Spill

The clashing of steel filled the air as two fighters engaged in a deadly combat. Neither gaining the upper hand in the first clash, they both jumped back and Aizen switched into an offensive stance and attempted to blitz Akame with cursed energy enhanced legs and discreetly slowing time for himself. In a flurry of speed, he appeared before her and restarted combat with a high feint attack then quickly switched to a low strike with his free hand, cursed energy dancing on his knuckles as he punched the girl in her stomach.

Flying back from the impact, she landed with a flip a few meters away and regained her footing, only to be met with the tip of a sword, zooming closer to her head. Quickly, she expertly swung her sword in a circular motion and changed her opponent's sword direction to the side. Using his shocked state, she ducked low and delivered a manji kick. However, it didn't land, it looked like it hit him but in reality it hit an

'Afterimage!' Her eyes widened as she felt a strong shift in the air behind her. Her head turned and a sword was lunged into her face. Rather than the conventional fear people would feel inches away from their death, a smirk broke out on her face.

"Cursed Technique: Karma's Vengeance"

Aizen's sword made contact with the woman yet it seemed as if all the power he put behind the attack vanished into nothing.

"Thanks for hitting me all those times before, I'm a bit of a masochist. You must've thought that you were winning right?" A little giggle escaped from her mouth. "It's always funny to see how the odds become ever in my favour. "

An overwhelming pressure suddenly weighed down on him as waves of energy rolled off his opponent's body.

"My technique is Karma's Vengeance, the innate ability to absorb any and all kinetic force that comes into contact with me turning it into my own energy. So in laymen's terms, I win, you lose." With a quick glance at the candle, she spoke, " but we still have time, entertain me more."

.…

"Grade 1? Don't you think it's a bit early for him, especially as a boy new to the world of Jujutsu." A deep voice spoke out.

"Relax, any grade lower would be a mockery to his abilities," answered the 'boy's' sensei in a bored tone.

"Besides, I have no doubt that in a few months, he'll be a special grade. Something tells me his technique is a little more complex than he lets on." His bored tone now shifting to one of intrigue. "Only time will tell. Hahaha, get it cause time…"

Principal Yaga let out a sigh at Gojo's antics and looked down at the floor attempting to hide his minute smile. " I won't question your judgment. Do you want to keep him here in school or send him on long-term missions? He is a Grade 1 after all."

"I'll keep him for a while, gauge his true strengths, then send him off to chase some special grade curse, you know the usual. Anyways, I'm going shopping see you later." Gojo responded and ended with a hand in a salute position as he vanished in thin air.

….

A punch made contact with his stomach lunging his body forward, only to be met with a head butt. Stumbling back a few steps, he felt the blood leaking from his nose, running down to his lips. Her speed had explosively increased since using her technique, only through slowing time on his eyes could he keep up. He quickly jumped to avoid a leg sweep but his opponent quickly followed with a straight sword jab at his airborne body.

In a panic, he manoeuvred his body sideways and pulled the attacker's arm towards him, letting the sword go past him and pulling her into his range. With his other arm, he focused cursed energy on his elbow and smashed it into the woman's face.

Her head only tilted back a little from the physical contact as she once again absorbed the force of the attack.

The tides of the battle had changed.

No longer was he easily overwhelming her in combat. Akame had proved to be a tricky opponent and was at the moment getting the best of him. He couldn't risk giving her another explosive boost in power.

'I guess i need to stick to dodging and parrying her attacks. Long range attacks would work, but he currently didn't have any in his arsenal. A complete one that is.' Aizen thought to himself as he jumped away from a sword strike.

Giving herself another volatile energy boost, she darted towards her adversary and flew at him with a sidekick to the head. Bending his back to the point that it was parallel to the ground, Aizen watched as his opposer soared above him. As the threat was gone, he steadied his balance and prepared to give his counter.

Using the newfound distance, he chanelled cursed energy into the blade of his sword, giving it a purple glow that resembled his eyes. Swinging his weapon, the cursed energy was expelled in the form of a crescent and hurtled through the air at rapid speeds towards its target. Akame responded with a simple tilt to the side and looked on with bored eyes as the projectile passed by her before returning to her previous position.

"Vicissim."

With a gentle whisper, the purple crescent reversed in time, making it travel back to it's owner, yet Akame was in it's path and she was unaware of it's presence. She began to dash forward, heading straight for Aizen yet he stood unmoving in his place. Being an experienced fighter with years dedicated to honing instinct, she could tell something was up. She turned her head ever so slightly and her peripheral vision captured a purple tint.

'He's smart, I got to give it to him but he can't fool me.' The curse user thought, smirking to herself. 'When the cresent is a few inches away, i'll jump out the way so I can follow with my own attack whilst he's in shock.'

That was her plan. Though just as she was about to jump away, her swift motion turnt heavy and slow.

"Acceleratus."

It was successful. But it was draining his cursed energy fast and he could only carry this on for 1 second, he had managed to accelerate her rate of time, which essentially slowed her down; To be honest, not even he fully understood it, but he achieved his purpose.

He watched as the amethyst crescent slashed his opponent at the side of her stomach and how she groaned in pain covering the wound. The red liquid continued to ooze out of the wound and drop onto the floor as the shaky hand that covered it did nothing to stop the bleeding.

"This isn't over, Kusakabe." Her voice shaky with small breaths, gone was the earlier playfulness in her voice and came was the venom that lingered in her words. With an overbrimming translucent energy coating her body, she jumped through the window and shattered the moss-covered glass.

Determined to stop her in her tracks, he bolted to the now cracked window in hopes of finding the direction she disappeared off to yet he couldn't find a single trace of cursed energy.

Strange.

With a sigh, he stepped away from the window and moved to finally get on with his actual mission. He felt the strong evil energy coming from above so he moved towards the staircase but not before looking back at the pool of blood that lay in the middle of the room.

This blood that rippled in the wind was a symbol for him. It showed him that this was real. All of it was real. Before this point, he almost had seen this whole new life as a scenario of 'what would I do if I was reincarnated into this anime', but now his eyes had been forcibly opened. This was his new reality.

However, he had expected the blood to make him feel guilty but he couldn't locate not a single drop of guilt anywhere in his body. It was either his blood be spilled or hers and he rather it be hers than his. He wouldn't give up his second chance at life because he was obliged to do what's 'right'. It's kill or be killed in this world of Jujutsu and he sure as hell wouldn't be the one getting killed. After all, Megumi said it best, he wasn't a hero, he was a jujutsu sorcerer.

Just as he was about to turn his head, he caught an apparition in the pool of blood. A diamond watch, identical to the one he had seen when he was knocked unconscious, except the clock read 5 instead of 4. With a blink, the image had disappeared and he continued his walk upstairs with a shake of his head.

This was tiring.