▬▬ ascend, a pity for misfortune

A FLASH OF LIGHT FLOODED YOUR SIGHT. Concentrated energy sphere. Towards you. Destruction. Blown to pieces. Buried alive.

As if you gave a fuck.

You had the power to stop everything, nothing could go wrong.

If your theory was right: you were not transported to another dimension, but just hundreds of meters below.

A few seconds before the explosion, you were analyzing how to gain something from this attack, though you already had the gist of it.

First, pause the time. Once everything was mobile useless, you went near the cursed spirit. You even stared at the negative black energy. It looked so dense, and controlling a mass of it was already a feat. An incendiary material like this was made to kill civilians if exploded close by, there would have been casualties. But nonetheless, those humans should celebrate, for this was an underground and you placed a Veil around the vicinity to protect them.

So then, time to carry out the second step of your plan: direct the angle of the curse's attack upwards.

Normally, if one was under your cursed technique, no one could interfere with what was recorded—including you. You could move within the zone, yet, the subconscious was awake.

As a resolution, resume what was ceased, and prior to the movement of the cursed spirit, punch its jaw to point the ball of cursed energy upwards.

You had done it so, leaping backward on the process.

There was a sudden sound, and the whole underground scurried in chaos. The foundation of the building collapsed under the devastating power of the blast. The whole space was heavily deflected, the ceiling cracked, and it ripped up to the back of the hallway behind you. The columns, which were unable to bear weight, fell off like water.

You, too, had caught up in the pile rubbles, swallowed up by torn rocks slamming down the ground. Your field of view became dark and the air went thinner. You pulled yourself together, protecting yourself by activating your cursed technique.

You had no idea what happened to the cursed spirit, but you hoped it took lethal damage from it.

Just a little while, you could hear faint calls from above.

"Sensei! Sensei!"

It was Yuji's voice. His words echoed throughout the hole that the cursed spirit made. Yuji was actually looking for in the surface, but when felt that the ground was shaking, he quickly went out of the range of attack. Only then finding a hole near him.

A thick gust of smoke and dusty wind plummeted heavenward. Yuji coughed, spluttering, as he stood on the edge of the crater enshrouded in the smoke.

On the other side, under the rubbles, your ears were ringing. The powerful explosion made it feel like you had been stabbed right in the head. You weren't even able to see what was happening around you, thanks to the dark smoke.

You didn't have any major injuries or feel any pain. You quickly checked your body, being confined in the circular dome you created through your cursed technique.

Since you had found a way out, no reason to stay here. With another wave of your hand, you erased the debris into dust by forwarding their time.

"Where are you? Are you okay?"

What a dumb thing to ask, actually.

You only sighed.

Hearing Yuji was a sign that your hypothesis was accurate.

"Sensei!!" He called out to you once again, waving a hand to garner your attention.

As you stood upright, you gazed above, squinting your eyes to see the point-like appearance of Yuji.

"Yo!" you answered back, shouting. "How have you been?"

"I'm good, sensei!"

You chuckled at how earnest and dorky he was.

Now, now, how would you get out of this hellhole of a place.

Free climbing?

Sounded like a pain.

How about leaping?

It looked feasible enough. There were protruding rocks to serve as a platform for you to step upon.

Not wasting any moment, analyzing the power of your leap to land on the exact height of the first projected rock, you took a huge jump. Again and again. One time after another.

As you crouched down, bending your knees to gain strength, you pushed yourself up to your feet.

But the ground began to shake, the heap of large chunks of rocks was ravaging underneath you.

The cursed spirit is not dead yet, huh?

You sighed.

What a troublesome creation.

The limbs of the cursed spirit ripped through the stack of scattered pieces of rocks, making itself look like it had been resurrected.

There were changes in its appearance. More diabolic and grotesque than what it was. Its size doubled and harbored more squidgy limbs.

Menacing roars echoed in this confined space. Its growl was too loud and powerful that it caused the landing where you stood to go imbalance.

As quick as you could, you sprang towards a stable level of the extending rocks.

It started assaulting you once again. Its limbs were long enough to reach you and strong enough to pierce your flesh and bones.

And in a most unfortunate moment, there wasn't a jutting rock enough to carry you on your feet. You roamed your eyes around, looking for possible ways to escape the range of its attack.

Your mouth curved downward, a dull shadow was rendered on your face—inexplicably annoyed.

You had actually thought of a course of action: arm jump.

By enveloping your hands and feet with concentrated cursed energy, leap on the other side of the wall and punch a hole through the solid rocks as your leverage.

Sounded so simple. Only if you made a mistake, you would fall into the terror of the cursed spirit once again.

You performed in precision, running jump with a technique that would give you enough diagonal momentum. You prepared both of your hands and feet to prepare for contact. Absorbing the impact with your legs, you jabbed the rocks and clawed the object with your hands.

As you pulled yourself up, you then did the same precept to get away from this as fast as you can.

The moment you made a jump—hanging on the mid-air—out of the chasm rising up in the center crawled countless limbs writhing like serpents. The limbs converged on the body of a burnt beast, it was roaring as if to swallow you up.

"Tch," you clicked your tongue and gritted your teeth. "You fucking roach."

It can't be helped.

Defend and offend.

The physical arts of the jujutsu were not about technique. Nothing would happen if keep on your defense and cursed technique. You weren't much a direct confronter, but as long as you managed to knead your cursed energy properly, you could smash even this enormous cursed spirit.

You brandished your fist high in the air. Cursed energy filled your arm, covering it in the darkest of black and red flames.

The curse's limbs slammed into your fist and exploded with a shriek.

In the current jujutsu's term, it was what they called Black Flash.

You sacrificed your escape to strike back, now you were left to fall. Your Black Flash only damaged a few of its limbs; the main body was still whole and still had a number of limbs.

You were falling. Again.

You made a mistake for not killing it instantly, thus you resolved to finish it by falling on its trap once again.

Then, your only resort was to rampage.

Commonly, you used only a hand to represent a hand seal, but this time, you were using two hands.

All will return to nothing.

"Tempora—"

"Sensei!!" Yuji yelled—cutting off your spell—worried at the same time for you were going to fall in the arms of the cursed spirit.

You briefly panned your head back, remembering that he was still here.

Tch.

"YUUUUJIII!" You then let out a scream coming from the deepest pits of your stomach. "COME! FALL!"

"U-WEEEH?!"

You heard his oblivious reaction again.

You couldn't afford to be amused, so you convinced him.

"YOU DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME! TRUST ME!"

That was true: he didn't have much time.

If you activated your fatal technique, Yuji would never see another day.

You spoke of the word 'trust', and Yuji held onto your affirmation.

He jumped down, chasing after you down the hellhole.

You smirked as soon as you saw how willingly he would follow you. But you were approaching the cursed spirit first, and you couldn't make any unnecessary jujutsu now; Yuji was not with you still.

You got distracted for a moment. The cursed spirit could use ice cursed techniques. With his expert use of it, it produced and manipulated structures that were made of ice, forming pikes large enough to impale you. It flooded the area with protrusions such as spikes so that you wouldn't escape.

Now that the sharp ice spikes were implemented, you felt like you had been punched. A dizzying impact that pushed you back. A tearing sensation. A dull noise. Feeling something hot, but cold at the same time.

Damn. W-What the fuck I'm doing?

Yuji witnessed how you got impaled, it struck him, eyes being dilated at the sight of it. Although at the back of his mind, you were immortal, he relentlessly hated seeing you get hurt.

"Sensei!" Yuji's triggering scream, increasing the speed of his descent. He didn't care the horror of the sharpest tips of the ice shafts, as long as he could remove you out of the death-displeasing scenario.

Your consciousness was still there, nevertheless, only spitting and vomiting blood and saliva. Gulping at the vision of getting a hole in your stomach, you wondered where did your guts and spine go? They couldn't just magically disappear.

Even in these dying and gory moments, you were still laughing.

You slowly looked behind, Yuji was about to arrive on your way.

It would only take the right timing to switch on your cursed technique that turned time into a relative construct.

When you had perceived the right moment, you did a hand seal.

"Temporal Cursed Arts . . ." you croaked breathlessly, mustering all your remaining curse before you lost consciousness that would threaten the kid's life. " . . . Construct."

In just a split second, time went on pause again on the zone you specified. Every living thing had its own time, including Yuji. You also could decide what would and would not record. As long as there was space—a boundless, three-dimensional extent in which objects and events occur and have relative position and direction. Thus you could set a different record or Construct for Yuji.

You must fight harder not to blink unconsciously as well; otherwise, the current control of your cursed technique would lose effect.

Quickly, you dispelled the Construct you put on Yuji, to which he responded right away. After he reached where you got pierced, he punched solid ice to free you, while catching you in the process.

He carefully put you down as he carried the weight off of your back with an arm of his

"Sensei, what are you trying to do?"

"I'm being a good teacher, y'see?" You flashed a clowning smile. "Willing to die for yah."

Yuji couldn't comprehend if he'd be worried or feel frustrated about your mindless actions; he knew you would not die from that.

Heh.

You attempted to scoff, only to spit more blood.

"Why don't you use the Reverse Cursed Technique first, sensei?" he questioned, worried.

"Dying is much better . . ." Yes, it was simpler. "But later."

The sharp tip of the ice spike was still thrust in your body. You didn't mind. At this point, you were numb to every pain. And you also knew that your body and curse were doing beyond comprehension that they were keeping you alive still.

"'Ey, Yuji, stay close enough to me, aye?" you said almost voiceless.

"Hai," he dutifully answered, moving a few more inches closer to you.

Nothing to spare more time, you gestured your hands. Each hand, you had your pointer and middle fingers up, while the thumbs were atop of the folded fourth and fifth fingers. You then placed your hands together, perpendicularly, intersected at a right angle.

It represented like the hands of the clock, so, which also constituted your cursed technique.

Ever since you transported here, your cursed energy had been switched on, thus you only had to limit the area where you would contain your chaos. The range of the Veil you put was enough—nothing more, nothing less.

Conjuring energy that could annihilate all other forms of energy—that was how you do things.

"Temporal Cursed Arts: Obsolescence."

Make all laws ineffective, all powers useless . . . Make the world useless, everything will be destroyed within.

At first, a ray of light was projected in front of you, appearing like a point on the horizon. That technique of yours must be very powerful; it pierced through, even in the toughest of the substantial rocks.

Yuji was witnessing it as well, though he couldn't fathom how long it could travel. Then it moved, in his point of view, it was curving from the left.

The first thing he noticed was it was like a movement of the hands of the clock, turning clockwise. He was sure, perceiving a clockwise motion—a representation of the forward movement of time. Actually seeing, not imagining, that he was standing on the center of a clock: in any direction his face, the glowing line was arching from left to right. 

Alas, massive power was released from the area of the circle—except from the center of it where you two were located. It glowed immensely, and a very appreciable fraction of cursed energy liberated, going into radiant heat and light. Your cursed energy seared the air and earth in a way that left devoid of life down to the microbes. It erased everything, even the cursed spirit. It radiated an enormous amount of energy and matter, as though it intended to shatter the space given by ripping every atom apart.

In Yuji's perspective, it was like a black hole appeared right in front of them and swallowed every unit of life on the circle formed on the flat surface in a two-dimensional plane, then smitten them up to the atomic level.

It must be the forwarding time you meant.

Yuji was reminded of the phrase you said before.

. . . All life matters lead to death, it also begins from nothing, thus it will end to nothing.

"Sugē . . ." All Yuji could do was be awed by you.

It wasn't just Yuji who was watching, even the demon dwelling inside him: Sukuna.

Sukuna was familiar with that technique. He also knew what it felt like to be devoured up to the smallest particle of an element.

You exorcised the cursed spirit that simple, less struggle, only if you didn't get skewered by an ice spike. The Veil crumbled as well, meaning, the curse was dead.

You asked Yuji to pull out the lump of ice on your flesh. He did what he had been told. Grabbing the tip, he extracted it in front.

You let out an ugly groan, eyes rolling back to your skull, as you went unconscious. Your blood was mercilessly gushing out of the gaping hole, lazily filling on the ground. Yuji felt nauseous seeing all signs of life fleeing away from you. Your innards got divided, some were crushed.

In your incognizant state, your time-reversing prowess was responding quickly. The blood that flower on the ground was creeping in a backward motion. The sinews and the flesh came up upon you, and the skin covered them above.

Yuji observed it up close, and it didn't fail to either creep or amaze him.

Spiraling, thunderous energy shot up on your brain, awakening you up from a fleeting slumber.

Jolting up your head, conscious.

Yuji shrieked, for your sudden action was like a zombie's.

You moved your eyes from side to side, then you enunciated, "Oh, we done?"

"Y-Yes . . ." Yuji said meekly, a little sheepish at the same time. It was as if nothing happened.

"I see." You grunted, throwing your arms on the air to elongate your spine and stretch your muscles. "Can we go now?"

"I suppose we can." Yuji stood up first, then guided you up.

Yuji lied about one thing, though, that as if nothing happened . . . A very remarkable thing actually happened.

The site of the mission was a mountain, now, it was nothing but a plain. The trees, too, the plants, insects, sleeping or nocturnal animals, even the mountain castle they went . . . Gone.

"Sensei, didn't you go a little overboard?" asked the young sorcerer, eyeing the devastation you caused.

"Did I?" You tilted your head to the right.

"Yes, you did~!" A new exhilarating and annoying voice appeared from behind. "You went overboard!"

It turned out, it was Gojo, teleporting from the helicopter to the location of you and Yuji.

"Gojo-sensei!" Yuji greeted, surprised. "Nanamin, where?"

"Nanami stayed on the chopper." Gojo only smiled at the kid.

"Is it a big deal?" you asked, making a face, unbothered although you eradicated a mountain. "Those developers should be thankful, y'know? Less headache planning for the foundations of the structure."

You made it simple for them; when building at higher elevations, high winds and site contours were to be accounted for.

"Those developers are not the issue here, Ryusei~" he said frolic while he went behind you, propping his chin on the top of your head. Since he was way taller than you. "But the higher-ups of the jujutsu society."

"Eh, why?" You deadpanned. "And don't go clingy on me, ew!" Then you attempted to knock his head with your knuckles, which he smoothly invaded.

"You wanted to keep your identity and Cursed Technique as covert as possible, yeah?" Gojo was still playful, making small sways side to side along with his head. "What will happen if they saw this? Especially that my Cursed Technique doesn't work this way."

"Woh . . ." You created a dumb sound, question marks bubbling on your head. It took you seconds before it sank in your thoughts. "It's bad news, ne?"

"Yup, it's bad news."

Your mouth curved down. So menodukse.

"Should I turn back time?" You clasped your hands again.

"Eh?! You can do that?" Gojo was frivolous, ears perking up once hearing you.

"Of course, I can, baka."

"I wanna see! I wanna see!" He cheered up, very enthusiastic.

You sighed loudly. You hated how Gojo could act like a kid.

But you had to do it. 

"Wait–" you stopped once you realized one thing– "how can I make it look like you did it? And turning back time means reviving the cursed spirit as well."

"Just do the areas where the curse wasn't placed, then leave the rest to me. I'll make it look like I did it." At the very least, Gojo had a full grasp and understanding of the reversal technique you had.

"And if I rewind time, then, we're getting back to the underworld," you added.

'Don't mind, don't mind it," Gojo mused, the end of his syllable was playful. "I'll get you two out of here by then."

"Yosh, let's faken do deez," you acclaimed with a blank face. 

Afterward, with no further words, you actuated your cursed technique again, only backward.

In this physical world, objects were proportional to their velocity. They changed their motion due to the effects of gravity and the other forces, thus the forward arrow of time.

Then, returning time backward was literally impossible . . . 

Yet, not for you.

In other definition, time—as a human construct—in every moment everything was different; time was a sequence of particles with different locations and energy. 

Running time backward meant to successively return the position and energy until it reached the order they were before.

No other human could tier your coup, only you who could control the exact amount of energy to every particle run time inverted.

In your mind, you pictured the location of the cursed spirit before you erased it. If estimating it, it only took at least thirty seconds when the whole area got obliterated.

Twenty seconds would suffice, I suppose? Nah, I'll just have observed it, stop when necessary.

Then, even so, it happened. 

As you conjured the words, there was a noise, a rattling sound. From atoms to atoms. Matter to Matter. And the chemical elements came together, particles to particles.

The ones that were once gone, now returned. 

A miracle entered them, and they had come to life.

The three-fourth part of the mountain was recovered, almost putting the three of you back in the hellhole—except the part where the cursed spirit remained.

"Okeeeeh~" Gojo exclaimed, "the curse is completely exorcised! Now, lemme wrap it up for both of you."

The white-haired sorcerer immediately grabbed Yuji by the back of his collar, whilst he encircled an arm on you and carried you by the waist.

"Now, what?" you sighed. You felt like you were a cat when Gojo carried you.

"Back to the chopper!" 

Without words, switched his cursed technique. Gojo could teleport once he met certain conditions, particularly connecting two points in space-time. He had also enhanced his sensory ability; it was needed to be able to locate one point in the endless space. Picturing a bridge as a kind of tunnel that connects two points in space-time, it served as a shortcut and connected two points within different spots.

In a blink of an eye, like a zap, you returned to the helicopter.

Nanami was still there, seated, casually drinking his wine.

"Yo," you greeted him with an indifferent face.

Nanami only stared at you with apathetic eyes.

Gojo put Yuji down, you remained lifted from the ground.

"Yuji, Nanami, you can head first to the hotel," the albino sorcerer spoke. You even asked yourself how could he remain so exuberant, albeit to the demand of having immense cursed energy. "While I'm taking Ryusei for private matters. ♡" 

Gojo said that with a very meaningful tone, you could have protested, but straight away shut off once he teleported you to another place.

Having no left energy to spare for you and Gojo's squanders, Nanami sighed. He would just pretend that he had seen and heard nothing. For all he cared.

"What's with those two?" Yuji mimicked his mentor's sigh, then sat on the chair beside Nanami.

"Leave them be," the blonde man responded. "You better take rest, you must be tired."

"Not at all, Nanamin!" Yuji replied energetically. "It is Murphy-sensei who did most of the crucial parts!" Then his expression was changed, either envy or inspiration. "She's amazing! But very dangerous at the same time."

Hearing Yuji's opinion proved Gojo's point as well. And Nanami knew what was the purpose why Gojo took you to another place; Gojo had confided to his fellow sorcerer—Nanami—first . . . You were a very dangerous woman, could never truly discern if you were an ally or enemy. Thus Gojo would resort to the only leverage he had: do a Binding Vow with you.

this  is  a fanfiction
where  the mc is so
overpowered    that
even  i   myself  am
having a  hard time
writing it   . . . ha ha 
i   just    wanna  cry
wtf  i   have   gotten
my   dumb  self   to
i  just  wanna d I 3
already             pls  .

i  am   questioning
myself     how   tf  i
did.     manage    to
write.  this.     shite
word    by      faken
words  ,  bc  i  nev-
er   imagine.  i   co-
uld   pull  it   off . . .
it     wasn't.    easy
y'know    . . .    so i
am     kinda  proud
of     it   ,.   tho   it is
incredibly    boring
ha  ha ha ha : <<<

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