The Duality Of Man.

The title is pretty much, the 2 versions of guys. Femboys and the Sigma.

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Ijichi drives Yuji through the bustling streets of Kawasaki City, the cityscape blurring past as they search for Junpei Yoshino. The atmosphere is tense, as both are acutely aware of the weight of their mission. They spot Junpei walking alone, seemingly lost in thought as he navigates through the crowd.

Ijichi pulls the car over, glancing at Yuji with a serious expression. "We'll test Junpei's sensitivity to cursed spirits using Fly Heads, small and inconspicuous curses. The plan is straightforward:"

He points to a notepad where the scenarios are outlined:

If Junpei can't see the Fly Heads and gets attacked, Yuji is to rescue him.

If Junpei can see the Fly Heads and flees, Yuji must bring him in for questioning.

If Junpei fights back with Jujutsu, Yuji is to arrest him immediately.

In the worst-case scenario, if Junpei is identified as a grade 2 threat or above, Yuji must retreat.

Ijichi's eyes narrow slightly. "Remember, Yuji, you can't handle missions above your assigned level. Be cautious."

Yuji nods, a mix of apprehension and determination in his gaze. "Got it."

They watch as Junpei meanders down the street, seemingly unaware of the Fly Heads flitting around him, small and nearly invisible curses designed to test his cursed energy sensitivity.

Mahito's Hideout - Sewers Beneath Kawasaki City

Deep in the bowels of the city, Nanami navigates through the dimly lit sewers, his blade slicing through the air with precision. The remains of ex-humans, now twisted into grotesque curses, fall before him with each strike. The metallic scent of blood and decay permeates the air.

Nanami's face is set in a grim expression as he calls out, his voice echoing through the dank tunnels. "Mahito! Show yourself. I don't enjoy killing humans."

A cold, mirthful laugh responds from the shadows. Mahito materializes, his patchwork face a mask of twisted delight. "Ah, Nanami. I'm thrilled Gojo didn't come. I need someone strong enough to experiment on, and you're the perfect subject."

Nanami's eyes narrow with irritation. "Let's make this quick. I don't like working overtime."

Mahito's grin widens, his cursed energy rippling around him like a dark storm. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of wasting your time. Let's see how well you fare against my experiments."

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The air in the sewers is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the ominous energy of curses. Nanami stands poised, his blade wrapped in a subtle glow of cursed energy. He eyes Mahito, who exudes a menacing calm, his deformed face reflecting an eerie blend of curiosity and amusement.

Nanami's expression is steely as he compares Mahito to Gojo. "You and Gojo are similar in that you both hide your true strength behind superficial attitudes. But make no mistake, your dark power is just as profound."

Without warning, Nanami launches an attack, his blade a blur of motion. Mahito's eyes narrow, and he deflects Nanami's strike with his cursed energy-infused arms. The clash sends ripples of force through the sewers, and Nanami follows up with a powerful kick, sending Mahito skidding backward.

As Mahito recovers, Nanami readies his blunt sword, the blade humming with his cursed technique. With precision, Nanami strikes, revealing Mahito's weak points—areas of vulnerability created by his technique. Mahito attempts to guard against the attack with his cursed energy, but Nanami's blade cleaves through his arm, severing it most of the way. The severed limb hangs by a thread, its grotesque form swaying with every movement.

Mahito examines the remnants of his arm, a twisted smile stretching across his face. "Is this your cursed technique? The precision is impressive."

Nanami's face remains impassive, though his eyes betray a hint of irritation. "It's clear what I'm doing. I don't have time for meaningless questions."

Mahito chuckles, unfazed by Nanami's terse response. "Ah, I'm glad you're willing to talk. It makes things more interesting."

Nanami's gaze sharpens as he assesses Mahito's reaction. "I'm interested in understanding more about you, Mahito. Specifically, how you connect to the unregistered special-grade curse that Gojo encountered."

The oppressive gloom of the sewer is punctuated by the sounds of battle and conversation. Nanami and Mahito face each other amidst the wreckage of curses and discarded body parts. The air crackles with tension and cursed energy, their fight momentarily paused as Mahito poses a philosophical question.

"Tell me, Nanami," Mahito begins, his voice laced with an unsettling curiosity, "which came first, the human body or the soul?"

Nanami, momentarily intrigued by the question, considers his answer. "The body came first. It's the vessel for the soul."

Mahito's eyes gleam with a dark amusement. "I disagree. The soul should always precede the body. The body is merely a manifestation, a model shaped by the soul."

With a flourish, Mahito begins to repair his severed arm, but it's clear this isn't an ordinary healing process. The air around him shimmers with an eerie energy as he demonstrates his cursed technique. "Allow me to show you my technique: Idle Transfiguration. This ability lets me reshape the soul. By reinforcing the shape of my own soul, I can reform my body—and others' as well."

As if to illustrate his point, Mahito produces several small, grotesquely deformed humans from the shadows. He handles them with a detached precision, focusing on one and transforming it into a towering curse-like creature before Nanami's eyes. The grotesque form, now a twisted amalgamation of human and curse, moves with a disturbing fluidity.

Mahito's eyes are alight with anticipation as he turns to Nanami. "I'm quite curious to see how a strong jujutsu sorcerer like you would fare under the effects of my technique. Will you survive the process?"

Nanami's gaze remains stoic as he evaluates the situation. Despite Mahito's show of power, he seems more focused on the ticking clock of his own world than on the cursed spirit's grand plans. He glances at his watch, calculating the time remaining in his shift.

With a sigh, Nanami mutters to himself, "If I don't finish this quickly, I'll be stuck working overtime. I can't afford to be here much longer."