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(AKINA'S OUTFIT AND HAIRSTYLE FOR CURRENT CHAPTER)
(Credit to -KANEKISKEN (on Wattpad) for this layout)
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000. | IN THE WORLD OF JUJUTSU SORCERY WAS TRULY A MYSTERY, A NEVER-ENDING ARCHIVE OF TRUTHS OF BE UNCOVERED AND THE DARKNESS THAT HIDES IN THE FORM OF DECEIT AND TRAGEDY OF INNOCENT LIVES. The Tengan Clan was truly a mysterious clan, one truly with power that not even the higher ups could fathom nor the elders in the centuries past could control. Their history was buried in rubbles of esoteric information. A capacity of being able to see past the corruption of the world of jujutsu, being able to defy it yet most of them could destroy the world with the power that came from bloodline of the rare species of jujutsu sorcerers, jujutsu sorceresses.
000. | 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵; 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.
Being found by Masamichi Yaga, the principal of Jujutsu Tech at the age of eleven after encountering a Special Grade cursed spirit that took the life of her friend and was able to take down the creature with his power. Masamichi Yaga was able to recognize the immense power that flowed through the biological daughter of his old friend. The story starts gloomy to the jujutsu sorceress, a daunting story of trials of grief, survival and seemed all hopeless to her but that's a story for another day. Luckily it ended wholesome, a home of warmth and kindness from Masamichi Yaga's hand and words that was known to be strict and stern but also fair and caring towards his students.
Years later, Akina grew close to the man she called her father. Their personalities grew similar in a few aspects but they were their own people with their own differences that could clash but with trial and error, learnt how to coexist and understand each other and how the cogs in their minds and mannerisms worked.
Akina Tengan struggled for years, the life of a jujutsu sorcerer was brutal and dangerous. Due to her intense power of her cursed energy, being from the line and the last survivor of the Tengan Clan and how she mysteriously survived. Her abilities were too great to become a normal student at Jujutsu Tech, so she was ought to be homeschooled by her father and her skills were sharpened by another jujutsu sorceress.
Akina Tengan has lived with her adoptive father, Masamichi Yaga for a few years; she is in her teenage years learning how to control her cursed energy and cursed technique.
Seeking a moment of solitude after an incident with the sorceress, the young sorceresses soul was heavy. She was seeking confinement, a place where she could pour her heart and soul into an empty blank piece of paper, whether it could be a short story idea or an artwork would be perfect either way. She just needed to release the energy she kept within her.
(The Secret Room)
The room was a secret place of solitude of Akina, in a world where your negative emotions and your pain was trivialized and demonized, a father even if she loved him, could be a little harsh with her and sometimes things were too much for her. This is where she would seek to have time alone, to allow herself to feel the pain but also hide her internal struggles. While it seemed peaceful for the sorceress, the room would haunt anyone else due to the intense aura of kinetic cursed energy.
The young sorceress sat down by her desk, her hands elegantly trailing across the paper as she decided to express her artistic need to vent. The paper was covered in vines that had roses grow, the ones that grew in her dreams, that covered her body and even to extent her soul that whispered in her ear.
The sorceress sighed softly, resting the palm of her hand on the corner of her chin. Her amethyst colored eyes just started at the artwork she created on the paper, it didn't really fulfill her at all. Not emotionally or pridefully. So for the moment she decided to put the artwork to the side.
However as her hands gently carried the sketchpad she carried of her secret artworks and put it alongside the notebooks of her novel ideas which she was planning to publish eventually but was stilling working through the ideas, as she moved them both to another area of her desk the attention of amaranthine purple colored gems were caught by a peculiar looking book, resting atop the top of her book shelf. Resting a stop a book too that left it on a display to the young sorceress.
The cover was hard and leathery, the color was an obsidian black with a red glowing insignia; of what looked like a hand holding or controlling some type of mist. It oddly represented a grimoire book, one that seemed quite ancient.
The grimoire like book held some type of force to it, but strangely from what she could feel from the book that it's energy could repel those who weren't mean to see this book, the mysteries and secrets will not be for their eyes unless it permitted; but strangely it didn't repel her but rather there was a connection.
As if there was some kind of hypnosis that was catching her off guard, Akina stood on her feet and as if her body was commanding her mind, a calling from the grimoire book. The teenage sorceress walked to the shelf where the book was staying atop.
She wandered at first, how would she get the book and before she could find a solution of a stepladder or anything that could get it to her, suddenly the book itself toppled over and fell off the shelf. The thud of the book falling to the ground caused the sorceress to back away from the falling grimoire vut luckily, it didn't hit her body.
The impact however did cause dust particles to fly everywhere, causing the sorceress to cough lightly while she wiped her hands delicately over the silk fabric of her long black skirt.
"What is this?", her voice muttered softly, her hand reaching out to the grimoire. The kinetic energy pulling her forward, calling her name forth. Her mind was following the energy, a strong force but she felt protection as she bent down and her hand reached to the grimoire, her fingers touched the old leather of the cover and she picked it up, standing up.
Her fingers slid delicately over the edges of the grimoire and opened the book and on the first page there was a name, catching her attention.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄.
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Akina's amethyst colored gems carefully scanned the page in front of her. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘖𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦, was capable of cursed energy that she was currently wielding.
However as she opened the book further to read about the Sorceress, wanting to learn more about this figure who seemed to be truly powerful, she witnessed something quite astonishing. The words of book started to appear magically as she read through the book.
There were categories in the book, spells and incantation. They started to miraculously appear in front of her eyes, like it was always there. As she continued going further into the book, there was a bizarre message on the back of the book.
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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄.
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄.
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Akina's eyes widened slightly, she was holding and reading through the book of a powerful sorceress. She was the sorceress of the red rose or she wouldn't be able to read this, let alone wield her magic or cast her spells.
Akina's curiosity was truly taken hostage of now, she had to know the rest of the spells and the magic that she was capable of holding and wielding. She wanted to know more of what she truly is. This was a step closer to having her questions answer.
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