Beautiful in the past. Ugly in the future.

"Sir Kioshi." I turn to look at my butler. "A newcoming artist called Noritoshi wishes to meet you to receive pointers." I think for a moment.

"Some other time. I can already feel today will be a bad day." My butler respectfully bows and leaves. Locking my pristine white door behind him.

"Urgghhh." I let out a frustrated sigh. Crack. I look down on my hand to see I've broken my fountain pen. The ink drips all over my fingers. I snap with my clean hand and in an instant, butlers and maids come to me.

They quickly move towards me and one of the maids pulls out a hot wet towel and washes my hand to perfection. Hot chocolate is placed onto my desk. And a new pen is placed in my newly cleaned hand.

Snap! All the servants leave at once. 'This art thing is only a passing hobby until I find something that will fully interest me.' I throw my pen up and down.

'Though the Jujutsu world hates my guts I don't need to worry about them. Only that gojo kid would prove to be a massive problem when he's older.'

"Heh." I chuckle to myself. After years of hardwork I always feel proud when I remember this fact. 'The Jujutsu world fears me. I have been recognised. Still a wonderful feeling I must say.'

I throw my pen into the bin on my right. 'I'm sure I can deal with any incoming problems. Anyway, Amunaj has to make some new art pretty soon. I wonder what my inspiration will be this time.'

I smile to myself until I stop and frown. 'No matter how many times I remember that moment I still can't fully get over it.' I close my eyes.

'The road to our dreams is often filled with steps of fantasy. An illusion of reality. Yes. I think I found my inspiration.' My smile returns. It twitches slightly.

2 hours later...

Knock! Knock! "Come in." As I say this, my subordinate of 11 years enters. His scarred face seems nervous.

"We have seen Kagatsuchi Yamamoto at the Uffizi Gallery." I stop moving. I stop thinking. I stop breathing. However, it only lasted for a moment.

"We assume he is looking for you sir." I steel myself and think about the best way to handle this situation.

"I..... Urrmm." My servant waits patiently for my reply. "He will find me eventually. I guess I'll go to him."

"No he won't. Sir you can easily hide yourself considering all the connections you have." I gulp. My throat feels dry.

"I know you don't want to meet him, yet you feel like you must. It's not necessary sir. You can forget." Affer a few seconds I have my response.

"I can forget. The past won't. At some point in our life we all need to face out fears." He freezes for a second but nods in understanding.

Clack! I look in front of me to see my half finished painting. I stare at it harder. And even harder. 'It looks.....

Disgusting.'

Desmond pov:

'Cleary he's thinking this over too much. I have been with him for more than a decade. I'd be ashamed if I couldn't tell what he was thinking.' I elegantly glide past the servants whilst fiddling with my black tie.

'It seems I will have to deal with this problem myself. You should live freely Kioshi Januma. After all, wasn't that your goal?'

I keep walking down the glowing corridor. My face filled with determination. 'If the past won't forget.' I grit my teeth. 'All I have to do is make sure It doesn't have anything to remember.'

The. Past. Will. Die.

Yamamoto pov:

'It's been over a week, perhaps a bit more than that. And I only have this to go to show for it' I look down keep looking through the letter.

To Yamamoto Kagatsuchi

You are the Millionth visitor to the Uffizi Gallery. You are hereby invited to attend a meeting of our famous artists from Italy.

Popular artists from all over the country and even other artists from Spain and even Japan will be attending this gathering. We would be most grateful if you could also attend.

The meeting takes place at Tuesday 7th October 2002. 4:00pm

From The Exceptional Society Of Artists

'I'm aware of this group which means this letter is in fact real. If only Sachi was here I could have invited her along.' I put the letter in my pocket.

'An artist from Japan. I do need to see if it really is Januma. If not he probably is an artist connected to him. Either way I will learn quite a bit.' My fist clenches filled to the brim with emotion.

3 days later...

'It's time.' I arrive at a large... cabin? 'It is a big cabin though.' I walk forward feeling a bit confused. 'A trap? No. The society has never been influenced by the sorcery world. Until now.' I stop for a moment.

'This might actually be a trap. Yet... I just need to be careful. That's all.' I clench my already purple fist even tighter.

Clack! I close the grey door behind me. A scarred face meets my eyes.

Sachi pov:

"Thanks for the help but why are you here?" Toji doesn't answer my question. He continues to work on my grade 2 spear. I wait for him to finish.

"Finshed." His rough voice reaches my ears. I give him a questioning look whilst holding back a yawn. I get off the science table.

He hands me the spear. 'Can't see much of a difference except the fact that it feels heavier and the edges are sharp.' I look up to him.

"It's grade one." He looks away from me as he says this. For a moment I'm in silence as I watch Toji look through my cupboards and grab all my bottles of J absorb.

"You do realise you need more than this?" He asks.

"It worked well enough to reach grade two so...." I hesitantly respond.

He sighs at my answer. "You need Jujutsu materials as well. Not just human ones like Titanium. Sorcery materials are much stronger." I nod at his explanation.

"Also J absorb helps a weapon absorb cursed energy and use it for more damage." I keep nodding along. "The wielder uses it to inflict damage." I keep nodding along until I realise something.

"How do special grade weapons work?" He seems a bit relieved that I asked this.

"The cursed tool itself utilizes cursed energy on its own. It then uses it to create a cursed technique." Toji once again helpfully explains.

"It has to be independent then. How do I do that?" He ignores that question.

"You need more patience when it comes to cursed tools. You also need technique. A method. Something you clearly lack."

I don't nod anymore I just listen. "I'm aware of you exercising a grade 2 curse." I wait for him to continue.

"Clearly, you've gotten stronger kid." That's all he says. I guess it's my turn.

"I don't really know why you cam here but judging by your previous words. Can I learn under you?" I keep my voice as calm as possible.

He doesn't respond. He only puts his hand to his head and seems to be thinking hard about something.

"Why?" Only a one word question.

"Uhmm. Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" My face goes a bit red.

"I just want to learn under another user of Heavenly Restriction! And aboutspecial gradetools!" I let out the last part very fast as an afterthought.

He regards me closely. "If."

"If?" I excitedly wait for an answer.

"That's it." I visibly deflated.

"I might see you again soon." I look behind me to see his retreating figure. "Or I might not." Clack!