TheRedWatcher

To Haru Saku no Nagekawashi

Type: Active
Role: Mystery Club Member, School Newspaper as a Photographer, Former Writing Club Member
Age - Pronouns: 17 He/Him

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Physical Description

"You think that because I am good looking, because I have money, that you can use me without getting to know me you're dead wrong. I don't give handouts, you have to work for it, why don't you start by kissing the ground I walk on,"

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Personality

WIP

To Haru Saku no Nagekawashi

Here is my tentative interest - you know that I am actually going to join, but shoosh let me pretend I am thinking about it.

Bleach [Is this Fandom alive?]

June 26th, 2018
Breaking news, young man and young woman hit by oncoming traffic in a horrific motorcycle accident. The say the young man was speeding down the highway when he took a turn too quickly. The name of the individuals have been released, the young woman's is being withheld due to her family request, while the other is a known convict -

Urafuji Yoru

She doesn't need you anymore.

Can't you tell she's a grown adult woman now.

But you left her in this world

You failed to protect her

You failed to provide

You failed

[Personal Info]

Personal Info

Background:
June 26th, 2018
A tragic accident occurred today. A young man speeding down the Shinjuku Highway was struck by a semi truck, he and a young girl from a high school that will not be named are both in critical care. In Shinjuku Primary Hospital;

“Your brother is in critical condition,”

I remember the conversations like I was there in the room. Coming in and out. As if something was tying me down. I kept trying to fight. I kept trying to come back. Why won’t you let me come back? It’s not fair. She’ll lose everything for no reason! For my mistakes. For my mishaps. I was trying to make everything right. I was trying to keep her safe.

When Toko and Yoru were 8 and 5, their Father left their Mother without a word. They knew the two were getting a divorce, but he left without saying goodbye. It was like he never really loved them, or maybe they wanted to believe - to find some kind of justification that it was just too unbearable for him to say goodbye. Maybe that hurt less to think like that.

“It’s been four years, are you sincerely going to protect her like that,” a practically angry woman in old fashion clothes yells, “What are you holding onto? Because once you go - there is no coming back and I am going to have to cut you down like the weakling you are.”

“Who does she have once I am gone?”

“You are gone! Don’t make me slap some sense into you!”

I am gone. Just like Mother. Toko was fifteen at the time, I was going on eighteen, and Mother was very ill. I remember her not looking the same, how much weight she lost, how much she looked dead before she died. That’s when I started working. I left school to maintain the house, to take care of Toko.

During their adolescents their Mother fell ill and died due to complications with pneumonia. Leaving Toko and Yoru to tend to themselves. Yoru quit high school and began to work ordinary jobs, but they didn’t pay well. Despite this, Yoru took the offer of a suspicious stranger promising him money and protection for him and his sister.

“So, I moved on, now what? What changes?”

“Wait, you remember everything,”

“Yes, is that a bad thing, don’t tell me that spirits forget who they are,”

“That’s how it’s supposed to happen,”

“That’s shit, just like everything about dying is shit, you have to make it more shit,”

“You’re supposed to be at peace,”

“Well, I am not, how do I become whatever you are-

-you can’t-

-Why can’t I?”

“Because-

“Because, you’re? Let me talk to someone, don’t go wandering off before I do,”

So Yoru did exactly what Yoru was told not to do so and he wandered off in the capital of Soul Society. How he ended up joining the Shinigami Academy was mostly by pure accident. And how he managed to pass the exam was by pure accident and less skill. Though he would make up for it during his lessons in the Academy. There are secrets about Yoru that they are keeping from him and maybe from the rest, maybe the Gotei 13 are waiting to see what happens, maybe they are waiting to put him down and execute him. Or maybe they think they can tame him. Whatever the case may be, for now Yoru is a prickly ally.

Whether he is or isn’t on the Gotei 13. Considering the current events. Yoru don't necessarily know much about how any of this works. He’ll just observe from the sidelines. He has no real honor the way some do to the Gotei 13. That doesn’t necessarily mean he wouldn’t like to see the rest of this group come back together out of this stronger. Sometimes things don’t always make sense in Soul Society and sometimes he doesn’t know how he fits. But he knows he is being quietly observed and quietly watched for some unknown reason.

Personality

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[Capabilities]

You're no valiant hero

"Pathetic really, you think yourself some hero, worth some redemption, hahaha, what a joke. You're such a joke,"

"Shut up"

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[Zanpakuto]

Your End is Here

The blade seems older than he is and without even being active, the sword's blade seems to hum. The blade gives off the illusion that there is distortion at the edge of its blade. And everything that blade touches and slices through is done so without a single sound. Warped and distorted, the sword gives off ill will and malicious intent. A hunger for destruction. A hungry desire to not merely kill what is in front of it, but devour their very essences. Taking their power, and pain for itself. A black blade, with old onyumi scrawled on top in gold, a glowing almost neon purple edge, a purple wrapped hilt, and gold floral sheath. The sword reads;

Prey Caution. To the one who awakensthe trickster.

*Video Warning; Graphic imagery

Jujutsu Kaisen: Prelude to the Demon King

A rescue mission, he’s never been part of one of those before. Well, he guesses that statement is no longer true considering their current destination. Akito must be very sad to have been separated from his family for so long. That’s why he thinks this is a good thing, to rescue Akito, reunite them, and then, “Maybe we should go for hotpot afterwards?” Kakyo suggests, “Hotpot is a good family meal.”

There’s so many hot headed students in this car. Hot headed or entirely loner types. He wants to make friends with them all, but he has received many different messages. He’s pretty sure Fuyuhito-senpai is glaring at him every time he has attempted to approach him. It’s hard to tell because the hood obscures so much that he cannot tell if it’s a furrow from his actual brows or the fur lined hood. He should really think about getting a hood that fits better on his head.

He’s pretty sure Minato-san thinks he’s trying to start a fight with him every time he brings him an origami piece. He might think he’s actually sending him complicated challenges through paper. He’s not sure, but he makes him nervous sometimes.

Sekiguchi-senpai; Agito-Senpai probably thinks he is a puppy. He gets exceptionally close and likes to mess with his hair. But that must be because he is very lonely without his brother, so he’s fine with providing him peace of mind.

The car finally stops. All this rain isn’t going to be good for his paper, it’s damp, wet and soggy. The smell of rain is pungent, the fresh earth soaking in all of the moisture. The trees breathing in all the wet air, it’s a good thing he brought an umbrella with him. Though he’s not sure how well he can hold an umbrella and fold paper. Maybe he should think about lamenting them? Waterproof bags? Wait, how would he fold them then?

“I think Gojo-sensei has done his best, and we should appreciate his driving skills,” Kakyo smiles, attempting to motivate the group, “Do you think we will actually have to use curse energy?”

He’s actually starting to feel somewhat nervous about this situation.

Mass Effect: Intervention

Inhaling.

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Exhaling.

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It isn’t like he hasn’t done this before. Doing something entirely reckless. Something that could get him killed. But it feels different when it’s an order he’s been given. Sitting in the shuttle, waiting for them to land, feeling a little sick from anxiety. Trying not to show it though.

Inhaling.

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Exhaling.

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The shuttle lands. The doors swing open. While everyone was likely preparing their weaponry. He fit a small bag with whatever medical equipment he could. But there was a likelihood that he’d have to fight as well. No one likes a guy sitting on some containers, cheering them on, while sipping tea.

The alarm is what he hears first. Brings him back to the Citadel:

Then the sounds of gunfire register.

It isn’t like he hasn’t done this before.

His objective primarily has to provide backup whatever way he can. This isn’t the same as being on the Citadel where his primary objective is to heal the injured. If the team needed the support, he’d be there swiftly.

Inhaling.

Looking at his omni-tool.

Exhaling.

Get to cover.

While Keavius and Roxy-

-apparently come in guns blazing and start showing up everyone. Cool. Cool. At least if he’s going to puke, no one is going to notice while Roxy is tearing through mechs. Now then, a situation like this requires mood mus-

-Click. Whoomp.

I mean it was obvious he was going to get shot out by someone. If you’re going to shoot someone, don’t do it with your pants down so to speak. This guy is just trying to get away from Keav and Roxy. Then tried to pick Riegel off, while cowering?

Riegel puts up his finger, “Can you give me one second? I am just trying to fiddle with this.”

Man’s finger pressed on the trigger. His shields can take it and he just-

Click.

Can this guy piss off? Don’t go running from the Turian clicking his mandibles, Keavius is going to shove a rifle up his ass if he heard him say that - that’s why he’s thinking it, angrily peppering you with bullets. Then try to pick off the guy wedged in the corner trying to take cover to make you feel bigger about yourself because of the big bad Quarian.

Got it-

-Bang.

Whoomph.

Can’t rely on his shields forever and this guy is irritating him. Feeling the surge of energy. It courses, pulling, and tugging around his arm. Extending out, like a leash, wrapping around the man in front of him. Lifting him into the air, “I asked for a second. And because you were pissing in your armor, you thought you could pick on me. Buzz off.”

Tugging at the leash tethering the man. Then pushing it away. He goes sailing across the railing. To splat somewhere to his doom.

Seriously though.

Who said go into the facility and start blowing up mechs?

Some of us are over enthusiastic. But he’s been sitting here pissing in the wind. Go team. Go. No one likes a guy sitting in the corner, Riegel. No one likes a show off either, jumping over the cover. So, what are we looking at for a facility?

Ducking behind another grip used to anchor down a shuttle. Nice dome shape. Landing pad. Long narrow hallway.

Long narrow hallway likely leads to the big dome. Big dome leads to an elevator. And running along the ship grips trying to stay as low as possible, looking down over the railing from the landing pad. There’s an underground portion to the facility as well. And they have 8 minutes now? Is this a death trap? Should the Captain count her losses and pull back?

There are a ton of outcomes to this situation.

One of them being they all die in a burning inferno.

All right they are going to waste time if they just keep shooting at the facility of guys. So? What are their options?

If I were Cerberus, where would I keep highly secure data? If I was smart, it would be down below - so underground. And there are still Cerberus guarding the hallway to where the elevator is likely. It looks like they are going to have to make a door then?

Pushing off the railing. Looking around. Trying to keep as low of a profile as he could, he doesn’t have one of those cloaks. He could kill for a cloak right now.

Sneaking under the grips. Finding cover behind whatever piece of plaster he can find. No one has noticed him in the frenzy. Looking around, what is the perfect device for ramming through them and to get down that hall? There’s the shuttle they came in. That would be bad they wouldn’t be able to leave-

-but you know what wouldn’t-

I spy with my little eye a little shuttle with Cerberus’ name on it. It’s hideous, white, and yellow. Yeah that would do. While gunshots ring out. Whizzing past him. As he continues to crouch, fuck his knees. No one has noticed him since landing. Good.

Sneaking behind their own shuttle, to double sure he hasn’t been noticed. He’s just using the chaos to not be noticed. Okay here goes nothing, this thing is a lot bigger than it looked from all the way over there on the other side of the landing pad.

But if Roxy is going to blow up mechs, then he might as well show his hospitality too.

One;

He feels the force surrounding him like it usually does. He imagines it wrapping around him.

Feeling the kinetic force pulse and pull. Hard to control. Wanting to be released.

Two;

He imagines reaching out. Tugging and tightly gripping the shuttle. This isn’t the same thing as a person. And the two forces repel each other. Pushing against him. Fighting him in fact. If this works it's going to be so worth the migraine after.

Three;

It’s fighting him. It wants to be released and he doesn’t think he can hold onto it any longer anyway. Open palm, sliding it across the land pad-

-now everyone is notices-

-but it's a bit too late when the shuttle goes skidding across the cement. Making a horrendous screeching sound. Sparks under it’s metal belly. He couldn’t quite lift it, but there was enough forced he punched through it to push it through-

-Now Cereberus’ soldiers are trying to get out of the way-

-you guys might want to!” Riegel calls out, I mean it’s kind of obvious they’ll want to move.

Cerberus’ soldier go toppling over onto each other, some go over the railing-

-the shuttle being slammed and pushed into the hallway leading to the center, rips through the metal, the door goes bent, the hallway begins to cave in and under.

The shuttle continues sailing for a bit, spinning from the momentum and force. Breaking through the hallway and coming to a stop. Teetering halfway between tipping over between the outside edge of the hallway, now collapsing on the right hand side, and hanging for dear life partially inside.

“So, I, uh, no more Cerberus guarding the door,” he gives a sort of half smile.

Yeah he’s going to get chewed out for that one. I mean, the base was going to be blown up anyway.

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“Venom Rose to ALCON, Citadel-aligned vehicles have arrived at the shuttle bay, and are likely arriving in force. I’d suggest exfiltrating through the same way we got in, and get the fuck out through there. Venom Rose out.”

This entire thing has had set up written all over it since he got here. Now they are evacuating? Did they even get the data? Probably. She wouldn’t be telling them to get the hell out of dodge if that were the case. His men, of who were alive, had been fighting their way to get to the landing pad. The original plan, his plan was just to take what wasn’t his and take a Cerberus shuttle and get the hell out of dodge. Tch, If he didn’t respect her enough he would just ignore the order and go with his plan.

“You heard the lady-

-What in fucking spa-

-the hallway they had been trying to seize from Cerberus to get to the landing pad-

-what crazy son of a bitch chucks a shuttle-

-the thing spins-

-fish tailing, ripping through metal, sounds like they are going with Venom’s plan then.

Kaiser immediately begins pivoting on his heels, heading towards, which way? The hall or? Take the elevator to the service tunnels underneath? Shit. Citadel is going to be on their fucking ass if they don’t hurry up, he saw their damn shuttle through the windows.

Young Justice Avenger (A Next Generation Amalgamverse)

@Bounce

Fuuuck. Nathaniel you idiot. Why would you joke about AA in front of Tony-Fucking-Stark? Good job you. In my defense I was nervous, oh great that’s my defense. Could you regulate your emotions just for once, maybe even for five minutes? Quit cycling and think like a functioning adult for half a second.

Breathing. Inhaling. Then exhaling. Think calm happy thoughts. Maybe you shouldn’t. They didn’t have enough time with Viral, but he seems like he’s going to be a pain in ass. A sentient brick if you will. Which is great when you want to break windows. Not so great when that sentient brick goes levitating and breaking windows with a will of its own. Especially when you’re trying to be stealthy. Hope, this Micheal guy has enough control over his sentient brick that it won’t break windows.

Only briefly turning his head to Chie as she introduces herself. He gives her a thumbs up every now and then. See she’s doing great. One of the crew. She’ll fit in nicely. Even if she doesn’t think so. Encouragement, encourage her Niel. See you’re already being normal. Good job. You. Okay maybe take that down a notch because it’s getting sickening.

Right. There is still that kid. How old is he? Like eleven?

That’s a bag of trauma waiting to be stuffed full of nightmares.

“What’s AA?”

This is a chance to redeem himself. He’d let the young man continue his introduction. Niel is your chance to sound serious and also like you haven’t lost your marbles. You think so me, because I am pretty sure the moment I kicked out an elevator control panel and threatened to sell it for parts, my marbles scattered everywhere.

“That’s so cool, Excalibur, like the sword,” Niel pipes up, “You wanted to know what AA is. I mean I really shouldn’t be the one to explain this. FIrst off, I’d like to declare that the joke was in poor taste. I see the error of my ways on that. Oops. No pun intended with the taste comment. Okay. I am overthinking the answer.” how do he explain this in a sensitive way, “You see when someone loves alcohol very much.” that sounds like sex, just roll with it by now, “they um - drink too much of it and can become violently self destructive and or environmentally deustrctive.” Looking at Tony Stark, “I mean that only in the factual sense, you, you are an admiration. Um. Anyway, AA is where they go to um heal from their extreme drinking.”

That could have gone a hell of a lot better.

Niel claps his hands and laughs nervously, he sounds slightly unhinged doing so, “Rooms. We all should be getting rooms, right? Unless we don’t. I could be wrong. When are we going to our rooms?”

Save me from burying myself a bigger grave.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Prelude to the Demon King

Smells like gasoline in here - huh wonder why

Jujutsu Kaisen: Prelude to the Demon King

Paper Sorcerer

夏弥 夏叶

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Natsumi Kakyo

Red hair and blue eyes? It is clear he isn't from around here. Or at least you don't know of any Japanese folk with red hair and blue eyes. In fact you wonder if his red hair is natural, it is so vibrant, and so red it looks practically dyed. That's likely because it is. His natural hair color is a sandy, blondish brown, that takes well to the fire hydrant shade of red he has chosen his hair to be. Standing at 5'4" there might be a reason why Kakyo has been mistaken for a young girl at a distance with his wavy bushy, hair, and his pretty features. The European Japanese boy is often see sporting a green rain coat, that swallows his delicate fingers. How he even manages to fold paper when his hands are often hidden by his sweater is beyond anyone. He is often see carrying a small satchel, where he carries an assortment of paper at his ready. His clothes are loose enough to allow him to be able to freely move and not restrict his movement in any shape or form.

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Uniform Description: He asked that his uniform be loose as possible, he asked that he be allowed to wear his raincoat over his school uniform without the embroidery on it and promises to put the school logo somewhere else. Which he has embroidered on his bag himself. And has also worn an armband pinned to his raincoat with the schools name on it.

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Cursed Technique: Cursed Origami

Cursed Technique Type: Innate Technique

Description: Has the ability to fold paper with cursed energy into any shape and the paper will act as the shape that it has been folded into i.e. a paper knife becomes a knife, a paper fan becomes a fan, a paper frog becomes a frog, etc.

Notable Abilities

Origami Duplicate - can create a person shaped piece of paper and create a cloned version of self. Currently limited to himself. In theory could replicate cloned versions of anyone, but Kakyo is still working on expanding this ability.
*Incomplete feature of Origami Duplicate - Potential Dimension expansion Origami Wara Ningyo - creating origami versions of the person trapped within the dimension, anything used to harm their paper self harms the individual.

Incomplete Reverse Curse - Theoretically Kakyo has the capability to use reverse curse technique, using his paper to heal wounds, and replace missing limbs. Has only ever shown the capacity once, on a finger - completely on accident and not within his control. Hasn't shown significant improvement in this area.

Specialty: Adaptable - considering the fact that Kakyo is only limited on his imagination, his cursed technique forces him to think quickly and change up his strategy.

Drawback:

Considering that Kakyo is dealing with paper, his paper cannot be more than paper in the end of the day. While a paper knife will cut someone as if it were a knife made of a steel blade, the illusion can still be burned away.

Fire and Water are always going to be the natural enemies of paper, no matter how much cursed energy is thrown into it. Soggy paper doesn't fold as well, and his constructs can be eventually burned away. Maybe not as quickly as an ordinary piece of paper with no protections might, but it doesn't mean you bring a paper fight to a bonfire.

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Personality:

Unusual is probably how most would describe Kakyo and they would likely stop there. It's not as if Kakyo is some mysterious character either, though it does come off that way when few get to know him - not his choice either. In fact Kakyo is exceptionally friendly, he might not be an extrovert by any stretch of the imagination. Maybe an ambivert, but it his bright and bubbly exterior that often has others uncertain about him.

Considering the nature of being a sorcerer and what a sorcerer has to lose, and see, some assume that Kakyo is merely young and naive. He hasn't quite seen or faced the consequences of what it means to be a wielder of cursed energy. His bright exterior, is off putting to some because they mistake brightness for naivety. Which it certainly seems that way when Kakyo openly invites people to talk to him, or his general lax mannerisms have a tendency to have other reads him as unguarded.

What few do not understand is that Kakyo's demeanor comes from facing hardship already early on in life. Where he made a promise to himself that he would not cry nor would he let those who have done harm, harm his very self. The inner self, not his physical body. It should be noted this is not some toxic form of positive self talk Kakyo displays. He feels genuine sadness when something sad happens, he feels genuine sympathy for those who are personally hurt. It is merely that he refuses to let the harmful actions of another define him and his feelings towards life.

With that said Kakyo has a tendency to fall into denial, when bad things do happen. Especially ones he cannot handle, its the same denial Kakyo faced for so long about the death of his parents that he attempted to ignore for so long. Though no one is blaming Kakyo, he was too young to understand it then. Kakyo also hasn't conquered the self doubt and insecurity he feels. While friendly, and opened to conversation with other people, Kakyo is often worried about his own power. His own ability to help people. His own ability to be a good person. His own ability as a sorcerer. Perhaps, not shy, but anxious in new relationships and how he will be perceived within them. He is quick to cycle into periods of self doubt when in dangerous situations, which makes it difficult for Kakyo to achieve his full potential.

Backstory:
Born June 27th, Kakyo’s birth wasn’t entirely a happy celebration. His Father’s, Natsumi Jin, family was unhappy with their son for marrying some French-German foreigner, Gwenore Korsgaard. The disdain for their marriage eventually rubbed off on the disdain of the birth of their first and only son, Natsumi Kakyo. Gwen took on her husband’s family name and insisted on a Japanese name for Kakyo, but that didn’t win her any favor with Jin’s family.

Kakyo’s early childhood was an exceptionally happy one. Despite the family tension, he was still treated with respect. Albeit a very surface respect in comparison to his cousins. But Kakyo was a happy child, and the love of both of his parents shielded him from the otherwise dislike of his grandparents. Of course there were still mean names dropped in school because he looked like a foreigner in Sendai. With his lighter shade of hair color and his blue eyes, some kids thought it was funny to talk slowly to him in Japanese as if he hadn’t been born in Japan or hadn’t been speaking Japanese since he was young. And some classmates chose to speak to him only in English.

Meanwhile, there were odd little things Kakyo displayed being able to do. Growing up he had a big imagination, and that imagination seemed to be expanded by his strange ability to give paper the properties that they were shaped into. His parents tried to ignore this aspect of Kakyo. They either pretended it was a quirk of his own creativity or seemed completely unphased when a paper crane became an actual flying crane in the house. Maybe Jin regretted a bit sharing his hobby of origami with Kakyo, considering everything he shared with Kakyo became a living paper version of it. Regretted it or ignored it and pretended it wasn’t happening.

It’s likely he received his tenacity and resilience from his parents. It was Jin who taught him to use his classmates' power against them. If they would only speak to him in English, he would only respond in Japanese and pretend he didn’t understand. And it was his mother Gwen, who taught him to stand tall despite their comments. To not let their actions define him. To not let others' negativity take up space and define who he had to be.

These are probably the two biggest lessons he can recall from them. And he probably would have learned a lot more from them, if he hadn’t lost them and raised himself for a good majority of his childhood.

The details are a little fuzzier from there. At eight his parents were swallowed up in front of him by a Cursed Spirit. How or why it never ate him too, has been the biggest mystery. Not that he is keen to find out either, Kakyo is not prone to be motivated by vengeance or revenge.

In the haziness of the situation, perhaps due to Kakyo’s own denial at that age, his parents were replaced by his own paper copies of his parents. These copies were of course incomplete though and were only made from the very few things Kakyo remembered of his parents. For a while, Kakyo lived with his paper parents without really realizing that there was something wrong. He had seemed to have completely forgotten or perhaps mentally blocked out that his parents had been swallowed up.

Though it is hard to ignore something is wrong with your parents, when you’re twelve and looking for more complex advice from your parents, they have continued to say the same things they have said since you were eight. It was hard for Kakyo to deny it then.

It’s then that Kakyo began to panic. How long had his parents not been his parents? How long had he been dreaming while being perfectly awake? Now all the concerned teachers, who began to make comments about the offness of his parents' behavior, made sense. And Kakyo began to suddenly piece together a very blurry memory of the day his parents were eaten alive by a cursed spirit. Who could he tell? His grandparents secretly had hated his parents, and him for so long that the fact that they stopped calling meant he couldn’t go to them. Scared. And unsure of what to do. Maybe, if he ignored it, pretended he didn’t notice. Or that none of it was true. Then none of it actually wasn’t true.

He’d continue to live his life with his paper parents and ignore everything else.

Of course he would have done so if not for a particular visit from a stranger when he was thirteen. Of a man who called himself Satoru Gojo.

“You’re looking for that monster,”

“Ding. Ding. So, which direction did it go?”

“Um…that was a long time ago, it’s not here,”

“A long time ago, how long are we talking?”

“I’m thirteen now, I was eight then, five years ago, it ate my parents,”

“Bummer,”

“It didn’t eat me though,” he carries on, “Do you want some tea?”

“So, what are those?” Satoru is pointing to his paper parents.

“Oh, those my paper parents,” he realizes how casual that came off, “I think I made them.”

Satoru nods along, “How old are you?”

“Thirteen,” pausing, looking at Satoru, “I said that earlier.”

“Right, right, well it’s best you come with me, it’s isn’t necessarily kidnapping if you come willingly,”

“Willingly where?”

“Well if come with me then you’ll know, won’t you,”

Perhaps Kakyo was too trusting of the stranger, but was willing to follow Satoru wherever he was taking him. Eventually that somewhere was revealed to be Tokyo Jujutsu High.

“Are you prepared for your will and spirit to be tested?” this is the principal of the school?

“I think so?”

“How old are you?”

“Oh, um, thirteen,”

“Gojo,”

“He’s gone, he left the moment I walked in,”

“Of course he did, you can’t go to this school until you’re old enough,”

“I figured when I saw Tokyo Jujutsu High, I’ll go back to Sendai, maybe I’ll come back in two years,”

“Wait, why are you here?”

“Oh, um,” he pauses, “Well Satoru came to my house looking for the Cursed Spirit who ate my parents, but that spirit isn’t there any more. So I am okay alone for a while-

-you have no parents-

-I don’t have parents,”

“Ask me a question, would you have come back in two years if I sent you away?”

“Well, maybe, I am not sure what I could provide. I think a lot of people might say they would because they would want to help people, but that Cursed Spirit was pretty scary. And you don’t really know how you would react in a situation like that until you were put in it. I guess I’d come back, so I could be less scared of cursed spirits,”

“Stay, here-

-Hmm-

-You’re too young to be a student, but you’re not too young to start learning, you’ll do chores, and train under me,”

And so for two years under the watchful eye of Masamichi. Kakyo was trained and given room in the exchange of doing chores around the grounds. Till he turned fifteen.

“Ordinarily you would be tested, but the instead I’ll ask you if the reason you want to be part of this school is for the same reasons you said you might come back,”

“Well, no, because being scared is good actually. Sort of. If you’re scared it means you want to survive, and you want other people to survive too. To be scared means you’re not going to take needless risks that can put you in harm’s way or others, I don’t want to be a student because I want to be less scared. I want to be a student because there is strength in a lot of scared people finding strength to overcome something scary,”

“That will do, I have faith in you, that you aren’t going to try and be the hero, but you aren’t going to leave people behind either,”

“Yes sir,”

Some may have criticized Masamichi for going easy on Kakyo. Though Kakyo had been training under his eye for two years, Masamichi honored those years of training grandfathering Kakyo in awareness of what he is capable of. Hoping in some way he hadn’t made yet another mistake by putting his faith in a potential student.

Skills:

Cooking - Living alone and having to rely on his own abilities, Kakyo had to learn how to cook for himself at an early age. Kakyo is relatively decent cook, who can whip up simple meals. About fifteen to thirteen minute long meals. Though one of his biggest dreams is to cook something fancier and put on a big feast.

Sewing - From small repairs, to big repairs, to making small garment pieces like scarfs, or arm bands.

Athletics - Part of his training was learning his strengths, he's good at being light on his feet. Built for quick getaways, and quick dodges. Kakyo is quite athletic, allowing him to parkour, flip, spin, and glide across terrain.

Hand to Hand to Combat in the form of Aikido and Judo - being relatively small framed, and not being a physically strong fighter. Kakyo strength is using the momentum of his enemies against them.

Strengths: Cooperative, Works well with a team, Quick thinking, adaptable, quick learner

Weaknesses: Insecurity, Confidence, Physical Attack

Equipment:

His Utility Bag

His bag is filled with a sewing kit to make repairs on the fly for snagged and ripped clothing, and filled with a ton of paper, a ruler as well, and a pencil.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Prelude to the Demon King

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Prelude to the Demon King

Why have you done this to me. I don't know if I can add another RP under my belt but I love Jujutsu Kaisen. Let me think about it. And get back to you