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"After the incident at Satosakura High School, We discovered the corpse of Yoshino Nagi, Yoshino Junpei's mother, at their home, along with an unsealed Sukuna's Finger– his second left arm's pinky finger.
"We believe Yoshino Nagi was attacked by cursed spirits drawn to Sukuna's finger. There were no visible traces of blood detected on-site, and Yoshino Nagi's body was lying down in her bedroom. Lifting up the blanket revealed only cold packs and ice bags spread beneath it." Kiyotaka reads out from his report in a solemn tone.
After relaying the information, Kiyotaka promptly leaves Nanami and Yuji to stand in the dimly lit hallway by themselves.
"Don't bring your personal feelings into this Itadori-kun. I understand you've met the deceased, but that will only cloud your judgment. Let the adults take care of this," Nanami said sternly, his tone measured and composed.
"Are you saying I'd get in the way, Nanamin?" Yuji's voice held a hint of frustration. "You have to take me with you. That way, we can finally put a stop to that curse,"
Nanami remained silent at Yuji's verbal jab.
He understood Yuji would feel helpless about the situation, but Nanami's concern was rooted in ensuring Yuji's safety.
"As you know, this patchface cursed spirit uses transfigured people. So there are some people beyond saving. If you continue this work, there will be a time you would be forced to kill a person yourself." Nanami blatantly stated, his words were cold but they masked a genuine concerned undertone.
"Will you be able to do it, once that happens?"
Nanami will refrain the young sorcerer from getting blood on his hands, especially when he still doesn't have yet to grasp the mindset of being a jujutsu sorcerer.
A breeze passes by the two of them as a figure approaches. Olga, cladded in her usual exorcist's uniform, enters the tense scene, carrying an air of eerie with her. Her footsteps were soft and gentle, but the arrival of her almost undetected presence brought about an unsettling heavy feeling that was undeniable.
"Nanami," Her icy voice cuts through the air. " I'll watch Yuji. So, there is no need to worry about us. You already know what to do about the curse, so don't disappoint,"
Yuji was about to disagree as he felt that he was being looked down on again. However, Olga made a gesture, putting a finger on her lips, signifying Yuji to remain silent.
With a simple action, Yuji couldn't find himself to utter another word against her. Somehow, he was reassured that she had something in mind that she wasn't telling outright.
"Then, I'd like to ask that the both of you observe Yoshino Junpei." Nanami spoke, his voice unwavering.
Olga inclines her head after being acknowledged by his approval, and puts up a small closed-eyed smile.
"Make sure, he doesn't get away this time."
With that, Nanami nods his head before leaving the older woman with Yuji as he goes on to hunt down Mahito.
Once he had left the space, Olga turned to face the crestfallen boy.
She didn't like the look on his face.
Yuji was usually bright and upbeat. Now, a mixture of frustration, sadness, and a hint of desperation was displayed on his face. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the desire to help was evident.
Olga knew that he had to sort out his thoughts about their situation, so she chose to lean against the wall, waiting patiently until Yuji finally decided to break this silence.
This gave her the opportunity to mull over the individuals she had been presiding over.
Olga was placed into this mission at Satoru's insistence.
While the man was confident that she wouldn't do anything suspicious when he wasn't around, he took counter-measures and placed someone he trusted to watch over her interactions with Yuji.
Nanami was in-charge of leading the mission and was tasked not only to watch over Yuji but Olga too. Although, while he is a notable first grade sorcerer, it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to suppress Sukuna should he take over Yuji or even Olga if she decides to turn on them.
In spite of that, Satoru had faith in him that he would at least make it out alive.
Both Nanami and Yuji were relatively normal people.
Normal people are not equipped to deal with this kind of darkness.
Yet, fate is cruel and untelling.
In the end, normal people are able to become their own monsters whether they like it or not. It's the unfortunate circumstances that follow with life.
Mass destruction of a populace, at its root, most of the time, is mindless destruction without a goal and is simply unacceptable. It has no future.
Taking a deep breath, she finds herself going back to thinking about the man she had killed.
She could not allow Callum to live.
The same could be said with Mahito, and Sukuna.
These beings pursue mindless destruction, which leads to long-term nothingness.
Within nothingness, there is no hope left.
With all these thoughts in mind, it made Olga crave the bitter flavor of a cigar.
Although, there would be a problem if she decided to start smoking in the hallway while still within an enclosed space. Instead, she pops a cut cigar into her mouth, relishing its bitter taste.
Her actions prompted Yuji to stare at her but she closed her eyes, patiently waiting for him to first share his thoughts.
"Sister Olga, don't try to convince me not to go. Just because you see me as a child, doesn't mean I should stay put and leave things be," He finally said, determination shining through his eyes.
She peered at him, and for a moment, her gaze seemed to pierce through Yuji, almost as if seeing into his very soul. "I never planned to. And, Yuji, when have I told you I saw you as a child?"
Olga's words lingered in the air, creating a subtle shift in the atmosphere between them. Yuji stared back at her, captivated by her intensity and the weight of her words. He felt a strange connection with Olga, as if she understood him in a way that few others did.
In a weird sense, it felt like he was seeing his grandfather's image before him. As if Olga was much older than she lets others believe.
"Nanami's definition of what makes someone a "child" and "adult" is different from mine. If there is a God, he is reserved to judge every living thing equally and pass along a sentence based on his judgment on us. In death, there is neither a concept of "child" or "adult" but the weight of our actions that we take in life. So Yuji, do whatever you think is right. I won't stop you because I'm not particularly against it." Olga's voice held a mixture of wisdom and experience, and her eyes seemed to carry the weight of countless memories.
The air seemed to thicken around Yuji and Olga.
In that charged moment, Yuji's mind raced, processing the depth of Olga's words. Her acknowledgment of him as more than just a child resonated within him, striking a chord
that he hadn't fully recognized before.
To Yuji, Olga's perspective was refreshing.
Sure, he was confused that her expression wasn't like anyone else, but it could've been a good thing.
"I've been used to a lot of people telling me about the things that I am unable to change. I am constantly reminded that I'm weak. Thank you, Sister Olga, your words were encouraging," Yuji admitted softly, his voice tinged with empathy.
Olga blinks her eyes several times at Yuji and in the end, sighed heavily.
"You're a sweet kid. Disgustingly so," Olga takes out the cigar. "Let's head outside, I want to take a smoke. Stand away from me if it bothers you,"
"Huh? Do I disgust you?" Yuji questioned, a mix of confusion and concern crossing his features. He didn't quite understand Olga's comment, but he followed her out anyway, hoping to pick up from where they left off in their conversation.
However, she kept quiet as she made her way out of the hallway.
Olga retrieved a lighter from her pocket and lit the cigar that was between her lips. The end of the cigar glowed orange as she took a deep drag, exhaling a plume of smoke into the morning air.
As the smoke dissipated into the dawn of the sky, Yuji's curiosity got the better of him. "Olga-san, I've always wondered… Why do you smoke cigars? Isn't that bad for you?"
Olga's gaze flickered towards Yuji. She considered her answer. She looks at the sky, a mix of orange mixed in with cerulean blue painted a serene atmosphere. "I am not used to peace. In this place, smoking just gives me some semblance of familiarity of what I'm used to. It also reminds me that I don't belong here. As for my health, smoking doesn't really impact it as much."
"Wait, so do you plan on leaving?" Yuji's brows furrowed slightly as he tried to comprehend Olga's words. He stood beside her, the early morning breeze playing with his hair, as they both stared out into the horizon.
"Not anytime soon, I want to see how this whole fiasco with Sukuna plays out. And I don't need you to understand my intentions. I just want to watch it all happen on the front seat," She looked at the ground, her eyes conveyed a depth that was unknown to Yuji.
Yuji was aware that Olga did not see herself as a good person.
Her main identity was that of a religious woman. She's a holy exorcist, which would at least mean that she must've possessed qualities attuned to that profession. Yet, he knows that she was also a contradiction as she wasn't super into matters of faith.
Olga just happens to follow it more closely than most people.
Even as she comes off as unfeeling and intimidating at times, Yuji could sense a hidden melancholy in her.
Recently, as his life had taken an unexpected turn, Yuji has met with many odd people. Although he had known Olga since their first meeting two weeks ago, he knew there were still many things he did not know about her.
Then there was Nanami.
He told them himself about his background and what he thought about the jujutsu society. Other than that, Nanami seemed like any other responsible adult with his priorities sorted out. He was a particular man that valued responsibility above all else.
Lastly, Junpei– a suspect in his mission. He reminded him of his previous friends when he attended normal high school. He was just a regular high school student who had stumbled upon a dark and dangerous secret.
The tragic loss of his mother made Yuji empathize with him on a personal level.
"But you know, Olga-san," Yuji continued, a determined glint in his eyes, "I won't stand by and let people suffer if I can help it. I want to find a way to save everyone,"
She takes out her cigar, exhaling a plume of smoke to her side, so as to not have the smoke reach Yuji. "How about this? First, tell me about your new friend Junpei. Do you think he's worth saving?"
Yuji was taken aback.
"Is there a need to explain why someone needs to be saved?" Yuji asked in a confused tone, unsure about what Olga could be leading to.
It occurred to Olga that the young man in front of her hadn't thought about this matter in depth.
He required a nudge in the right direction if he were to form a more concrete ideal. Olga didn't mind fitting into that role, when Yuji was still a hopeful torch.
"You want to save as many people as possible, but what if the person you save turns up to become another detestable thing? Will that deter you? With you, saving people regardless of who they are and such. Are you confident that you won't regret it? Will you still be able to move forward when that happens?" Olga inquired sharply, her voice cutting through a nerve within Yuji.
Her words were nothing but the truth.
Yuji found that Olga's words were real and that he hadn't yet considered such a possibility.
The question hung in the air, creating a pregnant pause in their conversation. Yuji's brows furrowed as he grappled with the implications of Olga's words. The morning breeze seemed to carry a weight of uncertainty as the cerulean sky witnessed the internal struggle within the young jujutsu sorcerer.
"I... I haven't really thought about it that way," Yuji admitted, a touch of vulnerability breaking through his determined facade. "I mean, I want to believe that people can change, that they deserve a chance. If you ask me if I'll ever regret it, then my answer will be, no. No matter what happens after saving them, if they become evil, then it's my responsibility to stop them,"
It was an outstanding response. She was right, there was still hope for Yuji.
A short-lived smile crept onto her face.
"Very well, that was an excellent answer." She exhaled more smoke, before tapping at the cigar to let the ashes fall off.
She crushed the ashes with the sole of her shoe.
"Did you think I was going to play along and take Nanami's side? I didn't tell you guys about this earlier, but the cursed spirit is no longer at the sewers,"
"The curse spirit is gone?" Yuji asked, blanked with shock. "Then where did it go? And why did it leave the sewers?"
Olga gets closer to Yuji, with a predatory gleam in her eyes. Yuji instinctively backed away, however, Olga only got closer. "Even if that was a newborn cursed spirit, it's fairly intelligent. So by common sense, it wouldn't return to the place where its location had been jeopardized." Her breath was filled with smoke. "I suspect the place Nanami's headed is now littered with traps, keeping him away from its main objective: Junpei."
Yuji's face was drained of color. He stumbled upon the realization of what the curse was doing. "From the very start, it was using Junpei! He killed his mother to get to Junpei!"
She gestured to him to keep silent. "Quiet, Yuji. I brought you out here for a reason. Any moment now, Kiyotaka will be running to us to relay some information,"
As he tried to comprehend the depth of the curse's manipulation, Yuji felt a mix of anger, frustration, and a burning desire to put an end to this twisted game. He clenched his fists, wanting nothing more than to destroy that curse down to its very being.
Olga watches as Yuji's anger festers, a fire burning behind his eyes. She could see his determination and the sense of injustice fueling his emotions. It was clear that he was not only motivated to save Junpei but also driven to take down the curse spirit responsible for orchestrating such a malicious scheme.
She was a little envious that he could easily have something to protect.
"Cool off your head. It's no good to waste your energy before a fight. We'll be meeting with your friend soon enough," Olga advises, moving away from where Yuji stood.
Yuji took a deep breath, trying to rein in his boiling emotions. Olga's words were a reminder to keep a level head. He nodded, acknowledging her advice, and watched as Olga stepped away from him.
"I understand, Olga-san," Yuji replied, his voice steadier now. "I won't let anger cloud my judgment. We have a plan to execute, and I'll make sure we do it right."
Olga did not know what provoked her to take action, but her body moves on its own, landing her hand gently onto Yuji's head. She softly pats the young man's head, brushing against his soft pink pastel hair, in a way to acknowledge his efforts. "You're a good person, Yuji-kun. Stay this way,"
At this point, Yuji knows not to question Olga's remarks. She means well, even when he doesn't fully understand them.
.
.
.
"Hello, Nanami." Olga greeted him over the phone.
"Olga-san, let me speak to Yuji,"
"Sure,"
She passed the phone to Yuji.
"I'm going Nanamin. Don't try to stop me,"
Yuji then lets Olga take over.
"You heard him. I'll be accompanying Yuji… Make sure he doesn't get hurt," Olga reassured.
"And I'll see you there," She added expectantly.
Not willing to wait for Nanami to finish his response, she abruptly ended the call.
With that, Olga returned the smartphone to a nervous Kiyotaka.
"Let's head out," She announces, discarding her diminished cigar at the nearest bin.
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That was a while ago. The drive from Jujutsu High to Satosakura High School was a quick one. It was thanks to Kiyotaka masterful chaperoning them that they were able to reach there in time.
While still in the morning, the only difference now is that the sky had transitioned into a deeper blue.
"Yuji," Olga started, not facing him directly as her attention was on the window. She looked at the changing scenery as they drove, the buildings and streets passing by in a blur of colors and shapes.
"Someone might die." She flatly stated.
"I won't let that happen," Yuji said firmly, his voice carrying conviction.
She turned her head slightly, humming thoughtfully.
"Mnn," Olga nodded her head, acknowledging his resolve.
Kiyotaka pulls the car over to the side of the road, nearing the school.
As they stepped out of the vehicle, Olga didn't forget to thank the jujutsu manager. "Thank you, Kiyotaka. Your efforts are much appreciated,"
The man turned a deep shade of red, barely muttering a quick thank you, speeding off the moment after she closed the door.
They stood at where the gate of Satosakura High School should have been. A 'curtain' barrier had been put up. It was a convenient technique that jujutsu sorcerers have developed which allows anyone with cursed energy to cast a barrier as a means to hide their dealings with such supernatural forces. That way the civilians don't get involved in these cases, while simultaneously maintaining the peace for them about these dark forces.
An impressive feat, Olga thought.
As they entered the dark veil, they were stricken by a creeping feeling, tickling the senses.
This school had become his twisted game of hide-and-seek.
"Yuji, let's split up. Find Junpei while I go after Mahito," Olga instructed.
"Got it," he replied, his voice steady and resolute.
As they separated, Olga turned away from Yuji and walked further into the school grounds.
Olga moved with calculated steps, her eyes scanning the surroundings as she navigated the corridors. Since it's still the morning and there was no student wondering about the hallways, Olga deduces that they were all in the school hall for assembly.
It was a smart move for Junpei, considering anyone walking by themselves right now would immediately notice the darkened sky outside even though it was clear it was a deep blue earlier.
This time, instead of lacing the vicinity with his cursed energy residuals, Mahito completely hides his track making it harder to pinpoint his exact location in the place.
Mahito's reasoning for trapping the kids within the barrier was an odd one. If he wanted to add more people to his inventory of transfigured humans, he could've done so more discreetly. Olga doubts that Mahito had anything to gain by killing everyone in the high school leading to the speculation that this had something to do with Yuji.
Or, more specifically, Sukuna.
Again, these curses only appeared after Sukuna had reincarnated within Yuji.
Yet, cursed spirits themselves aren't able to achieve such a level of intelligence in a short period of time.
Meaning, someone else was pulling the strings.
As she walked, Olga subtly activated her terrain sensory technique. Thin, nearly invisible wires extended from her fingertips, snaking their way through the building's nooks and crannies. With these wires acting as her sensory extensions, she gained a heightened awareness within the perimeter of her wires reach.
Venturing deeper into the school, Olga's intuition guided her through the hallways. The sound of her footsteps echoed softly in the empty building. Olga knows that Yuji would be heading for the assembly hall, so by default, the curse should be near that area. But despite knowing that, she chose not to head there with him. She intended to let Yuji have his confrontation first with Junpei, as she understood the boy had to resolve some things with him.
However, should things escalate beyond Yuji's control, Olga will not hesitate to take over for him.
Olga touches a specific wire, tracing its line with a finger to get a proper reading of their location.
There.
She felt a surge of cursed energy, recognising that it was Mahito's cursed energy signature. She could sense that Yuji and an unknown's – probably Junpei's – cursed energy was near Mahito's.
They were dangerously too close in fact.
She turned her heels, setting up a brisk pace as she darted in Yuji's direction. From where she had stood, they shouldn't be far away from one another. The only worrying factor about all of this was if she could make it to him in time.
A particular wire guides her through the labyrinth of a school with each turn, closing the distance between her and Mahito.
Subtle hints of smoke escapes from her mouth, an indication of her violation to her Oath. Any longer, if she were to maintain her cursed technique, her lungs would be roasted.
And dying before achieving her objective was not on her agenda today.
As she rounded a corner, a familiar sight greets her;
A body.
A witness.
The perpetrator.
"Well, look who decided to show up? Lady, you're in time for the show-!"
With a flick of her wrist, her wires latched onto the curse.
She yanked him out of the building, colliding him into the stolid walls. A huge chunk of the wall broke off, exposing them to the outside. In a swift motion, she takes out her gun and fires five precise shots at Mahito while he was still in the air before he disappears from view, dropping down to the ground floor outside the building.
"What's the situation?" Olga asked as she hastily got down from the stairs to analyze the blue monstrous body before Yuji.
"Junpei's… H-he is-!" Yuji muttered in a shaky voice.
That was Junpei.
"Oh…"
She felt death's presence looming over him.
There was still time.
"Sukuna! that bastard won't heal him!" Yuji hollered, enraged at the entity's defiance within him.
Olga shoots Yuji with a piercing glance.
"Then, what do you want me to do?"
The question was not to be taken lightly.
There was no hesitation.
"Please! If you can, please save him!"
"Even if when I can't,"
Yuji didn't even regard the question. "Yes!"
The scarred-face woman smiled cruelly.
With Yuji's approval, the punishment of her Oath was somewhat pardoned.
The inferno raging within her subsides.
She gets to work, rolling up her sleeves, exposing her red curse markings as she prepares her ritual.
She places her hands onto Junpei's transfigured chest. "But, I'll have to ask of you to deal with that nuisance first, don't let him escape,"
Yuji firmly nodded his head.
"I'll show you a miracle, Yuji,"
Immediately after hearing her, he jumped out of the hole Olga had punctured into the wall.
Slumped on the ground, tears formed in its big beady eyes. It jittered and jerked but that was it.
The body was still warm.
However, she knew that Junpei was no longer with them.
Or, as that curse would say; his soul was distorted and his body couldn't handle it so he died.
Olga was going to perform a risky surgery, involving Junpei's soul to intertwine with her's.
This ritual stemmed from forbidden knowledge that people were not able to comprehend.
And within this world, only she was able to produce such a miracle.
By combining her innate technique and her deep understanding of the soul, Olga was going to reconstruct Junpei's soul into a more durable version and repair his body to its original state.
It's an ambitious feat but Olga was going to stay committed and try to establish that connection.
God forbid, Olga was also going to have to go against the laws of her Oath. Although, the effects of her punishment were nullified as this act was also in accordance with her Oath.
She was being virtuous by saving Junpei.
However, she needed to loosen her Oath a little more as she required a huge amount of her cursed energy output to initiate the process.
Some of the marks on her arms temporarily vanish.
She recites her incantation.
The words she uttered next were in another language unknown to man.
Threads formed around Junpei's body, wrapping it in a cocoon of thin wires woven by Olga's cursed energy.
The soul had already left the body.
But that didn't alarm Olga, since the soul was only displaced.
It still lingered around the body but since the body did not have the proper shape to contain the soul, Junpei's soul could not recognise his deformed body and had "died" as a result.
Olga needed to rebind the soul to the body while simultaneously attempting to restore Junpei's body shape.
Piecing the body back to its original state was not possible. Olga could only reshape it and make it resemble the original as much as possible.
So even if Junpei had died, as long as all the body parts remained intact and that the soul had not wandered off, she could restore his life.
Essentially, Olga was recreating a body with the scraps from Junpei's original form.
Her soul too, was also going to be utilized during this sacred ritual.
As when one intends to recreate something, something else of equal value must be compromised to reach an end that was most promising.
Olga possesses a keen awareness of the unseen. She was well-attuned to her own soul. Therefore, she could pinpoint the configurations of her own soul, and to some extent, the souls of others.
That's why, with her, there was a possibility of saving Junpei.
The soul was not tangible to touch. A regular person would not be aware of the shape of their own soul. The threads that Olga was able to produce via her innate cursed technique bridges the gap of the physical and spiritual world. Meaning, she could use her threads to rebind the soul to the body.
Hot steam pours out from her mouth and nostrils. She could feel that her lungs were flaring up. Her internal body temperature rose but at a slowed and steady pace.
Yet, her gradual deteriorating state was the least of her worries.
She could feel his soul through her threads. His soul was like a liquified mercury of despair and loneliness. In its current volatile state, Olga would need to carefully reshape it into a more solid form that would be suitable for his body to accommodate.
Her hands shined a brilliant light as they were soft and danced delicately over Junpei's body. At Yuji's request, she was determined to weave a new life for Junpei. Removing the cursed energy imbued by Mahito was easy. Olga would only need to rid off the foreign cursed energy that was thrusted upon Junpei's immature state of cursed energy.
The strings attached to his body worked meticulously, weeding out the unfamiliar substance. With that, the body now was prepared to reform.
" "
Olga takes a deep breath, gushing out a heavy plume of smoke. The red markings danced across her skin, signifying the effects of the technique.
With her wires entangled on Junpei's wandering soul, it allowed her to perceive his soul with her own eyes. Junpei's soul was a dimmed light blue.
She could sense the sadness emanating from him.
Mahito's cursed energy no longer had a hold on Junpei's soul. The soul, having recognised that the body resembled some form of familiarity, attempts to re-enter Junpei's body with the usher of Olga's assistance.
" " She continued to murmur the words that carried an unseen meaning.
A fifth of her own soul floats out from her mouth. It was in the form of a murky grey glowing orb. The orb passes through the cocoon she had created around Junpei's physical body and she senses it entering its new abode within his body.
This was a crucial step as should the soul not have a proper configuration, Junpei could risk becoming insane as he returned to life.
She wouldn't want to doom the child any further by half-assing this process.
Threads of energy, intertwine and merge, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and power. The once-erratic soul begins to take on a more solid form, as if being molded by unseen hands.
Olga's concentration deepens, her brows furrowing in intense focus. Her connection with Junpei's soul becomes more profound, as if she can hear his thoughts and feel his emotions. She can sense the turmoil within him, the despair and loneliness that have shaped his life.
With each passing moment, the threads of Junpei's soul begin to align and stabilize, resonating with the rhythm of Olga's chant. The transformation is gradual but steady, like the weaving of a delicate tapestry that holds the essence of one's life.
As the ritual progresses, the room seems to fill with a soft, resonant hum, a harmonious melody that reverberates through the air. Olga's body trembles slightly under the strain, her physical form and her soul intertwined in this intricate dance of creation. Then, a pivotal moment arrives.
The threads of Junpei's soul begin to fuse with his body, slowly reconnecting with every fiber, every cell. The cocoon of energy that envelops him shimmers and vibrates, releasing a gentle wave of warmth that permeates the room.
The transformation is complete.
Olga's hands lower from Junpei's body, and she leans back, breathing heavily. The cocoon gradually dissipates, revealing Junpei's restored form lying peacefully on the ground. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, his features relaxed as if he were merely asleep.
Well, he was. But for how long he remained in his comatose state she could not tell.
Despite her state of exhaustion, Olga manages to pick herself up.
The rubble that surrounds them would be harmful to Junpei's bare body. She promptly sheds her beige coat to cover the naked boy that was resting.
"I am sorry…" She muttered unapologetically.
The sleeping figure before her laid a once dead teenage boy turned into a monster. Through her efforts, he had returned to resemble how he would look before his transformation was done by Mahito.
Yet, he would no longer live an ordinary life. His fated death was altered the moment she decided to save his life.
She had sewn into him the breath of a new life.
Olga wished nothing more for him but to not waste it.
"In the name of the Father." She signed the cross over her forehead, shoulders and chest.
"And of the Son," She briefly shuts her eyes.
"And of the Holy Spirit. Amen." She brings the cross to the tip of her lips.
"I pray that your new life brings you more joy than sadness, Yoshino Junpei," Her words are honest but cold.
She places a soft kiss upon the cool surface of her cross.
From the part of the wall where she had crumbled, she observes Yuji's battle with Mahito. It would seem that Nanami was also present as well, reassuring Olga that Yuji was in good hands.
Olga lets out a hack of blood onto the dented floor. In the aftermath of the ritual, she had to endure this punishment of using her cursed technique.
Even with all her preparation, her good deed was not able to fully nullify the effects of this blessing disguised curse.
"Yo, nun lady~!" An overly cheerful voice chimes as a man approaches her.
Olga's head spun to the direction of the voice.
A deceitful man stares back at her. Eyes shaped into crescents and curved lips. The black stitches circling his forehead were an ominous sign to the dark omens that follow him.
She breathes a deep sigh, at her predicament. A long line of smoke escapes from her mouth.
"Tell me what you want…" Olga's voice was laced with unmistakable authority.
"Clown."
She knew better than to believe what she saw with her vision. The man before her was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
He wore the skin of a dead man, and that, to her, was utterly detestable.
"Who? Me?" He pointed at himself. "I simply want to have a small chat with you, Ms Olga~"
(A/N) In summary, Junpei lives!
Junpei had a lot of wasted potential in the canon story of JJK but, I was hoping that he doesn't have a short-lived life unlike the original in this one.
Though his situation will be like Yuji's, his benefactor won't be Gojo Satoru but Olga!
Hope this creates an interesting dynamic that you guys would enjoy! (when the time for interaction comes)
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