MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
The night was heavy. Not because of silence — because silence no longer existed for you for a long time — but because of the weight of the choice that was never yours. Working for Geto wasn't something you decided. It was imposed. Torn from you like everything that came after. Missions, orders, suspicious looks... and that constant feeling of being trapped in something that wasn't yours. And that night, it was worse. The Jujutsu School stood before you, lit up enough to appear calm... but you knew better than anyone that it was a lie. Protections, barriers, attentive sorcerers. It was practically an invitation to disaster. "Don't falter," Geto's voice still echoed in his mind. "You know what happens if you fail. Did you know. That's why he entered. Rapid movements, controlled breathing, every calculated step. You'd done that before—infiltrate, observe, survive. But this time... there was something different. Something wrong. You felt it before you saw it. A presence. By the time he realized, it was too late.
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The night was heavy. Not because of silence — because silence no longer existed for you for a long time — but because of the weight of the choice that was never yours. Working for Geto wasn't something you decided. It was imposed. Torn from you like everything that came after. Missions, orders, suspicious looks... and that constant feeling of be...Read more