You sat on the swing of the empty park. Ever since that day , the park- while abandoned and littered by curses became your safe space, plus it's empty making it the perfect place for you to train at.
"Y/n-chan, good afternoon." You turned you head to the side, seeing the monk approaching you.
"Getou-sensei." You acknowledge. "Good afternoon, another mission you refused to bring me with?" You asked.
The park, also became the place where that Monk-Getou, coincidentally meets you at. His arrival is always heralded by the sight of his big, stupid bird, a comically large creature that he uses as transportation. Its feathers shimmer in the sunlight, casting an almost ethereal glow as it descends from the sky. Getou's visits are irregular, yet they've become a part of your routine, an unexpected intersection of your world and his.
Sometimes, Getou brings his daughters along, introducing you three with a gentle, almost paternal warmth. Nanako and Mimiko, with their wide eyes and innocent curiosity, are a breath of fresh air in your otherwise solitary existence. Their laughter is infectious, their games simple yet delightful. You find yourself looking forward to these encounters, where the weight of your responsibilities momentarily lifts, replaced by the lightness of childhood play. The three of you chase each other around the park, inventing stories and adventures that transport you far from the realm of curses.
You don't mind him visiting with his daughters. In fact, you like the change in dynamics they bring, a welcome diversion from the intensity of your usual activities. Nanako and Mimiko are endearing playmates, their presence a reminder of the innocence you rarely get to indulge in. They ask you about your brother, Yuuji, and you share stories of your adventures with him, feeling a rare sense of normalcy in these interactions. These moments are precious, a rare opportunity to connect with others your age in a setting free from the burdens of your life.
However, what you do mind is when Getou visits alone, under the guise of having just returned from a dangerous mission. He claims to have been nearby, perhaps having absorbed another curse in the vicinity, and decided to swing by. His explanations are always vague, shrouded in half-truths and deflections that only heighten your curiosity and frustration. You've asked him several times to bring you along on these missions, after all- you're capable and he knows that. He's the ones training you after all! Ever since that day he became your unofficial- official teacher. (And as much as you hate to admit it, you need his guidance, after all- you're dealing with curses not devils). You want to witness the process firsthand, to see how he navigates the dangers and absorbs curses with such apparent ease. Each time, he refuses, his reasoning infuriatingly condescending.
"You're still a child," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand as he push the swing you're sitting at, his tone carrying an air of finality that brooks no argument. "These missions are too dangerous for someone your age."
Oh, how infuriating that is! The idea that your age somehow diminishes your capability is a constant source of irritation. You've proven yourself time and again, mastering your techniques and controlling powerful curses with a skill that belies your years. Yet, in his eyes, you remain a child-an apprentice who needs to be protected rather than an equal who deserves to learn.
"You know that I am not a child." You answered, making Getou pause.
"Then you're a devil stuck in a child's body," Getou said gently, his tone carrying a hint of concern that softened the edges of his words. "But it seems like you lack that much control over the body your possessing with because I can clearly see you snap from time to time." He added, referring to the rare moments where a hint of frustration litter your calm smiling face, moments where your emotions take brief control over you.
His gaze softened, the sternness in his eyes giving way to a flicker of empathy. There was a subtle shift in his demeanor, as if he was speaking not just as a mentor but as someone who genuinely cared about your well-being.
"And therefore, you are a child," he insisted, the emphasis on the word "child" carrying a weight of unspoken implications. To Getou, he was gently nudging you to embrace the innocence and vulnerability that came with your age, to let go of the burdensome expectations you placed on yourself. But you are also a stubborn child.
"You're strong, no doubt about it," he continued, his voice softening even further. "But strength alone isn't enough. True control requires more than just power-it demands mastery over your emotions, your impulses. And that's something you still need to learn."
There was a subtle undercurrent of reassurance in his words, a tacit acknowledgment that it was okay to still be learning, to still be figuring things out. It was as if he was gently guiding you back to the simple joys of childhood, where mistakes were forgiven, and growth was celebrated.
Despite Getou's genuine concern, a cloud of suspicion hung over you, obscuring your ability to fully trust his intentions. His words, though spoken with a sincerity that bordered on paternal care, failed to penetrate the armor of distrust you had built around yourself.
Deep down, you don't know what people's intentions are, you never do. He had shown you kindness, offered guidance, and shared his knowledge with an openness that spoke of genuine care. Yet, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his motives than met the eye.
It wasn't that you doubted his sincerity; it was that you doubted your own ability to discern truth from deception. In a world where everyone had an agenda and alliances shifted like the sands of the desert, trust was a luxury you couldn't afford.
You had learned the hard way that vulnerability was a weakness to be exploited, and you refused to let down your guard, even in the face of Getou's seemingly kind gestures. Every kind word, every gentle touch, felt like a carefully crafted facade, designed to lull you into a false sense of security.
Getou's intentions are multifaceted, driven by a mix of genuine concern and a desire to protect you from the dangers lurking within the Jujutsu Sorcerers' society. He sees in you a raw potential, a talent waiting to be honed, and his lessons are a testament to his commitment to help you reach your full capabilities. Each session is filled with invaluable insights and strategies, aimed at enhancing your control over cursed energy and preparing you for the challenges ahead.
Yet, beneath the surface of his mentorship lies a deeper motive-a desire to shield you from the manipulative schemes of the sorcerers' world. Getou knows all too well the pitfalls that await those who possess great power, and he is determined to spare you from suffering the same fate he endured.
His visits, though rigorous, serve as both a test of your abilities and a means of keeping you away from the prying eyes of the sorcerers' society. He fears that they will see you not as a person, but as a weapon to be exploited for their own ends. And so, he trains you in secret, away from their grasp, hoping to instill in you the strength and resilience to resist their influence.
If only you'd allow him to take you with him, under his care he'd ensure that you grew up as a child, not as a weapon. Getou's earnest desire to shield you from the harsh realities of the sorcerer's world is clear in every interaction. He sees in you the potential for greatness, but more importantly, he sees a child deserving of a childhood-a life free from the burdens of power and manipulation. But alas- you trust no one and perhaps, this nature of yours would protect you from them.
"Y/n-chan" He called out making you look up at him. "Do you want to try controlling a special curse? You get to keep it if you can."
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