Cursed energy

Suddenly stopping with all the shit talk, Miguel quietens down.

Reaching into his pocket, he took out his Samsung Galaxy S5 and stared at the screen, a small smile eased the serious lineaments his face adapted just seconds ago.

„Gabe, I gotta go now, Geto called me for work in Japan, I'm gonna be back in a month, after that, I'm gonna stay for atleast two years again, sorry to leave you alone, but it's important, after these two years together in Kenya I'll take you with me to Japan"

Gabriel looks at Miguel, trying to read his inner thoughts by scanning his body language and facial impressions.

Miguel's eyes exude a profound sense of honor, an unwavering understanding of the mission's monumental significance. It's palpable in the way they glisten with pride, reflecting his deep-seated joy at being chosen. This sentiment is underscored by the subtle inflation of his chest, a quiet swell of self-respect, accompanied by a discernible gleam in his eyes. This gleam hints at his strong sense of duty and unwavering commitment to the task at hand.

Yet, beneath this veneer of honor, Gabriel discerns a nuanced undercurrent of trepidation within Miguel's demeanor. It isn't the paralyzing fear that freezes your whole body, not letting you take action, but rather a healthy amount of apprehension, concerning the challenges that lie ahead. Miguel's shoulders tighten ever so slightly, and a fleeting flicker of vulnerability dances across his eyes. It's as though he comprehends the intricacies and potential hurdles of the impending mission, and it's perfectly natural to harbor a degree of unease.

As Gabriel processes these subtle cues within Miguel's body language and expressions, he arrives at a realization. Miguel is extremely honored to take on this formidable task, and despite his modest trepidation, that very fear seems poised to stoke the flames of his determination, propelling him toward the inevitable path of blindly following his given task.

[Author: first person from here on out]

{The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons is probably not the reason he is going to Japan, first of all, he said he is gonna be there for a month and is gonna return for atleast two years, judging by the way geto acted in the manga, he would probably not let Miguel leave right after Parade, such a big attack would probably be followed by a lot of planning, or a second right after. It's also an option that he would choose to lay low right after and having one of the stronger jujutsu sorcerers in his little cult leave while he is vulnerable, such a big attack costing the life of a lot of his curses most likely would be dumb.}

{The most surprising thing is my ability to recall the timeline perfectly, I read jjk thirty years ago so it shouldn't be possible, that means it's the doing of these judges giving me this last present, not saying that I don't like it, I'm just surprised}

{But these are all just very shaky observations, the most important point is that Miguel would probably like to remain at Sugurus side and would probably take me to Japan after the Parade is successful, but he told me we would spend atleast two years in Kenya before leaving again to Japan and taking me with him, which probably means the Parade is in two years}

„What's this oh so important mission though Miguel, I doubt your dumbass is competent enough for a really important mission"

Taking my bait Miguel exclaims proudly „You know I shouldn't tell you, but Geto heard one of his old schoolmates, Nanami Kento wants to start beeing a sorcerer again, I'm there to try and recruit him, he wants to retire in Malaysia and since I got contacts in Thailand, Indonesia and Malaysia I could probably get him a malasian passport, the other more important mission I got cannot be disclosed, not even to you my dear brother, I'm sorry"

After the information waterfall that came bubbling out of his mouth, Miguel stands up and proceeds to walk to the stairs, climb them up and disappear in his room.

Finally enough time to concentrate on myself I do, what I wanted to do since I arrived in this world.

Focusing on my own body I turn my senses inwards and then I sense it, deep in the pits of my stomach it sits, I'm not sure it actually resides there, but it feels like it does and doesn't at the same time.

A well, I would compare it to a pond, not a little pond in your yard, but one of the ponds naturally occurring in nature, it wasn't a little amount but it also wasn't a whole lot, nonetheless I'm satisfied with the results, it's enough to make do with.

Imagine it as a vivid, swirling maelstrom of charged particles, an internal symphony of luminescent sparks. This reservoir represents my untamed emotions, yearning to burst forth with unbridled vitality.

Yet, when I seek to harness and direct this electrifying force, it resists. It's as if the very essence of my being rejects the notion of constraint, rebelling against the limitations of structure and discipline. This electricity, this unyielding essence inside me, thrashes and pushes against the confines, yearning for the freedom to carve its own uncharted path.

A little difference presents itself before me that contrasts the explanation gojo gave yuji, while he described ce as something resembling electricity, my ce possesses a certain stickiness to it and if I concentrate I can turn the sticky texture of it smooth and slick.

Storing this information inside my head for later use, I resume my analysis.

Not causing pain, this volatile energy is a captivating, one that challenges my ability to control it. It surges within, reminding me of its wild, untamed nature while inviting me to explore its uncharted potentials, daring me to set free the electrifying storm residing at my core.

After little success in forming and controlling my ce I notice a little pathway, paved inside my ce, almost untraceable, but if I concentrate I can steer my ce with way greater ease through it, than I normally can.

Following the path presented before me, I arrive at something, without as much as a thought I slowly and continuesly channel my ce into it.

Looking around I can't really spot a difference, so I decide to stand up to test my cursed technique outside again {wait, why can't I stand up?}

Looking down I still can't spot a difference, lowering my hand onto the chair to stand up again I feel my hand stick to the chair. {Wait, the chair turned sticky?}

Maintaining the continuous ce stream to my cursed technique, I increase the size and pace of the stream and concentrate on the chair again.

Once the first wave of the enlarged ce stream enters my technique the sticky sensation increases exponentially, while it would only be a hassle to stand up at first, it's now probably impossible.

Gathering all my strength I try to stand up, while using my arms to push the chair to the ground I manage to stand up.

There is a problem that arises after my action. The boxers I woke up in and sat with on the chair are partially stuck on the chair, to speak candidly, the whole rear end of my white boxers with heart prints, are ripped from my arse and stuck to the chair.