Chapter 4: Opening Moves
WE'RE DOUBLING THE WORD COUNT WITH THIS ONE EVERYONE. Honestly it's amazing what a complete abundance of free time and lack of respect for a sleep schedule can do for your productivity. That being said chapters like this will not be common it took a lot of effort to get this one on out in a week and I really don't want to burn myself out on this story. Expect to return to our regular length chapters after this. Anyways I hope everyone enjoys this chapter I put a lot of effort into this and I'm really happy with the results. Now onto the reviews!
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Kaori - 5 years ago. Tokyo, Japan.
In hindsight Kaori realized running from home with absolutely zero money, equipment or gear of any kind may not have been the best idea. She had spent weeks on the streets in the freezing cold with nothing but her now old and tattered pajamas. Surprisingly the freezing winter cold hadn't been much of an issue. She was still a sorcerer after all and despite her lack of a usable technique she could still perform basic cursed reinforcement. No, the real problem came from the myriad of curses that were roaming the area. Each and every one of them were seemingly out for her blood and would ignore infinitely easier prey purely for the chance to kill her. It was only after she had killed her fifth curse (with a butter knife no less) in two days that an extremely important fact came back to her: curses were attracted to larger amounts of cursed energy, and while Kaori wasn't a monster like some of her "trainers" she still had a decent amount of cursed energy, hence the massive amount of curses that were attacking her.
Kaori had been trying, admittedly unsuccessfully, to try and suppress her cursed energy, so she wouldn't be constantly attacked. She was… somewhat successful, it varied from day to day but she had managed to cut her encounters down to roughly one per day. Unfortunately while her lackluster suppression had stopped lower grade curses from sensing her cursed energy, the stronger curses still could, and god were they tough. Every day Kaori had to fight for her life at least once, and while she had survived, something that most sorcerers wouldn't be able to claim, she wasn't unscathed . Numerous scars in all shapes and sizes covered her malnourished body, the worst ones by far though came from some form of carrion bird curse. That one had managed to nearly destroy one of her hands and take one of her eyes and if it weren't for the timely intervention of a falling pipe Kaori would have certainly died that day.
After beating the curse to death Kaori had deliriously wandered towards the nearest street, hoping she could scavenge something to bandage her bleeding wounds. She had prepared herself and swallowed her pride as a sorcerer, ready to beg the normals for help. She would never receive it. Between the dirty clothes, her unkempt hair, and overall beat to shit appearance caused everyone she approached to run from her in disgust or fear, or some mix of the two.
It was only by sheer dumb luck that Kaori had survived the ordeal, and after finding some mostly clean toilet paper in a public washroom she had dragged her broken and beaten frame to the dumpster she called home and then promptly passed out from exhaustion and pain. Needless to say, Kaori had nurtured a deep seeded hatred for the normals ever since.
Honestly I can't believe that I ever wanted to help those bastards.
Kaori's current prey began to disintegrate at her feet as the business man she had "saved" ran off without even a thank you in her direction. Then again Kaori was planning on mugging him after she dealt with the curse so maybe he had the right idea. She was about to go find another person wandering down a secluded alley to 'help', and had turned around to do so before the sound of extremely enthusiastic clapping caught her attention.
Looking deeper into the alley Kaori saw a truly strange sight. Emerging from the darkness was a man in extremely fine Buddhist robes, with a gold sash tied around his waist. He had an odd hairstyle with the hair done up in a half man-bun, and wore massive earrings. What really set Kaori off you was the monstrous amount of cursed energy radiating off him though. By god it was easily the most she had ever felt in a single creature, the hateful energy just radiated off him, like the how the sun gave off light, eclipsing most curses with the pure power it radiated.
She was about to start running for her life when the man moved- no, moved was the wrong word, the man appeared in front of her grabbing her hand. She was about to smack him with her trusty pipe, but she was broken out of her thought process when the man started vigorously shaking her hand, and began speaking.
"Wonderful! Wonderfully done little sorceress! It always brings me joy to see the next generation of the true humans ridding the world of the taint of curses." The man's voice was practically singing with joy as he shook her hand, turning Kaori's arm to a noodle with its ferocity.
Though as soon as his joy had shown it quickly vanished as the man went perfectly still, his voice now accompanied by a dangerous edge. "Though I must ask. What were you doing saving the monkey?"
Kaori's fight or flight response once again triggered as the man focussed his cursed energy. Before it had been like a space heater, casually radiating power into the area around him. Now though? All of that power was directly focussed on her, and it felt like hot lava being poured down her face. Faced with that overwhelming power Kaori could only weakly mutter the truth, hoping, begging, that he wouldn't kill her for her response.
"I- I was going to mug him. I'm homeless, you see. And I haven't eaten in days."
The man once again moved faster than Kaori could see, and she prepared for the pain that a strike from him would bring. The strike never came, and instead the man wrapped his arms around her emaciated form and pulled her into a hug, tears running down his face.
"Oh how horrible this is! To think a true human like yourself would be forced to rely on those disgusting monkeys for something as simple as sustenance."
Taking a moment to compose himself the man pulled away from the hug and dried his tears before addressing her again.
"And tell me young one, what do you think of those monkeys? Do you hate that they would let you wander around all along? Injured and alone? Clinging onto life as you are? Tell me, child. Do you hate them?"
Kaori didn't even have to think, the answer falling out of her mouth with pure conviction.
"Yes, I hate them. They parade around, living their pointless lives like they are all the most important people in the room. They have no idea what we sacrifice to make sure they can keep doing that. And even when the cost stares them in the face, injured and alone, they'd rather run than face the truth. They disgust me."
Unconsciously Kaori's free hand drifted up to touch the ruined remains of her eye socket, briefly revealing the scar tissue to the world. The man in front of her stiffened as though he had been struck before he took a knee, meeting her gaze.
"Can I tell you a secret little one? I hate them too. I hate them with all my being. Throughout my years I have seen hundreds of the true humans die to protect those pathetic monkeys. Kids only a bit older than you, torn limb from limb all to do a job they will never be thanked for. Tell me, do you think the strong should protect the weak, dying for them, receiving no thanks? Or should we just get rid of them all and look after our own?"
Kaori could only shake her head. "No. It's not fair that they get to live as they do."
The man continued "And what would you say if one of those monkeys were to harm one of our own?"
Kaori's gaze steeled itself as she spoke. Her previous meekness was gone, and replaced with anger. "Then we should make sure that they can't do that again."
The man stood and gestured for her to follow her "I am about to go rescue another sorcerer from those monkeys. Like you they were cast out of their homes, simply to appease their foolish sensibilities. Would you come with me? I think a face your age would help calm them down."
Kaori simply nodded, and started following the man. A realization quickly hit her as she looked at the man.
"Hey, by the way, what's your name Mr.?"
The man stilled, and turned to face her, his serious face turning upwards into a slight smile.
"My name is Geto little one, Suguru Geto"
Humming in response, Kaori responded "Hi Geto-san. I'm Kaori."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, young Kaori."
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Kaori followed Geto though what looked to be an abandoned apartment building. The area felt heavy with something Kaori couldn't quite comprehend. The area just felt wrong, like someone walking over her yet un-dug grave. The one thing that Kaori could understand about the place was the smell of iron that lingered in the air.
The smell of blood.
Kaori followed along behind Geto with trepidation until eventually Geto stopped at some seemingly unremarkable patch of cracked concrete wall. Kaori watched with curiosity as Geto placed his hand against the wall, seemingly sensing something that Kaori could not.
Geto turned to face her, his face a plastic mask, but Kaori could see a deep hatred in his eyes, it was the same look that her "trainers" would wear when looking at her.
"Kaori I am going to breach the wall, I need you to promise me that you will not follow me in until I come out and say that things are safe. Do you understand?"
Nodding her head Kaori stepped back from the wall and hid herself behind an old rotting wooden palette. But before Geto breached the wall she once again found him looking at her, a look of contemplation on his face.
"Actually before I go, take this," he said while reaching into his robes. Geto pulled out a rather plain looking knife and handed it to her; it wasn't too remarkable by any standard but Kaori could tell it was well made, and the blade's cursed energy sang to her as though it was trying to find a long lost friend. "It's a cursed tool. Use it if any of the monkeys try to make a run for it."
Geto stood back up and brought his hand up to the wall. Cursed energy gathered around his hand for a moment before it separated and coalesced into a vaguely humanoid form. A cursed spirit formed beside Geto, the curse was hunched over, Its hands were grossly oversized reaching all the way down to the pavement. Its spine protruded out of its back as pale emaciated blue skin stretched over gaunt bones. Its head was vaguely deer shaped, its skin had been peeled back to show exposed muscle dripping with blood and its head was adorned with a crown of bones.
Kaori jumped back, readying the knife before Geto stopped her.
"Don't worry, it's my cursed technique, it won't harm you."
Kaori watched as the curse smashed through the wall, blanketing the alley in dust and bricks. Kaori watched as Geto moved into the building, and quickly Kaori heard the telltale signs of combat. Gunfire echoed throughout the apartment and the screams of exertion rang out as people drew weapons and attempted to charge the curse Geto had unleashed.
Kaori already knew how this fight was going to end, but the screams were truly nothing like she had ever heard before. The sounds of dying and desperate men rang out over the wet squelches of blood and torn organs. The cracking of bones accompanied the gruesome symphony, acting as a steady percussion to the melody of torment. Men were being torn limb from limb with no mercy, but then all of the sudden the screams stopped, the sounds of agony faded into the night and all that was left was the occasional dripping of blood.
A second passed, then two, then three, and eventually Geto stepped out of the building. His robes were covered in blood, the golden sash he wore was stained a deep red, and a blotch of some organ had landed just below his eye.
He turned and offered a blood soaked hand to Kaori, and strangely? Kaori couldn't find it in her to care. She took Geto's hand and followed him in. A thick sheet of blood covered nearly every surface of the room, and the smell of iron was so strong Kaori nearly vomited on reflex upon entering. Throughout the room bisected corpses hung from the ceiling, suspended by what looked to be human ribs, or other similar bones. The remains of most corpses were further marred by what looked to be bite marks. Almost every corpse in the room was missing a rather substantial chunk of flesh from various areas of the body. Interestingly the Curse Geto had summoned was nowhere to be seen, it had probably either gone further into the building or disappeared into whatever Geto's technique stored it.
Geto led Kaori further into the building, past all the carnage towards what looked to be some sort of storage room or closet. Without fanfare Geto slid the door open and turned on the light, revealing the grizzly contents of the room. Like the rest of the apartment the room smelt heavily of iron, but there was something else to it, something rotten. Patches of dried blood were visible on the floor, increasing in amount the further in the room Kaori looked. Towards the back of the room, where the largest patch of blood was, Kaori spotted what looked to be a manacle of some kind, hidden behind a stack of crates.
Geto stepped further into the room and started moving the boxes near the manacle. She couldn't fully hear him but he was clearly muttering as he did so. Finally once he moved the last box he stood up and moved out of the way, allowing Kaori to see what, or rather who was chained to the wall.
The child was probably just a few years older than her, messy black hair hung over a bruised and broken face, a bloodied lip and shattered nose further ruining their already damaged visage. Their arms and legs were chained, spread eagle to the wall, held in place by rusty manacles that cut into their wrists and ankles, leaving deep gashes and lacerations that were oozing pus and bile. As gently as he possibly could Geto cut the child free and lowered him to the ground. Kaori was going to ask him something, but as if sensing the question on her lips he turned to speak with her, the answer on his lips.
"This child was from an extremely rural village in northern Hokkaido. They were born a true human in a village of superstitious monkeys. Like all true humans born to monkeys the child complained of seeing things nobody else could, monsters that haunted every building and dark shaded alleyway. "Naturally" the child was designated as an outcast and deemed a delinquent by the fools, but that didn't mean the monsters didn't exist. Unsurprisingly the child's cursed energy attracted stronger curses from outside the village to him, and these curses started causing problems for the monkeys. To them the child was an obvious scapegoat, and so they simply sold him to the Yakuza and washed their hands of the deed, feeling satisfied with themselves for "solving" the problem."
Geto stood cradling the child in his arms as he turned to face Kaori, a psychotic smile split his features as he moved forward and kneeled down in front of her.
"It is my duty to right these wrongs, to remove the foolish monkeys that would dare harm their betters. My goal Kaori is a world without monkeys, a world of true humans, of sorcerers!"
Geto lowered his head and leaned down to be level with her, a burning fire shone through his eyes and was reflected in Kaori's.
"But to destroy the monkeys I will need help. Powerful though I may be, I am one man, and nobody lives forever. So what do you say little one. Will you help me?"
Kaori barely had to think, her answer had probably been formed the day that she had stumbled out onto a street, wounded and covered in blood. A deep hatred within her had been simmering since that day, one that was aimless and without purpose but now… now it had one.
Kaori raised her hand and grabbed one of Geto's hands, shaking it to seal their pact.
"Yes Geto-san. I'll help you kill off the monkeys."
Somehow Geto's grin managed to grow even wider.
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Oko - Yamanashi prefecture. June 7th, 2013.
Blood flew through the air as Oko swung his katana, creating a red arch on the ground as he wrenched Kyofu from the abdomen of his prey. The serrated katana did beautiful work as it exited, rending flesh and organs alike turning the air to a red mist, dying the blade a beautiful crimson. The smell of blood swept Oko up in its beauty, awakening a deep buried urge within him. An urge for carnage, bloodshed, violence, gore, and viscera. A longing sigh escaped Oko's lips as he raised his katana and in a flash he swung it down again, rending flesh from bone. Oko let the beautiful red of guts fill his sight as he let loose with reckless abandon, hacking at the corpse with a manic fervour.
More!
MORE!
MORE!
With a scream Oko swung Kyofu a final time wrenching it in the skull of his now eviscerated opponent. Bloody ribbons of sinew and flesh were strewn around him, and his clothes were similarly caked in gore. With a psychotic giggle Oko kicked the body of his long dead opponent crushing their skull beneath his feet.
"Thought you could take my prey from me fool! You thought I'D JUST LET THAT HAPPEN! NO. NO! I WILL NEVER LET GO! THAT CHILD IS MINE AND MINE ALONE!"
After giving the skull one last kick Oko bent down and severed an ear from the body before stuffing it into an opaque black bag. He was just finishing his "clean up" when the sound of footsteps behind him broke his concentration. Without hesitation Oko drew Kyofu and threw it at the interloper ready to add another kill to today's total. To his immense disappointment the interloper simply deflected the special-grade cursed tool with a colossal axe before picking it up and addressing him.
"Am I interrupting something?" came the condescending voice of his "informant" for this job, Mei Mei. She was dressed in her usual hideous attire, a black nearly featureless jumpsuit that reminded Oko of those shitty American clothes they had in the 90's. Her silver hair was braided and let down in front of her face, obscuring most of her expressions, but Oko could just feel the air of condescension oozing off of her. Sighing, Oko prepared himself for what was likely to be a deeply unpleasant conversation.
"What do you want, Mercenary?" I'm busy." Spat Oko. He raised a spare blade towards Mei Mei, fully ready to kill her and probably the love sick puppy she dragged around.
"Clearly…" she drawled. "Well I can leave you to it if you'd like but I have some information regarding your job that I thought you'd like to hear."
Well nevermind then this was actually going to be worthwhile.
"Then speak you condescending bitch. I have a busy night ahead of me."
"Very well. The child discovered his technique. It's quite similar to Suguru Geto's, only instead of absorbing cursed spirits it simply seems to devour cursed energy instead." A grin split across Oko's face, the stronger sorcerers were always the most fun to kill, and if circumstances had not prevented him he would have already thrown himself at Geto sword drawn, and swinging for his head.
"Ohh~ that so? I wonder if there's any relation. It'd be so fun to take out distant cousins. I wonder if their blood will look any different in the air."
"Only the gods could say Oko, and you would be right in your assumption. It's extremely distant but they are related. A sorcerer from Geto's family emigrated to England in 1784, and Harry's mother, one Lily Potter nee Evans, was a direct descendant of that sorcerer."
A manic laugh ripped from Oko's throat, his lungs heaved as the reality of the situation set in.
"Does- hehe. Does Gojo know he's been raising someone related to one of the most vile sorcerers ever?"
"No. Gojo seemingly doesn't care if he does, or simply doesn't know. Either way the boy needs to die, and in light of his… descent, the higher ups are increasing the offer to ¥100,000,000 on completion or the job, provided you complete a few extra tasks."
"And those tasks would be?"
"Lily had a sister, Petunia Dursley, she married and birthed another potential sorcerer. Needless to say the Higher Ups will not stand for any members of the Geto family to live. Kill them, and make it… exciting."
Sheathing his katana Oko walked towards Mei Mei with his hand reaching out. Upon reaching he shook her hand and leaned in to speak.
"Mei Mei, it would be my genuine pleasure."
"Good." a grinning Mei Mei responded. 'The child will be joining you in England by the end of the month. Happy hunting Oko."
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Miwa Kasumi, Kyoto Jujutsu High. June 27th 2013
"If you were born worthless, the best you can hope to be is mediocre." Miwa had been told that every day since she had entered Jujutsu Society.
From the moment she had stepped into the halls of Kyoto Jujutsu high those words had echoed around her like a cruel maxim. No matter how hard she trained, no matter her accomplishments, all she could hope to be was "good enough to not be useless." Her peers were all blessed with the ancient techniques that had been passed down ever since the dawn of Jujutsu. All her peers all had the benefit of a user's manual so to speak, their techniques well known and documented, their limits known and studied. Miwa didn't have a technique, she wasn't born with one. While her peers began to stride ahead, utilizing their terrifying power to exorcize curse after curse, Miwa struggled to keep up. Her lack of a technique forced her to drag herself through the muck, fighting for every advantage she could get. Day after day she would train and fight, she would get up earlier than all her peers and spend hours upon hours practicing her one skill, her swordsmanship.
It often wasn't enough. Compared to the raw talent of her classmates and the powers they commanded, victory wasn't measured in the number of times she out-shined them. No victory was measured in every fleeting second where she hadn't lagged behind. It was measured in every blow she landed while sparring, and then eventually, every second she lasted once her opponents got the upper hand.
But no matter what Miwa would pull herself back up after every loss. Every time she was beaten down she got back up and learned from the mistake. Every time her classmates exorcised a curse she was there watching from the sidelines, learning everything she could. Every strike, every mistake, every opening, every single technique. She memorized them all so that one day she would no longer be Useless Miwa, so that no matter what. She would not be a burden.
There were days where going on was difficult. Momo was particularly cruel at times, often dismissing her outright for her lack of a technique. "Weak" she had called her, "unfit to be a sorcerer", "pathetic", "useless". Her insults rang on and on around her but she would never let them get to her. Miwa would not allow herself to be useless no matter what.
So she trained, she fought longer and harder than anyone else, she stayed in the training field from sunrise to sunset and sharpened her skills. All of that training and all she had done was claw her way to Grade Three. But that was already a monumental achievement for Miwa. In a world where 80% of your ability was decided by birth, reaching the level of the average sorcerer had been a monumental achievement for her, and so she kept going.
She had taken mission after mission, killed double the curses her classmates had by this point and eventually it earned her an audience with Principal Gakuganji. He had bluntly told her to give up and accept her position in the pecking order. He had told her that she would never reach Grade Two no matter what she did, that her effort was worthless.
She cried herself to sleep that night. Her pride had been shattered by that. If her principal, the person who was supposed to help guide them to become better sorcerers, didn't believe in her, then what chance did she really have? She had spent the next day moping about debating what she was going to do to get stronger, because even though Miwa's pride layed shattered there was one thing she would not do. Give up. She was not now, or ever going to sit down and let the world walk all over her. She was going to pull herself up by her bootstraps and force herself to keep going because there was one thing Miwa Kasumi would not be. A burden. Even if it took her a hundred thousand failures, she would climb her way up to the same heights her peers would reach.
Miwa had thrown herself into training with even more fervour after that. Her muscles screamed in protest every night but week after week, she improved. Nowadays her matches against Momo were a toss up and she could somewhat hold her own against Todo. She still lost, but like before each loss was an opportunity. And Miwa made sure she learned everything she could. The weeks passed and it felt like Miwa was once again gaining ground and getting her footing once again. Then Todo landed his first black flash and the gap between herself and her classmates became a yawning chasm once again.
That had well and truly broken Miwa for a time. How? How was she supposed to compete with that kind of raw innate talent? What was she supposed to do when faced with an insurmountable obstacle? Was the gap between them truly that wide? Unbidden, the voices of her classmates and principal came back to her rattling around in her head in an unwelcome echo. "You aren't good enough", "You're weak Miwa.", "You should just give up.".
"If you were born worthless, the best you can hope to be is mediocre."
Miwa had been listless for a while after Todo came back triumphant from his mission, but if anyone even noticed they didn't seem to care. It took her a while to once again regain her drive but that same promise echoed in her mind alongside the voices of her detractors.
I will not be a burden.
So Miwa resolved herself once again. She took missions with increasing regularity. She drove herself to the brink of exhaustion training her cursed energy. She mastered Simple Domain, the New Shadow Style, she went after anything and everything that could give her an edge over her peers. She did everything she could so that if a chance ever came to prove herself to the wider Jujutsu world she would be ready for it.
And like a ray of sunshine the opportunity came. Both Momo and Todo were off on a mission when she overheard Gakuganji talking about a long term mission that came directly from the higher ups. Miwa saw in this mission her chance to escape her place at the bottom of the pecking order, so she did everything she could to prepare. She mastered Quick Draw, sparred against Todo with ever increasing frequency, and she even took down a Semi-Grade Two curse on her own. The high Miwa felt when she saw the snake-like abomination loose its head and burst into teal flames was something she never thought she would experience. It was a euphoria of accomplishment, it was proof her training was paying off. It was proof she could escape being Useless Miwa.
When the day finally came and Gakuganji announced the mission to the rest of the class There was some shock. It's not often a mission directly from the higher-ups is given to first years after all. Instantly Miwa raised her hand to accept
"Principal Gakuganji. I wish to accept this mission."
"Pfhhhhht." came Momo's eloquent response. "You? What could you possibly do on a mission directly from the higher ups? Those are for the best sorcerers you know, not useless idiots like you."
"I'm sorry Momo but were you jumping at the opportunity? You have been losing to me more often in training you know. At this rate I'm going to surpass you. Maybe you should sit this one out too. Missions from the higher ups are for the best sorcerers after all. What do you think you could do?"
"Why you-"
"Enough Momo-san. Those without the resolve to act haven't the right to criticize others on theirs." interjected Todo Aoi. His hulking form cut an intimidating figure as he stood up from his chair and turned to face Miwa.
"You've sharpened your resolve, Miwa-san. Good, that will serve you well as a sorcerer. BUT! I also can not just let you take this mission." stated Todo, an odd look in his eyes. "My mental CPU sees only one solution to this problem. LET'S FIGHT! Winner gets the mission."
Todo let out a grin as he clenched his fist. Miwa met his gaze, determination shining in her eyes. If Todo was the obstacle she needed to surpass to prove herself to her peers then so be it.
"I accept!"
Todo's grin was downright lethal. "Good, Gakuganji-sensei. We'll be borrowing the training field for a moment."
Gakuganji watched Todo walk out of the room and when he turned to Miwa there was something that she couldn't decipher in her gaze. Miwa went to follow Todo but was stopped when Principal Gakuganji stopped her on her way out.
"What do you think you are doing child?" an irate Gakuganji growled out.
Miwa met his gaze and while before she had withered under it, now she felt only a sense of determination. Unbidden, her mind recalled that day in his office. "Give up on your dreams Miwa. You will not reach second grade no matter how hard you try. You simply weren't born with the ability to do so.". Gakuganji had been cruel and back then she had crashed under that gaze, now she had no choice but to overcome it. Her future as a sorcerer depended on it. So with as much confidence as Miwa could muster she responded.
"I'm reaching for Second Grade Principal Gakuganji."
Gakuganji's gaze only hardened in response
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Todo was waiting for her at the training field by the time Miwa arrived. He was leaning against one of the many Torii gates that marked the entrance to the field. The sound of Miwa's footsteps caught his attention and he turned around and crossed his arms.
"You're late." Todo's tone was sharp but not accusatory. It felt more like an invitation to answer than a complaint to Miwa, so she did.
"Gakuganji wanted to know what my game was." Miwa said as she moved towards the center of the field, unconsciously she placed her hand over her trusty Katana.
"And what is 'your game' Miwa?". Replied Todo as he moved to take his position.
"I'm here to prove myself." responded Miwa with absolute conviction. "I have been training for so long to be recognized, this is the best chance I've got to show the world I can be more than useless."
Todo lowered into a stance, his fists raised into a Boxer's Guard as his eyes sharpened. "Then show me your resolve, Miwa Kasumi. I will not hold back just for you to have the chance. You'll have to earn it from me."
Miwa responded by lowering into an Iaido stance. With her hand placed on her katana she began to ready her cursed energy, coating the blade and preparing a simple domain. "I wouldn't have it any other way." she said.
For a moment both opponents took each other's measure, then the fight began and they became a blur of movement.
Todo rocketed towards Miwa, preparing a wild haymaker. Miwa responded by expanding a simple domain and when Todo entered the radius Miwa brought her katana out of its sheath and swung at his hand. Deftly, Todo leaped over her blade turning his haymaker into a kick as he spun from the force of his leap. Miwa blocked the kick and swung for Todo's leg with the flat of her katana. The blade made contact and a wet thwack rang out across the field. Todo attempted to grab hold of her katana and Miwa was forced to leap backwards lest she lose her primary weapon.
He's too fast to engage head on. I need to focus on dodging until I can make an opening.
Todo once again became a blur of motion, not allowing Miwa a moment of rest. Todo was fast, faster than anything Miwa had ever fought before. Todo moved with the force and speed of a landslide, on every punch Miwa dodged she felt the wind rushing past her from the force of the blow. Every kick she blocked sent shockwaves down her arms from the sheer power they held. Todo was a boulder flying at her with the freedom of the wind. So Miwa became water. She danced around Todo's attacks, dodging them by a hair's breadth. Every time he punched Miwa used the momentum of the dodge to line up her next blow. Every kick gave her an opportunity to move with the force and use Todo's own power against him. But Miwa was slowly taking damage, every hit she failed to dodge caused an explosion of pain to burst from the impact. Todo hit like a boulder and if this pattern kept up Miwa was sure to lose.
I need to force an opening, he knows better than to give me any chance of a good hit.
Backing off once again Miwa felt a grin form on her face as she prepared her next move.
He's actually taking me seriously!
Miwa took the initiative this time, Todo was undoubtedly not expecting her to get in close, so when Miwa stepped into his guard Todo was unprepared. Miwa slammed the pommel of her sword against his nose Todo actually stumbled back. Taking advantage of the opening Miwa reared back again and raised her katana over her head, determination shining in her eyes. Swinging her sword down she put as much force as she could muster into the swing, cursed energy flared around the blade as Miwa swung, the blade blurred in the air as it moved towards Todo's face. Something unreadable flashed through his eyes as he beheld the approaching sword. His Expression scrunched up into something odd as the blade inched closer.
Clap
Miwa's swing passed through air as Todo used his technique and swapped positions with her.
SHIT!
Miwa had just enough time to reinforce her face with cursed energy before Todo's fist slammed into her jaw and she went flying. Pain grew across her body as Miwa tumbled through the dirt. She had just stopped herself and had begun to regain her footing before Todo was on her again. Blow after blow rained down upon her and it was all Miwa could do to lessen the force of the blows.
I'm going to lose. No, not yet. I'm not done yet. I STILL HAVE MORE TO PROVE!
A grin spread across Miwa's face as she formed a crazy plan in her head. Miwa reared her katana back and swung in an obviously telegraphed yet forceful swing. Unsurprisingly Todo caught the blade with his hand, but that was exactly what Miwa wanted. Miwa let go of her katana and used the momentum of the blow to twist into a roundhouse kick.
With Todo busy with my katana he won't be able to clap his hands and activate his technique! This is my one chance, Hit him. Land a blow. Do anything more than superficial damage!
Miwa threw cursed energy into her kick, every last bit of it that she could muster in the moments she had before her strike impacted. Miwa's boot met Todo's face as the strike connected and a vicious grin flashed across her face. Todo reared back as she followed through and Miwa saw blood drip from his nose as he fell.
Grinning Miwa readied another punch hoping to take advantage of Todo's lack of balance. As fast as she could she reared her fist back, once again throwing cursed energy into the blow. Todo was faster. He recovered mid swing and caught Miwa's wrist in his hand. Instantly he pulled Miwa into an uppercut Miwa felt his fish crash against her stomach, cracking ribs as it impacted.
The force launched Miwa across the arena and before she could even get up Todo was already beside her. He lifted her up by the neck with his massive hands and reared his fist back in an obvious threat. Miwa still had fight left in her but both of them knew that the fight was over. Todo had her completely restrained and there would be nothing she could do but endure his blows until she lost.
Without ceremony Todo lowered Miwa to the ground all the while that odd look shone in his eyes.
"You've become strong Miwa."
Eh?
Todo walked over to her discarded katana and handed it to her.
"I expect you to be able to land a black flash by the time you return from your mission. If you can't, we shall no longer be rivals."
What?
"But… I lost." Miwa said defeated.
"Victory is measured in more than battles won, Miwa-san. Takada-chan says that so long as you try your best and keep growing, then that is a true victory. Do not measure yourself against my success Miwa-san. Measure it against your own."
Todo reached a hand out to her and Miwa took it, allowing herself to be pulled up.
"Good luck on your mission. My friend."
Miwa smiled in response, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"Thank you Todo. I'll return stronger, I promise."
-{=BREAK=}-
Harry Gojo. Tokyo Jujutsu High. June 27th 2013
Curse Technique Amplification: Perfect Abyss.
Cursed energy flared around Harry's outstretched hand as he activated his technique. The black mist produced by his technique billowed off his blade before turning and wrapping around his fingers like shadowy serpents. With a brief pulse of effort Harry commanded the mist to move beyond his hand. The mist condensed into a ball just above his palm, writhing and twisting all the way. The technique fought against his command, the mist wanting, no, demanding to be let loose to consume the world around him. With another pulse of effort Harry began to form the mist into a ball. The mist collided, fused and conjoined itself but Harry's control was slipping. Just before the last of the mist entered the ball Harry lost control and the technique lashed out. Black mist filled the grove around him, lashing out at everything that lived and breathed. All around him plants withered and rotted, taking on a black hue as their cursed energy was devoured. Animals and insects died crawling in the dirt as they attempted to escape the draw of Perfect Abyss. Their form rotted away undergoing years of decay in seconds. The smell of rot assaulted Harry's nose as he lowered his hands and screamed in frustration.
GOD DAMN IT!
Sighing, Harry looked around at the devastation he had wrought. Like all the previous failures before his technique had left nothing except himself alive. Harry's hand trembled for a moment from the exertion of attempting to contain the ravenous void. Giving himself a moment of reprieve Harry stretched out his hand before raising it again and calling upon his technique.
Curse Technique Amplification: Perfect Abyss.
Once again cursed energy gathered in Harry's hand. Like before he commanded the technique to move towards his palm, condensing it into a ball all the while. The void lashed out at the command, the ball of empty space writhed and contorted, sending out flares of abyssal energy that dissipated in the space around the orb.
Yield you stupid fucking ball.
Harry tried to force the last of the energy into the orb. But the void would not be contained, and like before the ball burst, sending arcs of mist into the surrounding area devouring every last shred of cursed energy in the process.
Fuck.
Harry tried once again to call up his cursed energy but he was scraping at dregs. He barely had enough to coat his katana now, much less practice his technique amplification. With a sigh Harry began the long walk back towards campus grounds. His hand ached all the while as he trudged through the forest, but Harry couldn't find it in himself to care. He had been trying unsuccessfully for weeks to contain his technique during the condensation process and every attempt was met with absolute failure. Each and every time his control slipped at the very last second and Harry's technique went wild with glee as it broke out of containment.
Thankfully nobody had gotten hurt at least so far. There was a moment early on when Harry had tried to practice on campus grounds and the resulting pulse of cursed energy had almost devoured one of principal Yaga's cursed corpses. Harry had moved his training into the surrounding forests after that, and had steadily been devouring a larger and larger area with every failed attempt to control his power.
Originally this hadn't been what Harry had wanted to train on in these coming weeks. Dad had hinted that there was more to his technique and Harry had spent hours upon hours attempting to figure out what it was. Originally he had turned to reverse curse technique for the answer but that had quickly proven to be fruitless. Harry theoretically had an understanding of the process: multiply two sets of cursed energy together to form reverse cursed energy, theoretically simple. Practically it was the hardest thing Harry had ever done whenever he had tried to make the combination the cursed energy just 'slipped' through his fingers so to speak. He never even got close to forming an ounce of reverse cursed energy so reluctantly Harry had turned to something that he knew was at least within his grasp Cursed Technique amplification. He'd try reverse cursed technique once he had more experience with utilizing cursed energy
Harry was obviously still having trouble with the idea but at the very least he was seeing results. Compared to his earlier attempts he was downright perfect now. But still that last step confounded him. It was almost like his technique was fighting against the very concept of being restrained.
Harry arrived at his house and quickly went upstairs and turned on his Xbox. He'd vent his frustration on some unsuspecting schmuck in his halo lobby. He had just sat down when he heard the door downstairs slam open.
"HARRY-KUNNNNNNN! YOUR ANNUAL ASSASINATION ATTEMPT IS HERE~!"
Fuck.
With a sigh Harry stood up, shut his off the console and walked downstairs. He found his dad sitting in the living room with an absolute shit eating grin on his face as he read over the contents of a letter that was clearly addressed to him. By the looks of it the letter was directly from the Higher-Ups and not any of the managers or sorcerers who had delivered these missions in the past.
His father tossed the letter onto the ground and started laughing like a maniac, something else fell out of the letter when dad threw it but Harry didn't really care. He picked up the letter and god did this thing feel pretentious. The self importance of the Higher-Ups just oozed off the expensive designer paper. The traditional brushwork kanji and the literal gold seal didn't help either but whatever. If they wanted to waste money then who was Harry to judge? After looking the letter over for anything that seemed trapped Harry read the letter.
Gojo Harry.
You are hereby ordered to investigate potential sightings of cursed spirits originating in the United Kingdom, and if possible discover the origin of these cursed spirits.
Enclosed you will find a plane ticket to Leeds. You are expected to land no later than June 30th.
Increased rates for all exorcized curses will apply during the duration of your mission.
Please appear before the Higher-Ups for a detailed mission brief tomorrow at 12:00 sharp.
Well this day just got a whole lot better.
Laughing, Harry crumpled the letter and tossed it into the trash, then he went over and picked up the slip of paper that fell out of the letter. Sure enough they were tickets to Leeds, first class ones too. Harry well and truly lost it upon seeing those. After laughing on the ground for a few minutes he somewhat composed himself and then promptly ripped the ticket in half.
"I think we're throwing subtlety out the window now dad." said Harry in between laughs " I mean seriously how stupid can you be. 'Oh please dear kid we've been trying to kill for 12 years walk directly into our trap pretty please~. We promise there won't be someone waiting at the airport for you~'. Hehehe idiots."
"Just wait this gets even better!" a giggling Gojo responded. "There aren't even any strong curses in England! The only one I found was a grade two and that probably only ever came about because I wasn't paying attention to my cursed energy all the time!"
"So at worst there'll just be a few curse users I need to sort out. Oh this is too good! They basically just gave me a holiday! You absolute idiots!" Harry went straight back to laughing " I don't even get to try and dissect how they're gonna kill me! I get to use the time before I go for something way more important!"
"And what would that be Harry-kun~?"
"Finding the best way to piss them off at the meeting! Let the brainstorming commence!"
For a few hours afterwards Harry and Gojo threw ideas off each other trying to think of what a bunch of traditionalist assholes would hate the most. Eventually the two settled on the perfect idea. Afterwards father and son spent the night preparing to ensure that they ruined the Higher-Up's plans in the most casual way possible. Sure his failures to produce results were frustrating but the letter and subsequent good news, and god wasn't that a weird thing about learning of another assassination attempt, had lifted his spirits. It wasn't every day you got to make some of the most powerful people in jujutsu society (excluding dad obviously) look like complete and utter morons, and Harry would be damned if he let this opportunity pass by.
-{=BREAK=}-
Miwa Kasumi, Jujutsu Headquarters. July 28th 2013.
Miwa had never been as nervous as she was right now. All around her the most powerful people in Jujutsu Society bar one were sitting just behind their screens. She could feel their eyes on her, taking her measure, appraising her use as a sorcerer and it seemed they found her wanting. After her initial conversation they had dismissed her with just a few words and began to converse amongst themselves. That had hurt more than Miwa would like to admit but it wasn't unexpected. Her own classmates barely recognized her worth, so it really shouldn't be a surprise that the Higher-Ups were just as if not more dismissive as her classmates. Still it had hurt more than Miwa would have liked to admit. Pushing the matter out of her mind she tried to reaffirm her convictions, she was on this mission to prove to everyone she wasn't weak. Bowing in front of the Higher-Ups and folding in front of their dismissal was not an option. Not now. Yet, Miwa found an insidious voice whispering inside her head and for a brief moment it felt as though her classmates were back whispering into her ears and mocking her effort. "You will never be anything more than useless." The simulacrum voices of her classmates whispered. Those words came across so clearly that Miwa could have almost sworn Momo was right behind her at that moment.
Will you never leave me alone?
After her 'dismissal' Miwa simply stood in the center of the room, attempting to gather herself, and waiting for the other sorcerer she was going to be on this mission with to show up. The clock struck twelve and a chime rang out filling the room with its echo and still there was no sign of her supposed partner. Seconds dragged on into minutes, minutes to half an hour and eventually the higher ups turned their attention back onto her.
"Miwa-san. Was there any sight of another sorcerer in the lobby upon your arrival?"
"No Inspector General, I was the only one in the room."
Miwa heard the Inspector General muttering under his breath before he turned to the other assembled members. Whispers erupted from around her as the Higher-Ups once again began to converse amongst each other. Eventually they seemed to reach a decision and the Inspector General called out to one of the other sorcerers who was guarding the entrance.
"Nakamana-san, please go find a manager and inform them to contact Gojo. Tell them to get the child here NOW."
The sorcerer bowed and left the room and Miwa's thoughts ground to a halt.
Eh. EHHHH! Gojo! The Honoured One! That GOJO! AHHHHHHHH. I'm so screwed, this mission is going to be way too much.
Miwa's thoughts were broken as the sorcerer entered the room once again. They looked extremely out of their comfort zone however, and oddly they were carrying a paper with the official seal of the Gojo-Clan. They took a moment to compose themselves, and strangely moved as far away from the door as was proper for a guard, before they opened the paper and spoke with as clear a voice as they could muster.
"Presenting Gojo Harry-sama. Heir to the Gojo Clan."
The room erupted into cries of outrage but they were quickly silenced with a deafening crash as the door quite literally flew open crushing the other guard against the wall as they crashed against the wall.
"WHAT'S UP FUCKERS!" a loud youthful voice screamed as they entered the room sipping on a coffee. They were dressed in the official uniform of Tokyo Jujutsu High, a dark blue jacket adorned with the Jujutsu High crest and had matching blue slacks, though the uniform did spot a few personal modifications. The Gojo Heir had obviously added their family seal to the jacket, but they were also wearing a few extra accessories, a black scarf with purple accents, some form of black training gloves and some extremely dark tinted sunglasses.
They walked in with their hands in their pockets slouched over as though they owned the place. Once they stepped into the light Miwa could make out a few more details that the shadows had obscured. They had the traditional Gojo hair. A pure white messy mop covered their head and what worried Miwa most of all was the shit eating grin that they had plastered on their face.
They walked up next to her and gave her a nod of acknowledgement, breaking proper conduct by addressing her before any of the Higher-Ups.
"So sorry for the delay miss. Nice to meet you. I'm Gojo Harry, I look forward to working with you."
Miwa took a few seconds to mentally reboot, her face was still scrunched up in a look that was somewhere between amusement, mortified and dumbfounded. Her mind was still reeling from the lack of respect being shown. And she had just enough sense left to shake the Gojo heir's hand offering a mutated "Hi somewhat-useless Miwa here, nice to meet you."
Clearly the Higher Ups took offense as They practically growled out their next sentences.
"What is the meaning of this brat!"
Gojo's shit eating grin grew wider as they answered the question. "Well you see the Starbucks line was really long-"
"You know DAMN WELL what we mean CHILD!"
"Ohhhhh~ well as you all know dad doesn't have any biological children so… as Clan Head of the Gojo Clan it falls on him to name a successor. I think you can figure it out from here, old man. Or who knows maybe you can't, failing to remember obvious information is a sign of dementia, maybe you should go get checked out?"
Miwa's brain decided to reboot at this time and she decided to interject even if the higher ups were kinda assholes she needed to at least give the appearance of caring for tradition.
"Please show more respect, Gojo-sama! This behaviour is completely unacceptable even for a clan heir!"
"Oh alright fine. What do you losers have for us?"
That worked?
"Did you even read the letter brat?" the inspector general growled out clearly not over the last few minutes.
"Of course I read the letter. I do like going into missions with some idea of what I'm getting into."
"Then you should have already figured out what this is about. Curses began appearing in England after The Honoured One's ill fated visit. Figure out the source of this disturbance and report back to us. Understood?"
"Understood!" responded Miwa.
"Yeah, yeah I got it." came the much more casual response of Gojo-sama. He thought for a moment before interjecting again.
"Actually a few questions before we go. Who's the assistant window?
"You will not be getting an assistant brat. The governmental aid that allows for their use does not exist in England. You will have to manage putting up your own veils. Or is that too much for you to handle our oh so Illustrious heir?" the Inspector General growled out with glee.
Gojo-sama looked mildly perturbed before he sighed.
"Fine. What information do we have on the curses?"
Miwa could practically feel the glee coming off the Inspector general as he replied.
"Little to none. All we have is a list of locations and confirmed casualties. A file should have been delivered to each of your emails by now."
The Goho-heir grinned as he pulled out his phone and looked over the list. Clearly whatever he saw was something he found hilariously funny.
"Alright then, let's get this shitty excuse for an assassination attempt over with. I'll see you all once we're done losers!"
Ehhhh what? Assassination attempt! WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO!
An internally panicking Miwa weakly muttered out "Is it too late to go back to Kyoto?"
The silence of the Higher Ups was all the answer she received.
After a few moments Miwa awkwardly trudged out of the meeting room. Desperately wishing she was literally anywhere else. The pitying stares of the two guards followed her as she exited the room. To her surprise the Gojo-heir was waiting for her outside. They were leaning against the wall whistling something that was obviously horrifically off key. They noticed her approach and stopped, saving the ears of everyone around him.
"Sorry about that. Me and the higher ups really don't get along, a whole bunch of bad blood to do with my adoption."
"It's fine." Miwa weakly replied, she was still deeply regretting her decision to take this mission that she almost didn't register the second half of that sentence. almost. "Wait, you were adopted?"
"Yep. Came from a non sorcerer family and they got killed by a curse. Dad came around just before it got to me and dragged me to Japan. Naturally those conservative douchebags took offence to the whole situation."
"Ah…. So ummm. Did you get plane tickets for the mission Gojo-sama?"
"Yeah~ but there's no way in hell we're taking that plane."
Miwa stilled for a moment. "Ehh why? They were free."
"Ok but counterpoint. Those guys have been trying to kill me since I was one. I have absolutely zero faith that there won't be a curse user waiting for us at the airport. Besides, dad can teleport, planes suck no matter how good the tickets are I'd rather just ya know… be there."
Miwa stared off for a moment as she thought about it. "Do you really think they'd risk a public attack just to get rid of you? That seems… Excessive."
"Probably. It's no secret that Dad hates the Higher-ups and I'm no different. They're just the worst. Plus I may have sent them multiple letters telling them to get bent so uhh yeah they absolutely would try in public. Honestly I'm surprised they haven't done it yet in Japan. It's way easier to get a curse user to do a job here than in England."
"Oh alright. So uhh teleporting, how does that work? It wont give us horrible vertigo will it?" Miwa said with trepidation. Todo's technique was disorientating enough and she feared what the legendary Six-Eyes would be able to do to her senses.
"Ehh. not really. Honestly it's more like blinking and then you're suddenly in another place. And besides, even if it gave you vertigo it'd still probably be better than the alternative." Gojo's face scrunched up in horror as he contemplated the alternative. "Being stuck in a tiny cabin with god knows who else."
Miwa shuddered for a moment as she contemplated the idea. She had grown up with two younger siblings in a tiny house but even she couldn't deny that planes were horribly uncomfortable. "Alright so uhh when do we leave?" she asked.
"You got all your stuff packed?"
"Yep! I've been ready to go since the mission was assigned yesterday." replied Miwa
"Awesome. I'll meet you at the Tokyo campus at 9:00. I didn't really have time to pack, they delivered my letter late."
Gojo-sama began to run off but before he could dash out the door he stopped and turned around. "Oh! Almost forgot. You can drop the 'sama' . I only became clan heir because dad and I thought it'd piss the Higher-Ups off the most. Anyways gotta go pack, see you soon!"
Gojo-san dashed out the door leaving Miwa in the opulent waiting room. Seeing no reason to delay, Miwa started to make her way to the Tokyo Campus. Her ribs were still busted from her fight with Todo and there was no way in hell she was going into a mission at anything less than full health.
-{=BREAK=}-
Harry Gojo. Tokyo Jujutsu High. July 28th 2013.
"You kids ready?" dad asked as he began drawing on his technique. Harry and Miwa had met up at the aggressed upon time and after a bit of chatter they had been joined by dad. Miwa had asked for a picture with him which Harry snuck into by adding bunny ears onto dad. If either of them noticed they either didn't care or simply didn't say anything.
"Yes! Gojo-sama!" Replied Miwa.
"Do your worst dad." Said Harry.
"Well since you asked so nicely~. I'll be dropping you outside of Edinburgh since that's where the weaker of the curses seem to be. You'll get a good benchmark for what you'll be dealing with. Good luck!" With that send off dad activated his technique and teleported them on the outskirts of Edinburgh. Ten feet in the air.
Bastard.
Both Harry and Miwa fell unceremoniously on the ground at least Miwa had managed to land on her feet. Harry fell face first into the concrete as he fell, cursed energy reinforcement made the fall harmless but it was still embarrassing.
Uncool dad.
Groaning Harry sat up and righted his luggage, he turned to see Miwa looking off into space with a look of abject horror on her face. Instantly Harry lowered into a stance as he reached out with his senses to try and find any trace of cursed energy. Needless to say he was confused when he found nothing.
"Miwa-san, what's wrong?"
Miwa turned to face Harry, her eyes had gained a thousand yard stare in the brief time it had taken her to turn and face him. Weakly she muttered out an answer "I can't speak English Gojo-san."
Harry couldn't help it. He burst out laughing as the sheer mundanity had blindsided him and he choked out "Oh god. For a second I thought he had teleported us right next to a cursed spirit!"
A look of realization dawned on Miwa's face and shortly after she started giggling as well. Eventually the two of them regained their composure and began walking further into town, intent on finding somewhere they could stay while they cleared Scotland of curses. They might have had some problems to overcome * Cough * Miwa, but Harry had a pretty good feeling about the mission. This probably wouldn't be too hard.
-{=BREAK=}-
Elsewhere atop an ancient tower a lonely book detected two powerful mages appear in its domain. Ancient magics allowed the book to scry across space, in search of potential students. Through the dense arcane mists the book could sense their power, overflowing from their physical forms and shining like a beacon in the night. Magic compelled the book to open and an enchanted quill flew from its well to inscribe two names into the book.
Kasumi Miwa.
Address: Ṳ̴̻͗ǹ̵̠̜̯͍͇̲̜̻̂͘ķ̶̗̜̫̱̏́͜n̶̬͌̐̔̔ǫ̶͍̜͚͉̪̩̖̈́̆͗̚w̶͇̲̜̗̽̓̔̕͠n̴̛̦̿̑̃́̌̔̕
Harry Gojo, formerly Harry Potter.
Address: Ư̸̪̤͚̩͓̥̊͛̍͊͝ǹ̸̹̮͍͑̎̽̾͐͝k̶̛͚̈͑̌n̴̡̡̩͙̭͛͠o̴̦̘̜͖̟̱̓͐ͅẇ̶͔̰͚͕͎̯̈́̋̒͘͘ǹ̶͖̱͓͇̋̈́ͅ
The book drifted shut and a ring of arcane energy settled around it as it completed its purpose. Soon its caretakers would come to glean the names of those admitted to the prodigious school. And the book would be ready to provide. It always was.
-{=CHAPTER END=}-
So ends the first arc of our story. Harry and Miwa have officially arrived in England and I get to start working on what I've been looking forward to the most. Writing the interaction between Jujutsu and Wizardry. And speaking of I'm excited to show you all what I've cooked up. I eluded to it in Chapter 1 but some spells the wizards use do make use of cursed energy Avada Kedavra especially.
Speaking of the wizards I'm excited to show off the changes a vengeful and more active Dumbledore has brought. a lot of the earlier problems in the harry potter books (Quirrell, Sirius's false alarm escape from Azkaban, The Tri wizard tournament and Harry's illegal entry into it) have all technically been resolved or wont have to happen, which means I get to write some completely different plot lines.
And speaking of different plot lines Harry isn't doing this alone. introducing one the other member of our sorcerous duo it's Miwa! I actually really like her character idea, a complete underdog who gets to the same level as the main characters through sheer hard work. unfortunately she never got there in JJK (thanks Kenny) but I want to explore what she could do if she had the chance expect her to play a big role in the story. One thing I can promise though is she won't be getting anything that the rest of the cast doesn't have access to. no unique cursed techniques for her, just sheer skill and determination. Also one thing to note that I found funny. I wrote the outline with the Miwa Vs Todo scene in mind and had it absolutely set into my head that they were both third years at the start of JJK. They were not. So uhhhh I didn't feel like rewriting my story so they were just born a year earlier I guess. Oops.
Anyways I think I'm gonna leave it here for now. As always constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and I'll see you all in 3 months. Later.
Next time: someone gets jumped. I can't believe I've written 20k words in a JJK fic and nobody's been given the Mahito treatment. This is unacceptable.