[Jujutsu Kaisen] Romance Handbook

The main story is complete. Please wait a little longer for the extras. It's been a while, and I've forgotten what I was thinking before~

A major rewrite. The original outline kept going off track as I wrote.

Fujiwara Aya is the mixed-race daughter of a French beauty and a Japanese man. Raised as an experimental subject, she evolved her technique through experiments that danced between life and death, and awakened the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. Pure-hearted and cold, she loves a fight and enjoys new things.

Dust, blood, the murmurs of a cursed spirit.

Overwhelming terror nearly tore the trembling man apart. "H-How could it be a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit?!"

The cursed spirit flung him away like a rag doll, then snatched him back to toy with him like a cat playing with a mouse.

At last, the cursed spirit began to grow bored. Its cruel, uncanny eyes looked down at the battered man, his face twisted in agony.

Clutching the blade in his hand, the man watched the cursed spirit's gaping maw draw closer, his teeth chattering incessantly as despair surged through him again and again.

Someone, someone save me! Anyone at all! God, the Devil! Save me!

The fear of death even brought on a suffocating hallucination, and his throat spasmed until he couldn't make a sound.

"It's a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit."

A cool, resonant voice spoke calmly.

The cursed spirit let out a shrill cry and tried to turn around, as if sensing immense danger.

A sharp flash of blade-light cut down through its head, and its entire body melted away like butter under a hot knife.

A man in a black shirt landed lightly on the ground, barely stirring any dust. "There's another person here."

"That was a perfect fight." Only then did a man in a suit step out beside him, gazing at the tall figure with a gentle smile. "I'll have someone take this gentleman outside."

But the man sitting on the ground stared dreamily at the figure before him. So calm, so cold, yet so powerful it was breathtaking. He spoke in a rush, overcome with emotion. "Please, please, would you tell me your name? I can repay you. Let me, let me repay you."

The man in the black shirt walked farther inside, paying him no attention.

"Please tell me your name. I, I want to follow you." The man staggered to his feet, seemingly unable to feel his pain, driven by the sole urge to catch up.

The suited man standing nearby stopped him with an interested look. His gray eyes held the dangerous air of a cold-blooded animal. "My young master doesn't care for useless people."

The Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer's eyes boiled with murderous intent and jealousy.

What right did this frail man have to stay by my god's side?

"Fujiwara Aya," the suited man said with a smile. "The young master of the Fujiwara Clan. The Fujiwara Clan will be recruiting soon. You can give it a try."

My lord has the most perfect character and abilities in the world. He is my god, the moon hanging high in the sky. I would live for him and die for him. If my lord says the sun rises in the west, then it rises in the west.

--From an unknown devoted follower

CP: Gojo-sensei

Theme: Reform requires absolute power