Ghost Technique Reversal

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One morning, Ubuyashiki Chiho woke up to find herself running a flower shop with Hanami.

Although they were always saying things she couldn't understand, like "cursed spirits," "jujutsu sorcerers," "kill all humans," and "a world ruled by cursed spirits," Ubuyashiki Chiho thought they were all good friends.

Then one day, the brain with a screw loose suggested recruiting Sukuna. Ubuyashiki Chiho was so startled that she shook her head like a rattle: "No! Never! Absolutely not!"

Jogo asked, "Why not? He's the King of Curses from a thousand years ago. With him on our side, our cursed spirit cause will succeed."

As she plucked flowers from Hanami and rolled her eyes at him, Ubuyashiki Chiho said, "What are you thinking? Sukuna's a bad guy. If he joins us, forget about our cause, we'll all be chopped into pieces and wiped out without a trace! Can't you just be content to run a flower shop with me?"

But men will be men, whether they're human or not. They were all rotten to the core.

Not only did they refuse to listen, they even laughed loudly at Ubuyashiki Chiho for being scared witless by Sukuna.

The veins on Ubuyashiki Chiho's forehead throbbed. "Get out! All of you, get out!"

After sweeping the howling idiots out the door, Ubuyashiki Chiho simply closed up shop and quietly considered how her life, not even twenty years long, had come to this.

She'd gone from having parents and an older brother to having no one in the world.

She'd gone from being a pampered daughter of a noble family to a flower-shop owner forced to fend for herself, mocked by her rotten friends on top of it.

So young, yet she'd already tasted every hardship life had to offer.

I, Ubuyashiki Chiho, deserve to write one huge word: MISERABLE!

"I really have met the wrong people. I should go pray at a shrine sometime and get rid of all this bad luck. Hmm, that old shrine on the outskirts of Tokyo seems to be quite effective."

As she thought this, her fingers kept rubbing the hairpin, corroded by time.

It was the only thing she owned now.

Her older brother had given it to her himself, his sickly body barely able to support him, on the day she came of age.

If Sukuna hadn't killed her, she should have been able to stay with her family until the day she died.

I'm so mad!

So mad!

Tomorrow, I'm going to pray to the gods to send that vile Sukuna straight to hell!

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