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CE 30

There was a certain mindset required in the creation of a barrier. For a simple curtain, it starts with an immense need for containment and secrecy. The user subsumes his will into his cursed energy, then molds it into what they want, projecting an internalized image and slowly manifesting it over an area with a flex of cursed energy.

For Japanese sorcerers, it was an easier task to accomplish, especially for the well-trained, and it boiled down to a single being: Tengen-sama.

The...

AOMR 4

Preparing tea with a single hand was a difficult feat, even for a man with a solid millennium of experience in the act. The lack of a loyal lieutenant to do much of the delicate lifting was an annoyance, but he was nothing if not adaptable.

Even with his eyes closed and lacking an appendage, he was still Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

He ignored the more modern mixer in the corner, embracing the traditional ways he had pioneered.

Tea preparation and the accompanying ceremony ...

CE 29

They materialized with a sudden twist and displacement of air and motion that had her bending over to violently throw up. This was the first time she was experiencing the rumored abilities of the strongest sorcerer of the modern era, and she could not say she enjoyed the instantaneous movement.

Your neck is perfectly positioned for a decapitating strike

the words came to her with resounding clarity. She could not have ignored it even if she tried. She could almost hear hi...

CE 28

“What do you think about him?”

A soft voice called out from behind. He didn’t bother to turn back, knowing with unparalleled certainty who was behind him.

“It’s still too early to say,” he replied while his hands moved automatically. A splash of green, blue, and white paint adorned his canvas already, and his brush moved like something alive, spreading the colors.

He could already visualize the endgame of the painting; now all it took was the process. Half-lidded...

CE 27

They walked silently under stormy clouds; the only sound was his nearly nonexistent footsteps and her louder steps that were drowned under the light patter of the rain bouncing off their bodies. In the shadows of statues and trees centuries old, they finally had a long overdue discussion.

“If you simply think you’re weak because of your lack of cursed energy, then you’re as foolish as the rest of the Zenin clan,” he finally spoke up. Halfway to their destination, and even though...

CE 26

“Naoya Zenin,” Jiki stated. His body was seemingly completely at ease, yet his nerves were alive with the anticipation of violence.

His eyes calculated trajectory angles the Zenin prodigy could come at him from. The blonde-haired youth had caught him unaware once. He was curious to see if he could replicate that feat with Jiki’s full attention on him.

“Naoya-san, I—“ The old man was silenced with a backhand blow that sent him crashing to the floor.

“That’s en...

CE 25

AN: Slight next to nonexistent Manga spoilers.

“Fateless one?” Jiki replied, curious.

That was not a term he was familiar with. He had been given some unique and fancy titles in his past life and this. Prodigy, Uchiha's bane, genius, and the malevolent-eyed Gojo. But the Fateless one was a first.

He stepped further into the room, walking sideways. He had not sensed an iota of danger or enmity yet, so he decided to indulge the strange creature.

“One who i...

FMAB/JJK

He swiped through the thick history book with amusement written on his features.

Father had spoken theoretically about alternate worlds—worlds that were barred from other beings by the gatekeeper, simply known as Truth.

That he would be the first being to experience it among his siblings was an amusing thought. Then again, he was the only one with the mental capacity to be interested in the physics and the impossibility of it.

He doubted if Greed...

CE 24

He stared at a strange etching just below a wall painting depicting a child running after a doctor with a smile on his face.

“We will spread out here,” Jiki called out with a frown. It had not taken him long to figure out there was something wrong with the building.

The dimensions were off, the angles sharp, and the space distorted. These irregularities were so minor he doubted any other person had picked it out.

It was not a domain, that he was sure of. Over the past...

Poll

Okay, the poll is up. This is just a way for me to gauge interest. Going to be up for 24-48 hours. 

CE23

There’s an AN at the bottom of the chapter. If you’re just reading this for the first time don’t worry about it.  

Jiki dreamt.

He knew it was a dream because his earliest memory was of walking.

He traveled down familiar pathways, sandaled feet sliding on wooden floors.

The movement of the cold night breeze gently shook the Sakura blossom trees she had planted a few years before his birth, and the fall of those pink lea...

CE 22

She stared at the serene looking white-haired teen in surprise.

He didn’t need any actual introduction. There was not a single person in the world of jujutsu who didn’t know him, by sheer reputation if nothing else. The one that was rumored to stand at the peak with Satoru one day.

The reclusive Gojo, bearer of the mutated six eyes – eyes that were rumored to bear so much hate and malevolence it took inhuman willpower and cursed energy to look him in the eye.

The prodi...

CE 21

He looked at himself in the mirror and almost couldn’t recognize the person staring back at him. Contrasting images of white short hair overlapped with the black ponytail he carried in his past life.

Grey placid eyes in contrast to the pitch black orbs befitting of a pure-blooded Uchiha with a direct ancestry to Madara himself. With a thin nose surrounded by high cheekbones, he was an almost complete carbon copy of Satoru.

The only distinguishing features were his grey eyes and ...

CE 20

In his opinion, his dislike for sorcery and the supernatural, in general, was very valid.

Some people's first experience with curses and jujutsu originally starts in a classroom, if he had to guess. His first real experience with one started with what he learned later down the line was a grade 1 curse spirit.

“Where are youuuuuuuuu?” The oscillating childlike voice called out, even as the heavy thud of meat and bone colliding with a wall sounded out above him.

He sent se...

AOMR 3

He was far too old to be putting whelps in their place, but he was an elder, and what was the job of an elder if not to teach?

He was a man with faults, yet he was nothing if not a good teacher. Shunsui and Ukitake were testaments to that. He had dragged those two brats kicking and screaming and molded them into worthy captain-class figures in mere centuries.

He released a soft sigh before letting his features sink into a stone mask. With a brief crack of his neck, he sla...

AOMR 2

(This had enough people interested, I think. So here is the second chapter, will drop a third before I decided if it’s worth splitting my attention with Cursed eyes. Enjoy)

This was his first time using mortal transport, and he had come to dislike it already.

They had been moving for over thirty minutes if he had his timing right—which was slow by his account. However, he had decided to humor them, and all through the trip, he had sat quietly with his eyes closed.

He e...

An Old Man’s retirement (Bleach/Worm Crossover)

He came to while standing, spine straight and with an intense sense of heat and danger radiating off his wiry frame. It was the same position he held even after being split in half by Yhwach's deceptive blade; he hadn't known the pup had it in him.

His first act was to breathe in the scent of an unfamiliar plane of existence. His muscles held tight and coiled under his seemingly aged frame as half-lidded eyes opened slowly, flitting around, taking in everything under the blue sky—bare...

CE 19

He stepped out of the oppressive room with an easy cadence. Despite how irritating he had found the atmosphere, it was something he was admittedly used to; stoicism born of discipline had led him through multiple such meetings.

Ignoring the unfamiliar way the more traditional haori flowed with his pace, he turned the corner to see the waiting forms of Satoru, Utahime, Mei-Mei, and an unfamiliar man bearing blond hair and green eyes with something as rare as a pure white stallion running...

Back from the dead... I think.

Thanks for toughing it out with me to the people that stayed back. The next chapter should be up tomorrow, I'll also be changing my posting schedule to Thursdays, for that weekly fix of JJK Thursday. Thursdays have not been the anime since the anime ended. In Other news, cooking up a new fic, more like a snippet. But if it has a nice enough reception, we'll see. 

Lastly, I'll probably go through the Grade 2 sorcerer tier again. Nobody has complained so far, but I was not in top sha...

CE 18

He sent searching eyes back, and once more malevolent scarlet eyes locked into eerie blue.

Satoru walked up to him and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

He gave a shrug and a smile before replying, “A bit burnt, bruised and cut. But majorly exhausted.” And that was the truth. He was no longer the six-year-old kid who struggled to even survive against the Sorcerer killer.

None of the injuries he had gotten so far were life-threatening. No re...

CE 17

The skeletal spine of the tempestuous God of valor overlaid over his with a clack of cursed energy. The accompanying rib cage followed, just as the sheer amount of cursed energy he was exhibiting forced Jogo and the other unnamed spirit to jump back.

Jorogumo turned her head to him. The other special grade curses were forgotten behind her as she beheld him call God.

The spine elongated and formed a skull above him, while a clavicle and scapula manifested, with the acc...