" Remember your only purpose in life is to kill Satoru Gojo "
As soon as my sister said this the stone door slid shut and pitch darkness returned engulfing me. I start juggling the knife up and down in my hand as I think to myself.
Even though she left me unchained to the stone wall, I couldn't escape. The last time she left me unchained in this room and I tried to escape. She found me easily. Her technique must be related to tracking somehow.
With my frail body I probably only have a few days to figure out my technique. She explained what an innate technique was to me when she told me about cursed energy. It's an ability we are born with.
I sit down on the cold ground and rub my thumb across my knife's blade nervously. The only problem is that I have no idea how to figure out my technique.
I continue to rub my blade for hours until an idea comes into my mind. My brain started to work on its own like a formula suddenly came into my mind. I started channeling my soul energy into the knife.
I stare at the blade until it starts rapidly shaking and wobbling. The blade starts to become wider and larger. I stare at the blade amazed until it suddenly shatters breaking into hundreds of metal fragments.
The fragments rattled on the ground. Next to my legs. I tightly ball my fists angrily, before I slam my fist onto the stone making a loud bang echo through the room.
Damn it that was it. I don't know why I know this. But that was definitely my technique. I guess I rushed things too quickly. I reached down and grabbed a metal fragment. I started channeling energy into the fragment until it shattered again.
I grit my teeth annoyed as I reach down and grab onto a fragment and start channeling my energy again.
Before I could realize hours had passed as I kept on trying to use my technique. I failed over and over again until eventually, I held onto a metal fragment that was as large as the original knife. I was lying on the ground with a grin on my face.
Looks like I can expand objects to massive sizes. But I doubt that's all about my technique. My brain is telling me otherwise. But I will worry about that tomorrow. I just need to keep practicing growing objects first.
I raise myself up in a sitting position and continue to use my technique on the metal fragments until 12 hours pass in a flash and my eyes snap open. I let out a yawn. I must have fallen asleep when I overused my technique.
In those 12 hours, I have figured out that I can use my expanding ability on my body. But it takes far more cursed energy and I can only maintain the change to my body for a single second and my feeling about my innate technique not just being expanding was correct.
I reach down and grab onto a shard of metal. I stare at the metal as it quickly shrinks becoming smaller than my pinky. Looks like I can expand and compact objects.
I stand up off the ground with a grin on my face as I start walking towards the door of my cellar. I walk towards the stone door before grabbing the side of the door and sliding it open.
A blinding light pours out of the doorway as I cover my eyes and walk out of the dark room. I enter a stone hallway. I stand still and start looking to my left and right. If my sister's ability is tracking she'll surely know I left the room and come over towards me. So all I have to do is wait for her.
I wait for mere minutes until I hear the sound of footsteps coming from my right. I look over to my right and see my sister walking toward me with an amused look.
" Wow, well done, you managed to grasp your technique faster than I anticipated. But it's time for you to reveal your innate technique, Brat."...