Curses one by one rip apart humans in the street and start playing with the gore like children on a playground. Suddenly this nostalgic feeling fizzes up within me. This feeling whatever it is; I've felt it before it's been a feeling I've felt since I was a child. I wasn't blessed with a powerful body my body was quite frail and subsequently I never really had a chance to train it.
I was an easy target when I was younger the bigger kids could easily push me around without rebuttal, I spent a great deal of my childhood crying and hating myself. But now...now these latent emotions were coming to complete fruition. I begin to break down, all of these contradicting emotions are clashing into one large mass. It's so familiar and yet so unorthodox.
I wanna do something, I need to do something. Get up you worthless pile of flesh, I bombard myself with insults persisting myself to get up. The tears flow, then the tears rush, and finally the tears surge. They surround me in a veil of negative emotions, they call it something right? Cursed Energy? It felt; right.
"I'm going to...." The words of anger still can't muster.
"CURSE EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!" This cursed energy gave me an abrasive side, it feels so wrong but given the circumstances, I forgive myself and I finally let loose for what felt like forever.
I push the veil away with a mighty shockwave, I stir the debris into a floating whirlpool. A rusted harpoon falls from the vortex and stabs the ground below me. I grab the harpoon and I look at the enemy before me. I dash toward the horde of curses and I thrust the harpoon through most of the curses and water gushes and erupts parallel to me, washing away the remaining curses.
I hold my hand out once more and command the vortex to deliver me another weapon. This time a blue sickle with ropes tied to the bottom falls from the mighty vortex and with grace and accuracy I acquire the blade and I slash, sending a highly concentrated blade of water culling away at the curses. Their blood stains my clothing.
"Get back!" I say as I do away with the curses with relative ease and I quickly dispatch an entire fleet of curses. I've never lashed out like that before and yet there are still so many curses left to deal with. I tighten the grip on my blades and I dash into the crowd of new curses.
"Watch your back!" The knuckle duster fighter dashes behind me and sends a mighty punch thus causing multiple curses to plummet to the ground. I swing around his body and I send a slash of cursed energy at the curses on his flank.
"You too," I reply. The pale boy slashes through many curses but one humongous curse comes plummeting down on him and he simply stares it down.
"Cursed Technique: G-Force Level 9," the pale man says and the monster is surrounded by green Cursed Energy and is sent straight through the ground. He stumbles and shakes his head before beginning his onslaught once more. I join in with them and we slaughter the curses one by one. After 10 minutes most of the city was evacuated and most of the curses were slaughtered. The middle-aged man's yarn squirms around our feet and morphs into his horrid decrepit form.
"Wow... Tokyo has some promising students." He says with fake surprise.
"Alas, I can't let the US become such a powerhouse!" He says with intense happiness. He pulls out a katana, the scabbard is a crimson red. He draws quickly, a red mist discharges from his feet. The sword itself has immense cursed energy, perhaps even more than him, it was covered with orange eyes.
"Make this worth my time Jujutsu Sorcerers!" He dashes at us with alarming speed and he side kicks the knuckle duster fighter into a nearby building. He grabs the pale boy's face and slams his knee into his face and throws him aside into a nearby window. Then he stabs his sword through my arm in which I hold my sickle. I scream in excruciating pain and kick him in the stomach removing it from my arm. Before I can land he reappears right in front of me about to cut me down. I quickly parry his slash, rebound, and return the strike in a flurry of stabs with my harpoon. He dodges and parries them then quickly kicks me into a window.
"Come on! Where did the animosity go?!" He yells in curiosity. I grab the harpoon and surround myself with cursed energy only amplified with my newfound anger.
"Right here you piece of shit!" I snap back angrily.
Multiple mirages of me appear and copy my every move. I dash at him and he isn't able to decipher which one is me. I penetrate his leg and he stumbles to the ground. I leave the harpoon in his leg and I engulf my fist in my cursed energy and I punch the center of his head creating vacuums of air behind me until the flies from my fist. He flies into a building leveling an entire brick wall. The pale boy jumps into the air and holds his hand before shouting his technique.
"CURSED TECHNIQUE: MAX GEFORCE!!" A green shockwave flattens the building. The knuckle duster fighter leaps above and his fist becomes engulfed with cursed energy and he plummets down striking the ground sending an eruption of dirt into the air.
"Give up Shinzo... Our teacher is on the way, your dream is going to die before you even got a chance to start it." The pale man announces.
"I Naofumi Kuryoku and Bobu Katsuragi will be the ones to exercise you!" Naofumi proclaims, that his voice was oddly deep for his short stature. Not to mention his long dark hair made him seem like a natural-born leader. Bobu was around the same stature as him but he is ebony skinned like me, has a buzz cut with a scar on the side of his face, and very muscular.
"MoNkEYs..MoNKeyS...FUCKING IDIOT MONKEYS!!" Half of his body becomes serpent-like and he grabs the two of them by the neck and smashes them to the ground. The lower half of his body quickly reverts and he slashes my upper abdomen and diagonally across my chest. I regurgitate blood and slowly begin to lose consciousness. I grit my teeth and begin a counterattack, we trade blow for blow stab for stab demolishing all in our way.
"You're makin' this old man wanna go all out!" He screams excitedly.
"DIE!!" I belt out from my bloody throat. Naofumi and Bobu join in and we start to turn over the fight until he discharges another gust of red mist knocking us all away. The blood starts to drip down to my harpoon, I'm losing blood and fast.
"Shit... I don't have enough energy to crush your teacher, you're lucky next time I won't be so cocky and waste all of my energy on fodder curses." He reverts to his yarn state and slithers into a sewer. I drop the harpoon and it dissolves into nothingness. I tumble over and lose consciousness. It felt like a win, but there is a greater looming presence. I could sense it.