Seriously no one would believe what happened, I mean I reincarnated in JJK HOW CRAZY IS THAT, HOW? I DONT KNOW!!! who would be crazy to become one of the bad guys, HELLO FREAKING GOJO EXIST!!, plus I have to get to close to him somehow, how soft is he skin, hold on a moment guys and ladies, i dont swing that way i promise you, if you want to know the reason why read.
"Master!!!" A man in his mid-thirties yelled in pain, his right arm bleeding profusely. He clutched his bleeding limb with his left hand, staggering through the hallway. The doors to the inner chambers flew open as if blown away by some unseen force, and he stumbled inside.
The man was gasping for breath, his face a mix of agony and urgency. "Master, we are under attack," he managed to speak through gritted teeth, anger and sorrow evident in his voice.
The room was dimly lit, and at its centre sat a figure in a crimson robe. The master, wise and composed, turned his attention to his wounded disciple. His voice was calm, yet there was an undertone of gravity in his words. "I know. It seems we have been betrayed. They fear us to the point that they aligned themselves with that despicable curse spirit."
The disciple nodded, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within him. The clans had a pact, an unspoken agreement not to attack each other unless provoked. But now, they were not directly attacked. Instead, the enemy had chosen to use their people as pawns in this cruel game.
"Kaizu," the master addressed his loyal disciple, "take my daughter and get as far from here as possible. It seems that the Omni clan ends here today, but that does not mean the young and innocent should pay for our sins."
Kaizu, though injured, wanted to protest, but a single glance at his master's resolute face silenced him. This was not a request; it was an order. "YES, MASTER! I WILL PROTECT HER WITH MY LIFE, THIS I SWEAR TO YOU BY THE HEAVENS!" With those words, he pledged his unwavering loyalty, and a strange sensation coursed through his body, sealing his oath.
The master then called for his daughter, a mere six-year-old, innocent and unaware of the chaos unfolding around her. She had been by her father's side one moment and, in the next, found herself on the back of her uncle Kaizu, racing away from their home. She couldn't help but look back, witnessing the once-proud residence of the Omni clan now engulfed in flames.
Years later, in a different time and place, Kaizu held a baby in his arms—a new generation, a glimmer of hope. He spoke solemnly, "That is what came to be of the Omni clan, Your Highness. As the only living heir, I must protect you for as long as I can. I can proudly say to your father that I have done my job. For the birth of the new young miss, I and my future generations will protect her and her future generations."
With unwavering dedication, the legacy of the Omni clan continued, passing down the tales of their past and the promise to safeguard their future.
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Once upon a time in ancient Japan, there lived a legendary sorcerer named Ryomen Sukuna. His prowess in jujutsu and mastery over cursed energy were unparalleled. Sukuna's name echoed through the land, both feared and revered for his enigmatic and unpredictable nature.
In a secluded tavern, nestled deep within a mystical forest, villagers would gather to recount tales of Sukuna's exploits. They spoke of chilling laughter that pierced the night, of his relentless battles against the darkest curses, and of his enigmatic character that defied easy understanding.
Villager A, his voice barely a whisper: "I heard Sukuna once faced an entire horde of curses and emerged unscathed!"
Villager B, nodding in agreement: "But he's not all malevolence. They say he once protected a small village from a curse invasion, asking for nothing in return."
As legends of Sukuna's deeds spread, some believed he held the key to unimaginable power, while others feared him as an uncontrollable menace.
One fateful day, Sukuna received a summons from the ruling shogunate to confront a malevolent curse plaguing the capital. Clad in crimson robes and wielding a cursed katana, he embarked on a perilous journey to confront the curse, known as the "Crimson Oni."
Sukuna, his face marked by stoicism: "I shall put an end to this curse and bring peace to the people."
The battle with the Crimson Oni would become legendary—a clash of supernatural forces that shook the very foundations of the city. Cursed energy surged like a tempest, and the sky itself seemed to tremble in awe.
Crimson Oni, its voice a menacing growl: "You believe you can vanquish me, sorcerer?"
Sukuna, unwavering in his determination: "I shall not allow your darkness to consume this land!"
Their fierce battle raged on, curses against jujutsu, a deadly dance of power. In the end, Sukuna emerged victorious, sealing the Crimson Oni's cursed energy into a single, crimson-stained finger. Yet, the victory came at a cost.
As the years passed, Sukuna's body became increasingly tainted by the curses he absorbed and vanquished. His power grew to unimaginable heights, but the darkness within him grew as well.
Sukuna, whispering to himself in moments of solitude: "The more I absorb, the more I become... a curse myself."
His transformation was not without consequence, and the clans saw this as an opportunity to rid themselves of a formidable adversary. One fateful night, shadows and a massive wave of curse energy emerged, heralding the arrival of a horde of curse spirits.
Despite his injuries, Sukuna equipped his armour and katana, rushing headlong into a battle that would test even his legendary prowess. A lengthy and brutal battle ensued, and though he remained victorious, he knew his end was nigh.
Exhausted and heavily wounded, Sukuna fell to the ground, seemingly lifeless. Yet, the hatred and malevolence directed at him, combined with his cruelty, hastened the corruption within him. As the sorcerers approached, they confirmed his demise by stabbing his heart and severing his arms.
But Sukuna did not die. His true desire had been fulfilled. His battle with the curse spirit, and the curses placed upon him, had transformed him into something beyond human—a curse spirit of immeasurable power.
And so, the legend of Ryomen Sukuna continued, his name echoing far and wide as the "King of Curses." The world would soon learn the consequences of underestimating the power and malevolence of the one they had once called a sorcerer.
(A/N: just laying the foundation for my novels, so I can jump between them when I feel a writers block or just bored.)