4 4 INNATE TECHNIQUES AND THE RESTAURANT
It was quite the feeling, being submerged in cursed energy, you could feel all these negative emotions: anger, fear, anxiety, sadness, disgust - they felt so close yet so distant to myself like I myself was above them and with this I felt the subtlety of manipulating these emotions. This formed a dark purplish energy with tints of red to encase me.
After what I felt to be 5 hours passing I had believed it was time to leave this void.
I awoke, slowly rising from the water, with it slithering it's way down my body like a steady river. I felt the cursed energy explode out from me in waves. The energy of the bath had started to evaporate and imbue itself into me, I felt truly empowered.
It was in this moment the King of Curses of the modern era was born.
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[ Kamar-Taj, Himalayas ]
--??? POV---
Hmmm I just a huge wave of negative emotions explode out from Northern America - how can one being have so much unfounded malice!
My visions of the possible futures have been shattered just barely able to piece together certain key points. WHO IS THIS BEING.
And I can not sense their whereabouts either - I can just hope this being of pure anger, fear and sadness swelled into one can be reasoned with. From the fact I can still see the main events still playing out I can confirm that this is a viable outcome
I must ready our devices and check the barriers are in place to defend against this malevolent being if all is not what it seems and begin my search to find them
'WONG! Begin preparation to ready the shamans and sorcerers staying at Kamar-Taj, a tide is coming, one that even I can not predict'
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[ Throne Room, Asgard ]
--??? POV---
This madness, this spiral of negative emotions - not even in my thousands of years had I bared witness to such an unprecedented level of darkness. Even Hela - my kin - did not possess the raw ferocity.
I can not pinpoint its location though it seems to have originated from Midgard as well, the place where Thor resides. I know greater than any, how difficult it will be to convince Thor to leave Midgard and that lover of his and come back to Asgard when faced with this being.
'HEIMDALL!'
'Yes, my lord'
'Keep watch over Midgard and make sure to alert me immediately if something seems to be amiss, for a thing that can only be described as destruction's incarnate has been born.'
'I shall my lord. Should I bring back Thor and Loki?'
'Leave them, for now we shall begin to sharpen our warriors in case this evil may threaten Asgard in it's wake...'
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---Mc's POV----
'Ain't this a nice place,' I said surveying the restaurant. it had a nice modern glow to it with its predominant white, black and red colour scheme.
According to the note ROB left, this is the store is the last thing given to me by my now deceased parents, thanks to their funds and insurance provided to me I can use these to renovate the shop and start business. Though I'm trying to figure out how a 16 year old is able to run a restaurant by himself but I'm sure Author knows what's best.
I have three things to test for now before I go shopping for supplies - my innate techniques: dismantle and cleave and the application of my cursed energy onto my own body. I first grab two empty cans of coke and I start to feel the same sensation I felt while being submerged until i felt the same feeling to slowly condense over my arm.
Good, now visualise the can being slashed before my eyes and raise my index and middle finger along with my thumb and say the words that appear before me in my mind,
[Dismantle]
The can was neatly sliced down the middle and was left standing there for a few seconds before it fell apart into two.
'I am definitely gonna be abusing this' I then began to condense the cursed energy again but for a different technique, spreading out my fingers and opening up my palm.
[Cleave]
Both the can and the table were slashed and diced in a matter of seconds right before my eyes.
'FUCK! that's going to be more money spent just replacing that, I should've controlled my output more - I'm way too much of an amateur even with sukuna's diluted memories and this technique is so hard to practice with the amount things I would have to buy,' I should probably go gett supplies now and order a new table...
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Utilising Akira's memories, I've got all the supplies I would need for my dishes and I have updated the menu to his originals which include: his Scorched Pacific Saury Carpaccio, Naan Pot Pie Curry, Köfta Kebab Burger, Five Kinds of Curry Soup, Canard Apicius and his Fried Bear. In addition, I've made it an open restaurant so people can watch the cooking experience.
I gotta hand to myself I did pretty well, everything's prepared and cleaned - all I need is a good name how 'bout TGI MONDAYS, pretty sure those don't exist in this world so I won't get sued.
Now, I start attending Midtown High in around 2 weeks so I can use this time to practice my CE output and my techniques though I can't practice my Malevolent Shrine for obvious reasons I can practice my reversed cursed technique so let's begin...
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[Midtown High, Queen NYC]
---??? POV---
'Hey Pete, apparently we're getting a transfer student today - do you think it's gonna be someone interesting' I said nudging my friend beside me walking down the halls.
'HUH? W-what did you say Ned?' he says groggily, I feel like he's been more out of sync and tired these last couple of weeks.
'I said if you think the new transfer student would be interesting or just someone easy to talk to talk at the very least?'
'Y-eah mayb-,' a football was thrown at Pete's head that was just narrowly avoided by an inch hitting the floor before us.
'Oi! Penis Parker, pass that ball back why don't you,' said the guy that has be tormenting us this entire term, Flash Thompson. The sound of snickers accompanied him from behind which Phete just responds to with a nervous chuckle.
'Sure Flash.. just give me a sec,' he says going down to pick up the stuff but I stop him with my hand.
'Pete... let's just ignore them,' I say but when my back turns one of Flash's goons pushes me making me trip onto the floor,' the snickering intensifies while Flash is just taking photos while laughing until someone else appears.
'Hey! Stop Flash, that's enough,' a voice came from behind the crowd and it belonged to the most popular girl in the school, Liz Allan. She was Midtown High's Beauty Queen and the title was definitely not misplaced - too bad Author couldn't find anything to copy pasta from or else there would be a full description.
*HUH even Ned*
She parts the crowd like Moses in the Red Sea and reached Pete checking if he's ok. HUH I WAS THE ONE THAT GOT PUSHED - talk about favouritism...
'You're dead next time Parker..' Flash says before walking off with his goons down the halls. And now I'm stuck watching these two flirt with each other while the bell's about to ring in an empty hall - cause with all the excitement gone watching our embarrassment they left to run to class.
'T-hanks for the help Liz we really needed it,' says that guy that faced absolutely no harm during it.
'No problem, it just really riles me up when no one does nothing to help stop bullies like them,' Liz says.
'yeah, that reminds me, did you hear about the new transfer student Liz, you think he's gonna be interesting or anything,' huh so you're just going to steal my questions.
'Well all we can hope is that he isn't another Flash,' she says jokingly before continuing on the conversation longer as they ignore my existence- damn, I've truly cemented myself as a the third wheel. This is so depressing.
[RING] the school bell rings while I begin to sadly stress over my circumstances...
'See ya Liz we have to get going,' finally..
'Yeah see ya,' I say as I rush along with Peter down the halls...
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---Peter's POV-----
After we rush down the halls we reach the homeroom classroom , not too late, luckily.
'Mr Parker, Mr Leeds how kind of you to turn up, please quickly take a seat,' says our science and homeroom teacher, Mr Harrington.
'Sorry Sir!' we both say taking our seats ignoring the death glares we were getting from Flash.
'Now, as I was saying a new transfer student will be here with us today. He has transferred from Japan so be sure to be welcoming and accommodating ok class?' he says gesturing to the door which slowly opens.
The hairs on my skin rise up on ends and a headache assaults my mind. I unconsciously stand up from my seat - ignoring the stares -... ready.
WHO IS THIS!
A tall, handsome teen with caramel coloured skin, emerald eyes and snow white hair tied into a ponytail walk through. He was dressed in a white shirt, brown trousers and a loosely put red/white striped tie. He carried a black rucksack behind him with his right hand.
A ghoulish dark-purple aura with hints of red encased him smoothly with slight flickers occasionally
'Hello, my name is Akira Hayama - nice to meet you all..'
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