Bab 8: Chapter 7 - Mai Zenin
They were now in Maki's world, where the sky stretched wide and endless above them. The two shot into the air, flying side by side as they made their way toward Kyoto.
Below them, the sprawling cityscape became a blur, but Maki's attention was fixed on their destination—Kyoto Jujutsu High. It was where her sister, Mai, was currently studying, forced into the role of a Jujutsu Sorcerer despite never wanting it.
Maki's heart raced, a mixture of anxiety and eagerness surging through her. The wind rushed past them as they soared through the sky, but the weight of their past weighed heavily on her mind.
Vomi, flying beside her, could see the tension in Maki's expression. It wasn't hard to understand why.
The complicated history between the twins had always been a point of strain, especially since Maki had left their clan to become a sorcerer out of defiance, while Mai had been forced into the role, trapped by expectations she had no interest in fulfilling.
Vomi turned her head, her voice cutting through the wind.
"I know you're worried, Maki. About seeing Mai again… but whatever happens, it had to come to this. You know that."
Maki's jaw tightened, and she glanced at Vomi with a conflicted look in her eyes.
"I know," she said, her voice quiet.
"But that doesn't make it any easier. I've been carrying this guilt for so long… I abandoned her when she needed me. I thought I was doing the right thing by breaking free from our clan, but I left her behind to deal with everything I couldn't." Vomi kept her gaze steady, her tone firm but reassuring.
"You did what you had to, Maki. It's not like Mai wanted to stay there either. You can't blame yourself for the choices they forced on her. This isn't about what you did back then—it's about what you do now. If you want to make amends, this is your chance."
Maki's eyes softened, though the guilt still lingered.
"I'm going to try. But I don't know if she'll ever forgive me for leaving. And… I don't know if I deserve it." She hesitated, then added.
"I just want her to understand why I did what I did. I owe her that much." Vomi nodded, her voice gentle now.
"You're not the same person you were back then. And Mai's changed too. Whatever happens, the two of you will figure it out. You have to, especially with what's coming."
Maki took a deep breath, steeling herself.
"You're right… I have to face this. If there's any chance of making things right with her, I need to explain everything. And I need to be ready for whatever her decision is."
A quiet moment passed between them as they flew closer to Kyoto, the towering buildings of the city coming into view.
Maki's mind swirled with memories of her sister—of their childhood, their shared pain, and the rift that had grown between them.
The burden of her choices was heavy, but Maki knew she couldn't turn back now. She had to make things right, no matter what it took.
As they continued to fly, Vomi pondered about the special grade curse spirit and how she wanted to try absorbing Mahito stealing his Idle Transfiguration cursed technique.
It would be a great addition to her arsenal. Or even absorbed Sukuna to get his cursed technique. He won't be able to do anything due to the fuck he is stronger.
'Not that it matters but it does make things interesting if I had those abilities.'
Vomi noted in her mind in searching for Sukuna's fingers as a way to occupy herself. It didn't take long for them to arrive and Maki was able to pick up where her sister was.
It was fortunate but no one was able to sense them because none of them utilized cursed energy. Though, it is possible to sense a person but seeing they were expert in their control means nothing to a normal person.
Cursed energy and Ki are like different kinds of liquid where though both are similar does not mean they are the same.
Soon, Vomi and Maki arrived at Kyoto High, the grounds unusually quiet as they made their way to the courtyard. Vomi spotted someone in the distance—someone who looked strikingly similar to Maki, though her hairstyle was different.
It didn't take long for Vomi to realize who she was—Mai, Maki's sister. However, what caught Vomi off guard was the revolver in Mai's hand, pointed directly at them.
Vomi raised an eyebrow, but didn't seem overly concerned. She gave Maki a reassuring glance and quietly stepped back, giving her some space.
"I'll let you handle this," Vomi said softly, before turning and heading off, leaving Maki and her sister alone.
As Maki descended toward the courtyard, she saw the clear tension in Mai's stance. Her sister's eyes were filled with bitterness and hurt, emotions that had obviously been festering for a long time.
Mai's grip on the revolver was steady, but there was a hint of surprise on her face at Maki's sudden appearance. She wanted to ask how she was able to fly but a different question came up.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Mai spat, her tone dripping with disdain. The bitterness was clear as day.
"After all this time? You have the nerve to show up here?"
Maki hesitated, the weight of her guilt pressing heavily on her shoulders. She had expected hostility, but hearing it in her sister's voice was more painful than she'd anticipated. Still, Maki swallowed hard, knowing what she had to do.
Without a word, Maki slowly kneeled in front of Mai, lowering herself into a seiza position on the cold courtyard ground. Her head bowed low, she spoke, her voice quiet but filled with sincerity.
"I'm sorry, Mai."
Mai blinked in disbelief, her grip on the revolver loosening as she took in the sight before her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing—Maki, her proud, unrelenting sister, on her knees, apologizing. This wasn't the Maki she remembered. The Maki she knew would never humble herself like this.
Confusion flickered across Mai's face as she shakily lowered the gun, her hands trembling.
"W-What are you doing?!" she demanded, her voice breaking slightly.
"You think kneeling like that changes anything? You think I'm just going to forgive you?"
Maki lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting Mai's.
"No, I don't expect that," she said softly.
"I know what I did. I left you behind, and I forced you into a world you didn't choose. I don't regret my choices... but I regret not apologizing to you sooner."
Mai's anger flared at Maki's words, her emotions a whirlwind of hurt and frustration.
She threw the revolver aside, the metallic clang echoing in the courtyard as she stepped closer to her sister. Her hands balled into fists, her voice trembling with anger.
"Do you even understand what you did to me?! You left me to deal with all of this on my own! You abandoned me! And now, what? You show up here, say you're sorry, and expect me to just accept it?"
Maki shook her head slowly, still kneeling in front of her.
"No. I don't expect you to accept it, Mai. I don't deserve your forgiveness." Her voice wavered slightly as she continued.
"I was trying to survive…trying to protect you, but I see now that I hurt you in the process. And for that, I am truly sorry."
Mai's breath hitched, her anger mixed with confusion and pain. She couldn't wrap her mind around seeing her sister like this—vulnerable, regretful. It was so unlike the Maki she remembered.
She stood frozen, unsure of how to respond, the emotional walls she had built over the years suddenly cracking under the weight of her sister's apology.
Maki remained silent, her head still bowed, waiting for Mai to say something—anything. She didn't move, didn't dare rise from her position, knowing that this moment was crucial.
For the first time in years, Mai saw a side of her sister she never thought existed—a side willing to admit fault, to humble herself. It shook her to her core.
Without warning, Mai clenched her fist and swung, punching Maki across the face. The blow didn't hurt her, not physically, but Maki didn't flinch or move to defend herself. She just took it.
"You left me!" Mai shouted, her voice cracking as she struck again, another punch landing against Maki's cheek. Maki stumbled back, her body falling to the ground, but she still didn't raise a hand to defend herself.
Mai, fueled by years of pent-up anger and resentment, quickly straddled her, sitting on top of Maki as her fists rained down. Each strike was heavy with emotion, though Maki barely registered the physical pain.
"Why did you leave me?!" Mai screamed, her fists hitting Maki's chest now, but Maki remained still, lying there without resistance.
"What's so wrong with being a servant?! Why did you have to run off and become a sorcerer, dragging me into this life I never wanted?!"
Maki felt Mai's fists slow down, the punches becoming weaker with each hit. Mai's voice trembled as the anger morphed into raw, unfiltered pain.
"I just wanted a normal life! I didn't want any of this!"
Tears began to pool in Mai's eyes, spilling over as she leaned over Maki, her emotions breaking through the surface.
"I didn't want this, Maki…" she whispered, her voice hoarse.
"I didn't want to be a sorcerer. I didn't want to live this life… I just wanted us to be together… normal, like everyone else."
As Mai's tears fell, they splattered onto Maki's face, and for a moment, it felt like Maki was crying too.
The warmth of Mai's tears, mixed with her sister's pain, made her heart ache in ways she hadn't expected. Maki lay there, looking up at Mai, her face wet with her sister's grief.
Mai's shoulders shook, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as the emotional toll of her words took over.
She stopped hitting Maki altogether, her hands now resting on her sister's chest as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Maki could feel the weight of everything Mai had held inside for so long, and it cut deep. Slowly, she reached up and placed her hand gently on Mai's arm, not to stop her, but to comfort her.
"I'm sorry, Mai…" Maki whispered, her voice soft but steady.
"I thought I was protecting you, but I see now that I was wrong. I never should've forced you into this life."
Mai's sobs grew quieter, though her tears still fell, soaking into Maki's shirt as she stayed there, straddling her.
"I just wanted you… to be with me," Mai whispered, her voice barely audible now.
"I didn't care about power or sorcery. I just wanted my sister."
Maki's heart broke at the sound of Mai's voice, and for the first time in years, she felt her own tears begin to well up.
"I know," she said softly, her hand still resting on Mai's arm.
"And I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner."
Mai's tears continued to fall, but the anger in her had subsided, replaced by a deep sadness.
She stayed on top of Maki, crying as years of hurt poured out, and Maki let her, offering the silent comfort of her presence as the two sisters finally confronted the rift that had grown between them.
Meanwhile, as Maki and Mai were reconciling, Vomi soared silently through the skies, her focus entirely on the task at hand.
She reached her destination, a secluded and abandoned temple hidden deep within the city. Descending swiftly, Vomi found what she had come for—a small, unassuming wooden box, nestled in the shadows.
Without hesitation, she opened the box, revealing its contents: a single, withered human finger, pulsating with an ominous, cursed energy.
It was one of Sukuna's fingers, a fragment of the legendary Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses. Vomi's eyes gleamed as she picked up the finger, feeling the sinister energy swirling around it.
Hovering nearby, the Mother Box floated at her side, its metallic surface shimmering with an ethereal glow.
"Mother Box," Vomi said, her voice calm and composed.
"This is Sukuna's finger. Will my absorption ability overpower his cursed energy?"
The Mother Box hummed for a brief moment before responding in its robotic voice.
[ Affirmative. Your absorption capabilities exceed the cursed energy of Ryomen Sukuna. You will successfully assimilate his powers, including all of his skills and domain expansion techniques. ]
Vomi's smile widened as she heard the confirmation. Holding Sukuna's finger in her hand, she thought for a moment, then chuckled softly.
"I think I'll make this a little more enjoyable."
With a quick, almost playful flick of her wrist, Vomi used her powers to transmute the cursed finger. The withered, grotesque digit slowly shifted, morphing into the shape of a small, harmless-looking candy. She held it up to the light, the sinister aura still faintly detectable.
She brought the candy to her lips.
"Goodbye, Sukuna. You won't be returning from this."
Without hesitation, Vomi popped the candy into her mouth, her eyes closing as she felt the cursed energy of Sukuna begin to flow through her.
The power surged through her body, but Vomi's own energy quickly overwhelmed it, absorbing the King of Curses entirely.
The sensation of Sukuna's power merging with hers was exhilarating, but even more satisfying was the knowledge that Sukuna himself was gone—completely erased, unable to return to life ever again.
[ Sukuna's power has been fully assimilated. You now possess his skills, including domain expansion. No threat remains. ] the Mother Box confirmed, its voice unchanging despite the monumental event that had just occurred.
Vomi stood at the edge of the skyscraper, the city sprawling beneath her, as she basked in the newfound power. Sukuna's cursed techniques and abilities were now hers, fully under her control. She smiled to herself, knowing that with this power, few could challenge her dominance.
"Perfect," she whispered, her gaze fixed on the horizon.
"Now I can move forward without worry."
Vomi, now pulsing with Sukuna's cursed energy coursing through her veins, decided it was time to test her newfound abilities.
With a single thought, she teleported herself in a blink, arriving at the shoreline of what appeared to be a vast island.
The scene was tranquil, the sound of waves crashing against the shore blending with the distant call of seagulls, but Vomi immediately sensed the hostility that lay beneath the surface.
Turning slowly, her eyes sharpened as she felt an overwhelming surge of killing intent.
In front of her stood four special-grade curses: Hanami, Jogo, Mahito, and Dagon—the latter being responsible for the island scenery, which was a manifestation of his domain expansion.
But they weren't alone. Standing among them was Kenjaku, his presence even more chilling as he regarded Vomi with curiosity.
Kenjaku was the first to speak, his voice calm but laced with suspicion.
"Who are you? And how did you manage to get here?"
Vomi smirked, her expression unwavering. She didn't bother hiding her intent, nor did she make an effort to mask the amusement dancing in her eyes.
"I'm here to kill you," she said bluntly, her voice casual.
"And test out a new ability while I'm at it."
The group of curses exchanged glances, though they couldn't sense anything overwhelming from Vomi's cursed energy. She appeared composed, but there was a confidence in her stance that unsettled them slightly. They didn't sense the full weight of her power but knew from her tone she wasn't joking.
Kenjaku tilted his head slightly, intrigued.
"Is that so?" he asked, his tone measured. The other curses remained silent, their instincts telling them something was off about this woman, even if they couldn't sense it clearly.
Before any more words could be exchanged, Dagon took action. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned his Shikigami, monstrous sea creatures rising from the waters and crashing forward with terrifying speed. The grotesque creatures, writhing and splashing, charged at Vomi, their jaws snapping as they lunged.
Vomi's smirk widened. She raised her hand effortlessly, and without hesitation, she unleashed Sukuna's techniques.
A thin black line appeared in the air as she slashed through reality itself with the Dismantle technique. The sea creatures, though massive, were sliced apart instantly, their bodies collapsing into the water in pieces, leaving nothing but a bloody mist behind.
The curses stared, momentarily taken aback as the power of Sukuna's abilities revealed themselves. Vomi moved quickly, her form a blur as she used Sukuna's Cleave to cut through multiple shikigami that followed, their destruction swift and precise.
Kenjaku's eyes widened, and for the first time, his casual demeanor faltered.
"Sukuna's techniques…?" Vomi chuckled darkly, her eyes gleaming.
"That's right."
Vomi continued to unleash Sukuna's techniques with deadly precision, slicing through the monstrous shikigami as if they were mere paper.
Each strike was executed flawlessly, leaving nothing but chaos in her wake. The special-grade curses, stunned by the sheer ferocity of her abilities, found themselves reeling back in confusion and disbelief.
But Vomi wasn't finished. With a wave of her hand, she summoned the Gura Gura No Mi powers—her fist vibrating with the overwhelming energy of the tremors she created.
The ground shook violently beneath their feet, and a massive fissure opened up in the earth, causing the curses to lose their footing when Vomi struck the ground.
Waves of destructive force radiated outward, creating a whirlwind of devastation that sent the remaining shikigami crashing into the water and tearing apart the scenery Dagon had created.
The chaos continued to unfold as Vomi reveled in her newfound strength. The special-grade curses were beginning to understand the magnitude of the threat she posed. Jogo and Hanami exchanged worried glances, trying to come up with a strategy to deal with this powerful newcomer.
Amid the turmoil, Mahito saw an opportunity. With a gleeful grin, he charged at Vomi, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Oh, what a delightful little distraction you are! Think you can handle us?" He laughed, relishing the thought of toyed with her.
"I'll enjoy breaking you!"
Vomi merely tilted her head, a playful smile creeping onto her lips.
"Oh, I'm just getting started," she replied coolly, unfazed by his bravado.
As Mahito closed the distance, he launched a series of rapid strikes, using his ability to manipulate souls.
"Time to learn your place, sweet little thing!" he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.
However, Vomi effortlessly sidestepped his attack, her movements graceful and confident.
"Time for an appetizer," she declared, her tone teasing. In an instant, she used her powers to transmute Mahito's form, turning him into a candy with a flick of her wrist.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he felt his cursed energy vanish, and he found himself trapped in an innocent, sugary shape.
Vomi popped the candy into her mouth without a second thought, her laughter echoing as she chewed, savoring the taste of his power.
"Delicious," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, clearly enjoying her victory.
Absorbing Mahito's cursed technique sent a jolt of energy through her, enhancing her own abilities. She could feel his power merging with hers, and a wicked smile spread across her face.
"Now that's the kind of fun I was looking for."
The other curses looked on in shock, their expressions frozen in horror as Mahito was eaten.
Jogo, Hanami, and Dagon stepped back instinctively, their bravado faltering in the face of this display of raw power. Kenjaku's eyes narrowed, realizing they were dealing with something far beyond their expectations.
'This is not good…' Kenjaku thought as Vomi glanced at the remaining curses, her eyes glinting with excitement.
"Who's next?" she taunted, the thrill of the fight coursing through her. The atmosphere had shifted dramatically, and she could sense their fear. It only fueled her confidence further.
"We're not done yet!" Jogo roared, trying to rally his comrades. But Vomi could see the hesitation in their eyes. They were no longer the predators; now they were the prey.
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