect Hachiman.
It was a rather open area with none of Jujutsu High's usual dense foliage and greenery.
A raised stone path that had both sides curving down covered with green grass.
The training ground itself was sandwiched between that path and a small stream passing down the other side– not much wider than twenty steps.
And of course. Both Kyoto and Tokyo Jujutsu High students were there.
"Oi oi. I thought we were training. What the hell are these guys doing here."
Yuji shrunk under his strongest dead eye stare but Nobara just laughed.
"What? Scared of a little competition Rotten-pai? You might as well accept your fate since you know you're gonna get your ass kicked anyway." she shook her head and raised her hands in an 'I don't know' gesture.
"Hilarious." He remarked and turned his head to where another pair of eyes was trying to dig a hole into his skull.
Mai Zenin stood with her hands folded below her chest. Her usual smug attitude– which was a tamer brand of Nobara's, had practically melted away. Her frown at Hachiman was no light gesture.
His arms felt like knotted ropes and he wanted nothing more than to lie down in some damp hole and never emerge again. And he felt like he was going to hurl if he used Cursed Energy ever again.
As he jumped down to the flat ground Yuji and Nobara walked ahead of him. Nobara of course got back to preening Maki.
His fellow third year, however, turned to him with a red staffed Naginata in her hands. "So you're finally here, Emo-idiot hybrid."
"Yeah yeah, so. Those guys." He nodded to the Kyoto students. "What're they doing here?"
"Duels. After some warm up we'll fight."
"Tournament?"
"No. Point based."
"Great. Please let me fight someone weak."
"Hah" she laughed at him. "Not a chance. You're fighting Todo."
Honestly he wasn't even surprised. "I thought you'd be keen to test yourself."
"As if. I'm not willing to throw a human at that gorilla."
"Oi, I'm offended. What does that say about my status?"
She turned around and laughed while waving to him. "Get warmed up, Hachiman."
Inumaki and Megumi walked up to him.
"Konbu Shake."
He sighed. "Sometimes I feel like you're the only one that understands me, Inumaki. How's your throat coming along."
"Takana Okaka Tuna Sake." The boy's voice was still rough but it didn't seem to be causing him hurt.
"Good. You, Megumi?"
The first year was in a black shirt and Hachiman could see the outline of bandages wrapped around his stomach.
"Ah, Shoko-san said I was healed quickly so there wasn't much damage. Speaking of that, please say my thanks to Hiratsuka-san the next time you see her." He bowed deeply to him.
"Tell her yourself Megumi." He grumbled before moving away. "Yuuji. Help me stretch."
Hachiman sat in a group as he saw the first duel go down.
Mai Zenin walked forward against Mechamaru. It was a rather fierce thing that he witnessed after.
. Mechamaru's puppet was a result of his Cursed Technique which technically disqualified him but Maki had allowed it.
Cursed Energy usage was allowed but Cursed Techniques were off the table.
Mechamaru did not risk any physical harm to his own body in the battle which would majorly cut down on the range advantage Maki's weapons gave her.
Maki seemed to realize this too. She seemed to be picking carefully when to punish him and a lot of times even let him go when he was overextended.
However, in the end an Ultra-Canon slammed Maki into the rising slope of the path and the battle was over.
It was a close fight but Mechamaru was simply stronger.
Hachiman thought he should have felt something during the battle. Thrill, curiousity, suspense maybe?
But his face was blank the entire ordeal and nothing came of it.
Next was Panda and Momo. A short ordeal that Panda– for the lack of a better word, breezed through.
And then, today's star show.
"Hachiman, get your ass in the fight. I'll kill you if you lose and bathroom cleaning duty for an entire month."
Maki, who was now sitting ahead of him, shouted. She was obviously pissed from losing so he let the sleeping dog lie.
On the far end Aoi Todo emerged from the crowd with a rictus grin on his face.
They walked towards each other and took their stances.
Todo's torso was leaned forward with the right leg at the front. His arms were positioned above and below his torso. Like a bear about to snap its jaws.
Hachiman on the other hand put his left foot slightly forward and raised his arms in a traditional boxing guard.
"Remember. No Cursed Techniques. Begin!!"
He heard Maki shout behind him but none of them moved. Hachiman wasn't even circulating Cursed Energy.
"Now that I think about it. I have never asked you this question, Zenin. So hear me well and answer with consideration." Todo said as if he was talking about the most important thing ever. "What's your type of woman?"
Yep. Expected it. He put his arms to the sides before Cursed Energy burst into life around him.
The blue aura was thick and flowing. Where before yesterday it had clung tightly to his skin, now it flowed just as freely as any other Sorcerer.
And yet, there was this solidity to it. It looked like even if a bullet train were to crash into him, Hachiman wouldn't move an inch.
What is my type of woman? He wondered with a sigh. Should I give an honest answer? Surely he isn't asking about personality.
"A tall woman with big boobs." He definitely heard some sounds of disgust behind him but he had no time to focus on them.
"AS I THOUGHT!!" Todo was on him like a pouncing beast. "YOU'RE AN INTERESTING MAN, ZENIN!!"
A thick fist headed for his neck, aiming to break his rib cage and knock the air out of him.
Hachiman dodged to the right and let the fist barely graze his shoulder. His own right hand blurred as he entered Todo's guard. The fastest jab he could muster slammed into his opponent's chin and sent him flying.
The victory didn't last long however as Todo vaulted in the air and regained his footing while leaving skid marks on the ground. Hachiman however intended to give him no time to recover.
A right roundhouse kick slammed into the third year's cheek.
Cursed Energy flashed black and shards of darkness flew into the air.
Todo however grinned even wider as he caught hold of the foot planted into his face. Hachiman's eyebrows shot up as danger screeched in his head. He used his locked right leg as support and pushed his left leg into his opponent's chest with a front kick.
He went flying backwards and crashed into the ground back-first before flipping back upright.
A fist planted itself into his right shoulder and he grunted before answering with his own which was blocked. Todo's right hand came in for an uppercut but Hachiman leaned back just enough that it did not graze him.
His left leg whipped into a roundhouse kick that lashed onto Todo's back.
The beast of a man stumbled forward and let out a reflexive straight.
Time slowed. Everything slowed.
Hachiman could feel his own heart in the process of beating.
Ventricular Systole. He thought to himself as he felt the lower muscles of his heart contract.
Ventricular Diastole. Fresh blood flowed into his heart. Red and full of life.
Atrial Systole. It poured into the lower chambers.
Time slowed even further. The fist slowed down even further. It barely seemed to be moving.
Isovolumetric Contraction. Cardiac Muscles squeezed with energy as the blood burst with excitement.
Ventricular Ejection. The flaps opened and blood raced through his veins like magma in the crevices of the earth. Relenting pressure. The reckless force of life.
It felt as if he had been immobile his entire life and only now ran at a death sprint. His eyes alighted with a vision only a handful in history would ever achieve.
Surfaces. The air that surrounded him, that westward blow of the wind, the air pushed off by Todo's fist. His own breath. All of it had different temperatures and densities.
And it led to the creation of surfaces.
Surfaces of air with a uniform density, dancing in and out of existence through random chance. Islands of probability and potential. Like pools of oil floating in the water.
Time picked its pace again and Hachiman's left leg reared up before smashing back down again.
But not to hit the ground.
A large surface had formed near his foot and he 'pushed off' the surface. Just at the right angle. At the right speed. In the right moment.
And Hachiman bounded up and away.
Todo's fist met thin air.
Hachiman did not remove his gaze from Todo and twisted mid air such that his head was facing his opponent.
And then both of his legs pushed off a large surface that had formed behind them. The burst of speed made the world shift colors.
And Todo's hands met…each other.
He clapped as Hachiman suddenly met a face full of dirt.
His right hand which had been cocked back landed into the ground. Cursed Energy flashed black.
Tremors ran through the earth. The air seemed to be ripped apart as a supersonic boom whipped itself in and out of existence around his fist.
The ground erupted in pain as rock faces lifted out of the earth. Tokyo High students all dispersed as the ground below them rendered open in surrender to the blow.
Mutters of astonishment passed through all the students present as they waited till the earth stopped shaking.
The rift formed was almost a hundred steps long and almost ran out of sight parallel to the river.
Yuuji Itadori stared wide-eyed at the small ravine that had been left in the ground. That's beyond just a normal Black Flash!!
Maki walked along the edge of the rift up to its head. Where it's cause was laying face first into the dirt.
"Oi? What the hell was that Hachiman." She prodded his head with the butt of her Naginta as the boy groaned before pulling his fist out of the ground. He pushed himself off of his hands and sat with his legs crossed on the ground. "There's no way that attack was pure Cursed Energy. And that jump, you didn't push off the ground.." Maki had obvious disbelief in her eyes.
"Yuuji." He called out to the first year. Small blue squares coalesced in his hands forming a wide hollow cylinder until it turned into…a blue bucket. "Go get me some water, will you?" He tossed the bucket to him and the first year bounded off to the stream nearby.
"Oi, bastard, I asked you something."
"No. I didn't use my Cursed Technique, Maki." He said the name pointedly.
She had a troubled expression on her face as she looked down on the boy.
Hachiman himself felt like he was about to hurl. Itadori passed the bucket into his hand and he took some water and splashed it on his face.
The world seemed to be throbbing as. Surfaces. Everywhere. Oil flowed through the world in thick strips that curved with the chaos ingrained into reality.
He squeezed his eyelids shut as a bittersweet poison floated around him. The Cursed Energy felt amazing and terrible. Awe inspiring and horrifying. Natural and unnatural.
When he opened his eyes again the world seemed to be normal again.
The air was a transparent fluid again. No more surfaces.
Megumi came up from the side and gave him a hand. He got up while shaking his head.
"The Duel is over." He heard a voice announce as he turned around to look at Todo. He had a concentrated look on his face as if his mind was racing a mile a moment. "I used my Cursed Technique before Hachiman did."
"Why did you use it though?" Yuuji asked from behind Hachiman.
Clearly pleased by this question from his younger brother, Todo answered. "You see, my brother. If I was hit with that attack I would have…"
"Died?" said Nobara
"Been Incapacitated?" said Maki.
From the other end of the crowd he saw Mai shout. "Become even uglier? I don't think you can do that Todo-senpai."
"Wrong. I would have been…UNABLE TO ATTEND TAKADA-CHAN'S CHIBA SPECIAL SIGNING EVENT!!" Todo shouted as if it was obviously the most important thing in the world.
Everyone looked at him with a blank weirded out expression on their face.
"Anyways." Hachiman said before walking away from the group and up the slope to the path. "That was fun." His voice was monotone and cheeky. "You guys enjoy your little get together. I have Math homework to do."
He heard calls of his name behind him but he paid them no heed.
Walking upriver was a dreary experience. Hachiman held his Cursed Energy under a tight thumb, not even channeling a single shred.
His stomach was doing backflips and his heart was going to beat out of his chest.
Breathing felt like the hot invite of arid desert winds down his throat. He was surprised his nose wasn't bleeding.
Soon the thick greenery of Jujutsu High proper surrounded him. He sat on a raised ledge that was heavily populated with plants.
His arms found their way up to his face and they covered his burning eyes.
No using Cursed Energy today, I guess. He sighed before leaning back. His back brushed on the cool leaves of the plants and if not for looking like a complete idiot, he would have laid down on the cool soil here.
Even more Black Flashes. Why? Why is this happening to me? I don't need them anymore. Tears pressed on his cheeks as he wiped them away. His pure sweet little sister.
And her elder brother, a man who battled grotesque inhuman monsters for a living.
I don't want to…I already know Komachi is alive and well. I don't want to burden her with my...my existence.
Visions assaulted his mind. Her sister, hurt by some stray Cursed targeting her. The talking Plant-like Curse finding out where she lived and….
I don't want to get closer to her. I can't hurt her. I don't…want to get stronger. It doesn't matter.
He really regretted waking up that day.
Earlier that morning, Hiratsuka Shizuka was woken up by the horrible insolent ringing of her phone.
She tried to go back to sleep after it had already woken her up but it just kept ringing. And ringing. And–
"God Dammit. What do you want from me?" her beautiful face was snarling and she felt her heart racing.
"Special Grade Mission. Singular Cursed Spirit terrorizing Tokyo Tower. Risk of Public Exposure; Minimal."
Single Cursed Spirit? Special Grade? Also how the hell is Tokyo Tower a minimal exposure risk? Her forehead creased in thought but she spared herself the questions. She would find no answers from just a window.
"Number of Special Grade Sorcerers on Standby. Three."
That however threw her for a real loop.
Three? Usually it's just me and Gojo. Who's third? did that bi…no. It must be Yuta. Yeah. Yuta.
"I accept the mission. Now buzz of befo–" the call cut before she could even finish her sassy remark.
Shizuka almost threw the phone at the wall in frustration. But she was a responsible adult. She didn't actually do it.
Instead she just got up and fumbled open the bedside drawer. The off-brown mahogany wood nested a chalk white box with golden inlaid letters next to a blue lighter.
Cigarettes. She looked at it for an excruciatingly long moment. Really looked at it. Her eyes flicked around the corners of the box. Tracing its edges.
Then her hands darted forward. A cigarette tumbled out of the packet and she took the lighter and…
The first puff felt like relief. Her mind stopped running amok and her spine felt cool. Her butt crashed on the soft bed and she took another. After the smoke left her she realized she was shaking.
She had broken her promise. The thought came to her as an admission of fact. An admission of guilt. Her shoulders dropped but she didn't stop. She got up, walked over to her closet and put on some proper clothes.
The snap of a thumb tore a hole into reality. And she stepped through it. Red, beautiful. Dressed like a Goddess. Smelling like ash.
The other side of the portal opened in a store room. Shizuka set a stumbling mop onto the wall again before opening the door.
Seaweed green tatami mats and yellow sliding doors greeted her along with the smell of miso and tea.
Low benches were set in the large hall and a crowd of guests took light breakfast before starting their day.
On the left the wall was entirely sliding doors. On the right was a glass wall that held an idyllic view of a Japanese garden.
A small pond with a white bridge over it and a tree rising up and out of view.
The room was rather cool despite the summer heat with no air conditioners in sight. The level of subtlety you would expect from the only cafe located next to the Tokyo Tower.
A waitress wearing a green floral Yukata opened one of the sliding doors. Her eyes went wide momentarily when she looked at her but she didn't react to it any further.
Shizuka had her arms folded and was tapping her feet before she got to her after distributing the order.
"What would you like to order for this meeting, Shizuka-san." Sayori's soft voice was like china glass as she held her tray flush to her stomach.
"Niphonia. And a table with some Katsudon and Miso Soup."
"As you wish, Shizuka-san. Please follow me." She bowed before turning around and leading her to her desk.
She often wondered if the waitresses here were so soft spoken off duty. Because if they really were as delicate flowers as they showed themselves to be, she would be impressed they survived in the heart of Tokyo for so long.
Her order came at lightning speed as the same waitress set the plates on her table. "Niphonia will be with you shortly."
Shizuka often blessed the Sorcerer that decided to set the Tokyo Number One Windows Headquarters in the Shien Ji Cafe.
The food was simply divine.
She didn't bother being so formal as she crunched through the flaky fried pork cutlet. The meat was tender and juicy and miso soup rounded off the meal perfectly.
She had put out the only cigarette she had brought in the store room and she regretted it now. What she wouldn't do to have a good smoke after a good meal.
Soon Niphonia walked out of the door.
A dark skinned gyaru with painted pink nails and blonde hair. The blood red Yukata looked out of place on her as she was obviously trying to fit in with the vibe of the cafe.
The cigarette in her mouth did not help.
She casually walked over and sat opposite to Shizuka. Took a puff before blowing it out.
"Whaddaya want, old lady?"
"What kind of joke is this? Did Isshin-san finally get a sense of humor?"
"Isshin-san is as hard an ass as he always was. I'm the new Niphonia."
Shizuka was going to have a headache. The constant puffs of smoke in her face did not help. No wonder Hachiman hates this.
"Where's Yuka?"
"Retired. Said she finally pocketed enough coin to retire to some hole in the sticks and become a teacher there."
"Well color me surprised." She tapped her chopsticks on the navy blue plate. Brown crumbs of the crust bounced on the plate as she stared at them.
So she finally left huh. She felt a solemn happiness at the flight of her friend.
Both of them had wanted to be teachers. They had been an inseparable pair right after Shizuka had graduated from Jujutsu High.
But with her departure she felt jealous though. Thinking of herself in some small town, walking to an elementary school in crisp clothes and a handbag. Dealing with the blissful innocence and stupidity of children all day. Then coming back tired to a warm house. With her hus–
"Oi now. Ya here for a mission or ya here to get lost?" the New-phonia pulled her out of the fantasy as Shizuka almot yelped. "What do you wanna know?"
Shizuka sighed before nodding. For now she had to focus on the mission. But not before… "Waitress! Get me a good bottle of sake!"
"Are you kidding me? Right before a mission? This Curse is a Specia-Grade you know."
"Shut up, brat. I have to drink my sorrows away."
"Your funeral. I'm drinking half of it though."
A few minutes later Shizuka's tongue was running loose over her words.
"That goddamned succubus!! She always had that cutesy tomboy look on her that she used to hook in guys with. You know I threw a big party when I finally became a Special Grade Sorcerer and she brought two guys with her!! Two guys!! I was a virgin at that time and that fucking who–"
"That's enough of a history lesson you old hag." She said while slamming her glass down onto the table. They had caused quite the ruckus and the waitress had been called and whispered to at the other tables. Obvious requests to quiet the ladies down.
They obviously had not complied.
"Zho." The blonde sighed and slammed her glass on the table. "Whaddaya wanna know hag?"
"The spirit." Shizuka answered while staring at the table with a sad look. "Over Tokyo Tower. The Cursed Spirit."
"Mhm, that rat bastard. Showed up early in the morning. Six O'clock. Maybe Seven. Woke me up." She said while frowning. "Thought it was gonna bring down carnage on the civvies. Called the Windows immediately but then it just…stayed still. Didn't do anything."
"Didn't a few guys disappear?"
"Yeah well. They just up and…woosh. Disappeared. No collateral damage and no sighting of a Curse by the undercover windows."
"Mhm. And where is this bastard?"
The sky was a drab blue. Like a worn out dusted rag hung on a clothesline.
Clouds boiled across the sky. Erratic and porous their hollow tendrils morphed into different shapes amongst the heavens.
Hachiman felt his back press against the cool soil. He'd probably look like an idiot to anyone who saw him right now but he couldn't care less.
He pulled in a deep breath and found nothing but dust and grime down his throat. His forehead was beginning to sweat and his clothes were getting itchy.
Hachiman started to get up.
And a Curse floated into his view. It had a whip-like body that resembled a spine and black sclera under green irises.
It looked down at him curiously as it turned its head at him. Almost animal-like.
Hachiman sighed and blue Cursed Energy burst to life around him. It felt like a sneeze that would never come and bile rose to his throat.
But he bit down on his jaw and backhanded the Curse away.
Some timing you have, little guy. He felt the Cursed Energy wash away from his body as he let go of it.
He got up and–
He felt his feet get taken off the ground as his body was flung into the canopy.
A rod of iron must have been swung at his ribs the way he felt. Hachiman was grateful for the reflexive control he had gained of Cursed Energy. Because if not for it, he would have died.
Tree after tree crashed around his back. He cleared thick branches without any effort and broke through two trunks before stopping. In the end he was covered with foliage on a makeshift bed of leaves.
"And here I was thinking, that today couldn't get worse."
From the energy emanating from the Curse he thought it must have been small fry. If the feeling of molten lava being poured down his back was any indication, that wasn't true.
Blue energy flashed into existence around him a second time and he launched off.
The Curse was still floating in the same place. It saw Hachiman coming and coiled its body before whipping it down.
The sound of it meeting Sonic Hammer sent shockwaves rolling through the surroundings.
The Curse didn't wait however as it's tail was pulled back again and it went for a sideways strike this time. Turning all the way around it whipped at Hachiman's neck with its tail.
Only for it to hit nothing.
A hand wrapped around its bony skull as a vice-like grip formed on them. You could almost hear something crack.
"You're not nearly fast enough for how hard you hit…."
The Curse's vision must have turned into a blurring mess due to the speed at which Hachiman slammed it into the ground. It's tail came back around and stabbed at the boy but he dodged and got hold lf it too.
"And not nearly heavy enough. Is it your Cursed Technique?" He picked it's head up before slamming it back into the concrete. Then again. Then again. And again….
A deep hole was left in the ground by the time Hachiman was done. The Curse seemed to be pacified, but…
"Why aren't you turning into Cursed Energy?" He kneeled beside the spirit and poked at it. "Perhaps I have to do it properly."
His left hand shot out and blue squares coalesced into Sonic Hammer again. This time it's head was several times larger than normal using a binding vow that only allowed it to strike once.
There's something weird about this thing. His lips turned into a frown as he looked down at it. Almost like it's…incomplete. The other half of something. Something familiar….
He scoffed and raised the hammer anyways. No matter what. A curse needed to be exorcised.
His arms snapped down as the Sonic Hammer hit its mark. The attack broke up the concrete path they were standing on into bits and pieces.
And below it remained nothing.
The weapon in his hand turned into blue squares again that were carried away by the wind.
"Are you kidding me?" He turned around to look at the newest arrival on the scene. "I knew there was something wrong with that thing. It's a Shikigami."
"Indeed, boy." The woman said as the Cu– Shikigami curled around her neck. She was wearing an azure blue sleeveless top and camo pants. "You fight well. May I ask you a question? You'll have to answer honestly."
"Your student asked me just a minute ago. But, do I even have a choice?"
"Haha. So? What is your type of woman?"
Blonde hair and a teasing smile. The only other female Special-Grade Sorcerer, Yuki Tsukumo.
The portal behind her winked out of reality as her steps met thin air.
A barrier formed below her feet as wind sung in her ears.
Nine-Hundred-and-Ninety-Nine meters above ground. Exactly three times the height of the Tokyo Tower.
"fALL– FALLL,Faaaalllll." The usual broken trill of a Curse's ramblings was almost washed away by the roaring air.
It floated across Shizuka like an upside down mountain almost ten times the size of a large man. It had three grimy yellow eyes with red-scabbed irises.
"I've been expecting you." What really caught Shizuka's attention however, was the lady floating next to it.
No, not floating. Standing on a barrier. Much like herself.
A Goujou-kesa– monk's robe, covered her thin frame. She had a face that Shizuka would expect to see in magazines and her blood-red lips were curled into a confident smile.
"Indeed, boy." The woman said as the Cu– Shikigami curled around her neck. She was wearing an azure blue sleeveless top and camo pants. "You fight well. May I ask you a question? You'll have to answer honestly."
And there were stitches on her forehead.