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[gojo-ology]

"recollection"

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Summary: A girl wakes up with no recollection of her life thus far. All she has is a name and a power that she doesn't understand. Scared and backed into a corner, she does whatever she has to do to survive, including shedding blood. However, a man appears to put an end to her, but instead offers a new path for her to walk. Rina only knows her name, and she only knows that she's found a place as a Jujutsu Sorcerer. However, an old curse starts to stir, and she starts to learn that her fate may already be decided, and her past is slipping through her fingers.

Note: Hi!!!! Welcome to this new fic! I haven't written much for JJK but I got this idea and HAD to create this fic! I hope you stick around on this journey~ I actually have two chapters published so I will link chapter 2 at the end of this post.

Warning: this story addresses some dark topics; death and toxic relationships being the main two. I'm also not afraid to describe violence. However, you will not find anything referring to SA or any explicit sexual content (although I might write some as stand alone one shots once I decide who Rina is involved with adjfskl). There might be a suggestive scene or two but nothing more than that. Thank you for reading ajfkdsl I will shut up now

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“Don’t you see? No matter how hard you struggle, you can’t win. You and everyone else- you’re weak. So accept the inevitable and die.”

For a long, long time, those were the only words circling the mind of the woman. They went around and around, blurring together and coming back into focus. There was nothing else to perceive; only darkness, the cold, and pain.

Ow… ow… ow…

Slowly but surely, a sensation other than pain blossomed on her bare skin. From several points in her body, the cold became more pleasant; refreshing.

...rain…

She had always liked water. Being submerged in it seemed… natural. The pressure around her felt like a hug, cradling her close as it protected her.

At least… that’s what I thought…

Because, today, this time… it failed to protect her. The techniques she had honed to their finest point failed. And now, there was nothing she could do to save herself. She didn’t dare open her eyes, even as consciousness resurfaced for just a brief moment. She didn’t want to see the burnt, ruined landscape around her. Even though the stench of smoke and corpses filled her lungs, she didn’t dare look.

This last moment of awareness was nothing but a trick. A ploy to get her to open her eyes and view this mortal realm one last time before leaving it, a cruel joke to make her think she had any chance of surviving this.

Maybe… Maybe he was right.

Fifteen of them had taken the King of Curses on. She wasn’t even supposed to be there, but she foolishly pushed her way to the front… only to be struck down as easily as the others.

We’re all just insects… maybe we deserve to be squashed by the likes of him.

But… it wasn’t supposed to end like this.

She had so many plans, and so much ambition. She was a prodigy, and managed to acquire respect despite being a woman. Of course, there were those who would never see her as an equal, but she tried her very best. She had so much to prove, and now all those hopes were dashed.

I wanted to show the world… that my gift was mine. I was the master of my powers. And then…

She was supposed to get married, to a member of one of the great Sorcerer families.

I won’t ever… see them again…

Anger flickered in her dying heart, bitter, cruel anger.

It isn’t fair… it’s not FAIR!

She had no strength left, yet she opened her eyes. Rain and blood blurred her vision, and her hair had fallen out of it’s bun and over her face. She was a pitiful, pathetic creature, laying there in a pool of her own blood, half of her body gone, left to die. Her opponent didn’t even care enough to finish the job.

I don’t want to die… I don’t!

Her last remaining hand formed a fist in the ashes below her. Her fingers trembled, unable to control her technique any longer.

This can’t be how it ends…

Not after this. Any death would be better than this one. She always imagined a glorious death, either as an old matriarch or as a hero in battle; not as someone defeated and humiliated.

As a sorcerer, as a woman, and as a human… She was humiliated.

Despite her weakened state, cursed energy was everywhere around her body, coursing out with every new negative emotion she felt.

Please… don’t die… don’t DIE-

She couldn’t breathe, and now the rest of her senses failed. Her fist loosened.

I don’t care if it has to be in another life…

Her head fell back down to the ground, and her eyes closed for the last time.

Let me live to face Sukuna again!

Her last wish, her last vow, lingered on her lips, even as life slipped away.

I know it was short, but we actually start the story in chapter two!

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