Chapter 18 : Binding Vow

Choso added to the dead collection

I'm thinking about adding Romance so bear with it

After watching some death battles turn out mc still has a long way to go, I ain't nerf ing him now

Enjoy !

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REZE AT WORK

Reze, the queen of the caffe shop, had been serving up coffee and sass for a couple of weeks now. She was still getting the hang of things, but her sharp wit had already made her a fan favorite among the regulars. However, not everyone was a fan of Reze's unapologetic attitude, and she had already encountered her fair share of rude customers.

Like, there was this one dude who came in every morning and ordered a million things at once. Reze would be like, "Okay, dude, slow down, I'm not a superhero." But he wouldn't listen, and she'd end up with a mile-long order that she'd have to scribble down as fast as humanly possible. One day, he had the nerve to ask her why she wasn't writing anything down, and Reze was like, "Gurl, if I wrote down every single thing you're ordering, it would turn into a suicide note." The dude looked taken aback, but Reze just gave him a sweet smile and said, "You feel me, though?" her dazzling eyes made her get away with almost everything.

Then there was the old nagging lady who came in every afternoon and complained about everything. She'd be like, "This coffee is too hot," or "This pastry is too sweet," and Reze would be like, "Ma'am, I'm sorry you're having a bad day, but maybe it's not the coffee's fault." One day, the lady sent her coffee back three times because it wasn't "just right." Reze was like, "Ma'am, I've remade your coffee three times, and it's still not good enough? Maybe the problem isn't the coffee, maybe it's you." The lady looked offended, and Reze was like, "Not because you're old, ma'am, you get a free bitch pass. Now, let's restart again, i will SERVE and you be the old sweetie you are." The lady huffed and puffed, but Reze just smiled sweetly and said, "Would you like me to remake your coffee again?" the old lady nodded in unhappy face while Reze simply added, "Save the disappointment for your son " as she winked and walked away. 

Reze's coworkers adored her, and it wasn't hard to see why. She was the epitome of a team player—always there with a helping hand or a word of encouragement. Yet, it was her uncanny ability to recall every customer's order and her inventive nicknames that truly made her a standout.

Take "Arigato Grande," for instance, who never missed her matcha latte and bore a striking resemblance to a Japanese Ariana Grande. "Look out, it's Arigatooo~~~yeah," Reze would announce singing "Time for matcha and all the good vibes!" Her coworkers couldn't help but laugh, and with a playful wink, Reze would add, "Keeping it real, one order at a time."

Then there was the infamous "Gorlock the Destroyer," known for his colossal coffee loaded with cream and sugar. "Beware guys, Gorlock's storming in!" Reze would declare. "Summon the cops in case he would eat me,." The room would erupt in laughter, and Reze, with a nonchalant shrug, would quip, "though why is he kinda...*whisper* I'm sort of .....attracted to him.....gravitationally"

But the crown jewel of her nicknaming genius was "Bad Wig Barbara," always sporting a dubious hairpiece and a cappuccino with a precise three sugars. "Bad Wig has entered the chat," Reze would jest, "Sugar and side-eye at the ready!" Her coworkers would marvel, "How do you keep track?" With a knowing smile, Reze would reply, "A keen eye for coffee—and questionable fashion choices, plus im a waitress so SERVING is my specialty."

Well elsewhere inside someone's nephew's body

The dimly lit space within Yuji Itadori's body was a domain unlike any other, a realm where the King of Curses, Sukuna, reigned supreme. Here, in his innate domain, Sukuna sat on a throne of bones, a smirk playing on his lips as he contemplated the latest development in his grand scheme — the emergence of Aki.

Aki, the new player in the game, had shown a spark of potential, a flicker of power that intrigued even the ancient curse. Sukuna had seen many come and go, their ambitions as fleeting as their lives, but Aki was different. There was a depth to him, an untapped reservoir of strength that Sukuna found... amusing.

"Interesting," Sukuna mused, his voice echoing through the cavernous chamber. "This Aki has the audacity to pique my interest. Not many can claim such a feat."

He leaned forward, resting his chin on interlocked fingers. "But let's not be hasty. Potential is but a promise, and promises, as humans love to prove, are made to be broken."

Aki had not shown his full power before Sukuna, a wise move, but also one that bordered on insolence. It was a game of cat and mouse, and Sukuna was not one to be outplayed.

"Still, he's a curious border in my plans," Sukuna continued, his eyes narrowing. "A variable that could prove to be either a nuisance or a delightful twist. The question is, which will he choose to be?"

The King of Curses stood, his presence dominating the space as he began to pace. "Aki, Aki, Aki... You've shown good potential, but what are you hiding? What secrets lurk behind those eyes?"

Sukuna's laughter filled the domain, a sound that would send shivers down the spine of any who heard it. "Oh, this will be fun. Let's see if you can dance to my tune, or if you'll stumble and fall."

As Sukuna's thoughts swirled, a sudden realization hit him. "Wait, am I actually considering this mortal's role in my plans? How... uncharacteristic of me."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "But no doubt he could be usefulas the ten shadow user...."

The King of Curses paused, a rare moment of contemplation washing over him. His gaze turned distant, as if looking through the very walls of his domain, through Yuji, and into the world beyond. "Aki, you've caught the eye of the King of Curses. Feel honored, or feel fear, the choice is yours. But make no mistake, you will not alter my destiny."

The King of Curses sat back down on his throne, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Let's see what you're made of, Aki. Show me your power, your resolve. And maybe, just maybe, you'll survive long enough to be a true pawn in my plans."

And with that, Sukuna's laughter echoed once more, a promise of chaos and a challenge to the new player in his eternal game. (Au,note: I feel mad cringed rn, idk a thing about sukuna's persona so I just read and tried to apply it, hope it didn't suck)

shinjiku,Tokyo

Ru's life was a kaleidoscope of identities, each more vibrant and daring than the last. Her extraordinary ability to adapt was not just a trait but a survival mechanism, honed to perfection. She could slip into a new persona as easily as one would change clothes, discarding her previous life like an old outfit that no longer fit. This was her power, her curse, and her most cherished freedom.

When boredom seeped into the crevices of her existence, she would shed her skin, leaving behind a trail of forgotten names and unfinished stories. Yet, this time was different. Ru had returned to the jujutsu world, it was a world she had once vowed to leave behind, but its siren call was irresistible, pulling her back into its chaotic embrace.

Starting anew meant severing ties with the past. Her apartment in Shinjuku was a blank canvas, a small yet cozy space that smelled of fresh paint and possibilities. It was here, amidst the neon glow and the city's incessant hum, that Ru would begin again. She had meticulously cut ties with her ex-acquaintances from her 'biology girl' life, a chapter closed with surgical precision.

Acquiring a new identity was a delicate dance of favors and whispered secrets. With a few well-placed strings tugged, Ru emerged reborn. New documents, a new name, and a new job title: archaeologist. It was a peculiar choice, but one that served her purpose. The role granted her access to a trove of information about the latest developments in the jujutsu society, a resource she intended to exploit fully, sure it wasn't as beneficial as being engaged directly in this twisted society but at least the safest way.

As she settled into her new role, Ru's mind was awhirl with plans. The archaeologist facade was perfect for her needs, providing a legitimate front while she delved into the arcane knowledge that would bolster her own powers. She needed to test her abilities, to gauge the extent of her strength in this world that was both familiar and foreign.

"I have to test my powers and abilities to see where I'm at," she mused, her thoughts a labyrinth of schemes and strategies. The upcoming auction was the perfect opportunity. Cursed items, relics of immense power, and forbidden artifacts would be traded to the highest bidder, shrouded in secrecy and security.

Among the items listed was a talisman, an object that piqued Ru's interest. They are paper tags that can be imbued with cursed energy and cursed techniques. They are high-utility items in sorcery that are used by sorcerers for various purposes. Even non-sorcerers can make use of them. Talismans can serve as an intermediary for shikigami, sealing material for cursed objects, or aid in constructing specialized barriers, among other uses.

Ever since Kenjaku revealed his cursed spirit manipulator body, it became blatantly obvious that Ru needed to acquire similar powers. Fortunately, the talisman that will be sold soon in the auction, harbored a special grade curse spirit, renowned for its fire binding technique. This ability was not just impressive—it was essential, considering the formidable strength such spirits wield.

As an angel, Ru has the ability to neutralise the flow of any cursed technique, alongside draining cursed energy from the target, it can get severe to the point of turning them into complete non-sorcerer, that means she has an immeasurable amount of cursed energy up her sleeves.

Also another privilege of being an high ranked entity, she can make biding vows. Binding vows are considered by all jujutsu users to be one of the essential tenets of jujutsu sorcery. Binding Vows are essentially contracts created through cursed energy that an individual can make with one's self or another person. The act of abiding by the rules and restrictions agreed upon in these contracts can result in a greater power or the achievement of a goal, but breaking a binding vow has uncanny repercussions.

In Ru's case, she has some kind of restrictions immunity, in other words it means that the usual limitations do not apply to her, given her nature, regardless she still would get restrictions but as minimal as possible, sometimes she even gets none, thus making ones with herself is a cheating way to improve her skills.

Jujustu high ~~~

In the heart of Jujutsu High, a room steeped in the scent of polished wood and old parchment awaited the arrival of three distinct figures. The door slid open with a whisper, and Maki Zenin stepped in, her eyes scanning the room with a practiced gaze. Behind her, the unmistakable form of Panda ambled in, his large frame almost too big for the doorway, followed by the autistic Inumaki Toge, whose eyes were so sleepy as if he would sleep any moment.

Principal Yaga sat behind his desk, his fingers steepled in contemplation. Beside him, Kukisabe shuffled papers, the rustling sound punctuating the silence. "Thank you for coming," Yaga began, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate with the very walls of the office. "We have a task that requires your discreet intervention."

Maki leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her expression a mix of boredom and curiosity. Panda, unable to find a seat that could accommodate him, settled on the floor with a soft thud, while Inumaki simply nodded, his cursed speech limiting him to sushi ingredient exclamations, "Salmon!"

Yaga continued, unfazed by the peculiarities of his audience. "An auction at the Garden Hall will soon commence, and among the items are cursed tools of great danger." He paused, allowing the gravity of the situation to sink in. Kukisabe unrolled a scroll, revealing the image of a talisman. "This talisman," he said, pointing to the intricate design, "could unleash curses that would wreak havoc if placed in the wrong hands."

Maki's boredom shifted to keen interest, her eyes narrowing as she considered the challenge. Panda let out a low whine, the prospect of danger stirring a mix of fear and excitement within him. Inumaki, ever the stoic, simply uttered, "Wasabi," his way of acknowledging the seriousness of the mission.

From the corner of the room, a towering figure stepped forward. Aki, with a goofy tone He declared "I want to go with them," he said, like he didn't just appear out of the bleu, meddling into 'none of his business'

Yaga regarded him with a annoyed expression. "I told you to stop the spy play, Aki, and three is the number we require for balance. Im sure they can handle without you just fine, you must trust in your comrades."

Aki simply pouted, it was obvious that he wanted the talisman for himself, he was exposed by his friends, they knew him very well or at least to a high level, the three of them shared a look with each other that made Aki feel like four wheel, and it sucked.

As the meeting concluded, the trio stood, their postures reflecting the weight of the responsibility they had been given. Maki's determination, Panda's cautious optimism, and Inumaki's quiet confidence filled the room as they bowed to Yaga and Kukisabe, accepting the mission.

The door slid shut behind them, leaving Aki alone with the old men, he gave them judging looks, probably since he thought such mission was danger for their level, they aren't yet in their awakening era, as he tried to open his mouth to speak and argue more he was cut off by Yaga dismissing him, he left accepting the loss to the authorities, also because he just wanted to go home.

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End of the chapter

I'll drop the next right after this one