tragedy ch 4

As I laid there, observing the world around me with a newfound awareness, I couldn't help but notice the peculiar actions of Toji, my father. Contrary to the image I had conjured of him based on my past life's perceptions, he wasn't the absent figure I had imagined. Instead, whenever my mother grew weary from her chores, it was Toji who attentively looked after me.

One particular aspect of his care intrigued me—the way he would seize the opportunity when my mother ran errands to confront low-level curse spirits. It was as if he saw them as little more than experiments, their demise serving as a lesson for both of us. I watched, fascinated yet unnerved, as he dispatched them with a methodical efficiency, his actions shedding light on the true nature of our world.

"Hoh," he'd often remark, a glint of curiosity in his eyes as he observed the curse spirits' reactions to their impending demise. "Interesting to think his body would absorb a curse spirit." His words echoed in the room, punctuating the eerie silence that followed each encounter.

As the cursed energy dissipated from the fallen spirits and began its journey into my being, I couldn't help but shudder at the sight of the black liquid seeping into my body. It was a surreal experience, witnessing the fusion of foreign energy with my own, yet somehow, my body adapted effortlessly, filtering out the darkness to blend seamlessly with my cursed energy reserves.

"It seems I was wrong," Toji would muse aloud, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and fascination. "The curse spirit's energy is filling up his reserves, but it's still not enough." His words hung in the air, hinting at a deeper understanding of the intricate workings of our shared abilities.

With each encounter, I found myself drawn further into the enigmatic world of curses and cursed energy, my perceptions reshaped by the revelations unfolding before me. And amidst it all, Toji remained a constant presence, guiding me through the mysteries of our intertwined destinies.

(A/N when I was making this I search about curse spirit, and it turns out that they don't have a physical form since they are made out of cursed energy so when the MC try to absord them their intire body would be absord as well.

As the day dawned and 3 years gone by, anticipation hung thick in the air, mingling with the scent of impending change. Today marked the arrival of Megumin, my soon-to-be little brother, and the atmosphere crackled with a sense of excitement and trepidation.

As my mother retreated into the confines of the birthing room, I found myself lost in a labyrinth of memories, navigating the corridors of time that led me to the battles fought and victories won alongside Toji. The years had blurred into a montage of struggle and growth, each moment etched into the fabric of my being.

Recollections of facing off against four grade curse spirits flooded my mind, the memory of each encounter still vivid despite the passage of time. Yet amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Toji's unwavering support had been my anchor, his motivation a relentless force that drove me forward, even in the face of adversity.

I couldn't help but wince as I recalled the sting of his flick against my forehead, a seemingly innocuous gesture that carried the weight of his heavenly restriction. The pain, both physical and emotional, lingered as a testament to his uncompromising dedication to my training.

But with each flick and every setback, I had gleaned valuable insights into the depths of my own abilities. Through Toji's guidance, I had unlocked new potentials within myself, discovering the innate capacity to harness my cursed energy for healing and enhancement.

Lost in my reverie, I was abruptly jolted back to the present by the piercing sound of my mother's scream echoing through the walls of the hospital. Panic surged through me like a tidal wave, propelling me towards the source of the commotion with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation.

"As I made my way towards the lobby, eager to escape the cacophony of my mother's labor pains, Toji's voice halted my progress, his inquiry piercing through my thoughts like a blade.

"Where are you going?" His tone was stern, yet tinged with a hint of concern, his gaze boring into mine with unwavering intensity.

"Well, I don't like hearing mother's screams, so I'll wait in the lobby," I replied, my words tinged with a nervous edge as I sought to justify my retreat from the birthing room.

"All right, stay there and don't wander around by yourself, got it?" Toji's command was clear, his authority leaving no room for argument as I nodded in silent acquiescence.

"Yes, sir!" I responded, offering a stiff salute before turning on my heel and hastening towards the relative tranquility of the lobby.

As I navigated the bustling corridors of the hospital, my senses were assailed by a wave of despair emanating from a lone figure slumped against the wall. His shoulders sagged with the weight of grief, his features etched with anguish as he grappled with the pain of loss.

As I drew nearer, I could see the telltale signs of small curse spirits gathering around him, drawn to his despair like moths to a flame.

With a practiced motion, I extended my hand, allowing the tendrils of cursed energy to flow from my fingertips and into the waiting spirits. They writhed and twisted in response, their ethereal forms pulsating with newfound vitality as they eagerly absorbed the energy I offered.

the spectral creatures dissipate into the air, their presence vanishing like wisps of smoke in the wind.

And as I settled into the quiet solitude of the lobby, awaiting news of my brother's arrival, I couldn't help but wonder what other challenges awaited me in this ever-unfolding journey of life and death.

"As I sat in the lobby, the minutes stretched into hours, each passing moment weighted with anticipation and anxiety. Thoughts of my mother's well-being swirled in my mind, a constant undercurrent of concern amidst the monotony of waiting.

Yet amidst the uncertainty, a resolve took root within me, a determination to ensure my brother's future held more promise than the trials that awaited him in the pages of our shared destiny. As I envisioned Megumi's arrival into this world, a sense of responsibility settled over me like a mantle, urging me to pave the way for his happiness and growth.

"I hope Mom is fine," I murmured to myself, the words a silent prayer echoing in the recesses of my mind. "And when Megumi is born, I will make sure to let him enjoy his life and always express himself, teaching him to solve his problems by relying on his friends and family."

The echoes of my own convictions reverberated in the quiet of the lobby, a vow made to an unseen future yet to unfold. And yet, even as I contemplated the path ahead, a nagging curiosity gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, drawing me towards the forbidden allure of spoilers and revelations.

"Hmm," I mused aloud, my thoughts drifting towards the tantalizing tidbits of information shared by Kyle regarding the future that lay in store for our family. "From what Kyle told me about, when Mother dies, Megumi is still a child. This causes Toji to revert to how he was before he met Mother, which means I will have to take care of Megumi all by myself."

A pang of sadness tugged at my heartstrings as I grappled with the inevitability of our fates, the inexorable march of time dictating the course of our lives with merciless precision. Yet even in the face of adversity, a spark of determination flickered to life within me, a resolve to shape our destinies according to my own will.

"But I can't change the storyline," I admitted, the weight of my powerlessness pressing down upon me like a leaden shroud. "Not as my current self, weak and ill-equipped to handle the consequences of the future. I need to get stronger, and in order to do that, I will need a cursed tool to accompany me."

The notion of wielding such power, of harnessing the raw potential of cursed energy to reshape my fate, filled me with a heady sense of excitement and trepidation. And as I entertained the idea of acquiring such a tool, I couldn't help but think of the one person who could provide me with what I needed.

"I know someone who can provide what I need," I whispered to myself, a secretive smile playing at the corners of my lips as I contemplated the possibilities that lay ahead.

As I approached Toji with a mixture of trepidation and determination, the weight of my impending request hung heavy in the air. With each step, a knot of nerves tightened in my stomach, threatening to unravel my carefully laid plans before they even had a chance to take root.

"Father," I began tentatively, my voice betraying the nervousness that churned within me.

"No," Toji's abrupt dismissal cut through my words like a knife, his tone leaving no room for argument as he preemptively shut down my request.

"Why? I haven't said anything yet," I protested, a hint of frustration creeping into my voice as I struggled to comprehend his refusal.

"You don't have to. I know what you're thinking," he retorted, his expression unreadable as he fixed me with a steely gaze.

My heart sank at his words, the realization dawning on me that my carefully crafted plan was crumbling before my eyes. But I refused to be deterred so easily. With a surge of determination, I squared my shoulders and prepared to make one last desperate plea.

'Well, that's my plan going down the drain, great,' I muttered under my breath, a surge of frustration bubbling to the surface. Cl'But I will not give up!'

Summoning every ounce of resolve within me, I met Toji's gaze head-on, mustering all the charm I could muster as I unleashed my secret weapon—a pair of puppy dog eyes that could melt even the hardest heart.

'How's that?' I implored, my voice softening as I attempted to appeal to his softer side. 'You can't resist the cuteness I'm showing you right now. Even Mother couldn't resist it, let alone you.'

For a fleeting moment, hope blossomed within me as I awaited Toji's response, convinced that my victory was assured. But as I watched his expression shift, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

Instead of succumbing to my charms, Toji's face twisted into what could only be described as a mocking smirk, his eyes dancing with amusement as he regarded me with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

"You think those puppy dog eyes will work on me, huh?" he chuckled, his laughter ringing out in the tense silence that followed. "Nice try, kid. But you'll have to do better than that if you want to persuade me."

As I opened my mouth to finish my sentence, the sudden swing of the door startled me, breaking the tension that had settled in the room.

"Mr. Fushiguro, your wife has successfully given birth," the nurse announced, her voice ringing out with a mix of relief and excitement.

Before I could react, Toji was already on his feet, bounding into the room with a sense of urgency that mirrored my own. I followed in his wake, my heart pounding in my chest as I braced myself for the sight that awaited us.

As the doctor and nurses filed out of the room, leaving us alone with Mother and the newborn, I approached with a mixture of awe and apprehension. There, cradled in Mother's arms, was Megumi—a tiny bundle of potential swathed in blankets, his features a mirror image of Toji's rugged charm.

"Son, come closer and look at your little brother," Mother beckoned, her voice soft with exhaustion yet brimming with pride.

As I drew near, a swell of emotion threatened to overwhelm me. Here was the newest addition to our family, a symbol of hope and possibility in a world fraught with uncertainty.

But before I could fully process the moment, Mother's words pierced through the haze of my thoughts, her admonition striking a chord deep within me.

"Make sure you become a responsible big brother, okay?" she implored, her gaze locking with mine as if willing her words to take root in my soul.

The gravity of her words hit me like a ton of bricks, a sudden realization of the weight of responsibility that now rested upon my shoulders. But before I could respond, tragedy struck with a cruel swiftness that left us all reeling in its wake.

"No, Mother!" I cried out, my voice cracking with anguish as I watched her slump forward, unconscious and unresponsive in Toji's arms.

Frantically, Toji shook her, his desperate pleas echoing off the walls of the room as he tried in vain to rouse her from her slumber. But it was futile. By the time the doctor arrived, it was already too late.

"She's gone," the doctor declared solemnly, his words hanging in the air like a heavy shroud.

As tears streamed down my cheeks, I clung to the fleeting memories of a mother's love, her final words etched into my heart as a guiding beacon in the darkness that now enveloped us. And amidst the grief and sorrow, one thought echoed in my mind—a vow to honor Mother's memory by fulfilling the promise she had entrusted to me, to become the responsible big brother that Megumi deserved.

(A/N I don't know exactly how megumi's mother died so I just create my own scenario, I hope you don't hate me for killing megumi's mother