🦋 ℳayu Ryomen 🦋
Curses, secrets and an intriguing family history
If you meet her in the darkness of the night, death is already dancing silently in your shadow.
Not everyone who seeks its beauty finds their way back into the light.
Because not all butterflies glide - some hunt.
Foreword & Info's
A ♥ly welcome to my latest JJK fanfiction project.
A turbulent and cursed world that has gripped me since the first episode of the anime and, like my Demon Slayer FF, won't let go.
In short, I've spun together an OC and, like all my other OCs, I'm throwing them into an unknown adventure
What can you expect?
One;
Genre: Dark Romantasy, Drama, Adventure and SoL
Played period: Shortly before the start of the anime in August 2018, based on the anime as it progresses
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Mayu Ryomen
Note:
I am now trying to translate my FanFic into english. However, my English is not very good. Therefore, I only use a German-English translator from the Internet. So it can happen, that you find errors or other issues. Don´t take it the wrong way.
Hi, hello!
My name is Mayu Ryomen, I'm 27 years old and I moved here to Tokyo about eight months ago from the handsome port city of Shimoda.
Before I started my adventure at the Tokyo Academy of Jujutsu almost two months ago, I was nothing more than a doctor's assistant in a trauma surgery practice, after which I was drawn into a world into which I was already unknowingly born.
How did that happen?
I would say with more bad luck than good!
Like every evening during the week, I was on my way home after successfully completing my work.
I was wandering through the brightly lit streets of Tokyo, as I had always done for the past few months, and for once I decided to take a different route on the evening in question. I was particularly keen to explore and wanted to discover new, unknown places here and there, which I was now able to call home.
As it turned out afterwards, this was - how could it have been otherwise - wrong.
I ended up walking past a large sports field that didn't necessarily benefit from large-scale lighting, which immediately gave me the jitters.
So far so good, but had you heard of jujutsu, curse spirits, curse powers and curse energy?
No? Then there were already two of us indirectly.
Up to this point, I had no idea what these terms meant, but I was not unfamiliar with curse spirits or simply curses. I had been able to see them all my life, but had no other name for them than monsters or evil spirits.
Just such a creature, as I later found out, belonged to the 2nd rank - more on that later, had set its sights on me without further ado.
As I had just mentioned, I wasn't aware that you could, let alone should, fight them with curse powers. Yes, that's how I had looked.
And how was I supposed to do that scaredy-cat!
My first and only plan had been to run or hide. The other way round would have been smarter, of course, but panicking, I stupidly tried both, because these creatures didn't look pretty or cute at all. Especially when they were rushing towards you, leering like that bastard, and you weren't expecting to run into them.
Unfortunately, I was also alone.
So I was defenceless and in great danger - or so I was told.
Apart from that, who could have protected me from that?
If a miracle hadn't happened, I certainly wouldn't be standing here in front of you, telling you about my story, which you could accompany me on if you felt like it.
Unexpectedly and not really expecting it, two of these Jujuzists came by chance to this devastating place and skillfully stepped in to help.
Even though I hadn't believed in God up to that point, I thanked him at that moment that he had spared me.
My supernatural saviors went by the names of Megumi Fushiguro - a 15-year-old 2nd rank jujuzist and his companion, as I learned, also his teacher, Satoru Gojo - a 28-year-old special rank jujuzist.
These were the first people I had ever met in my life who were familiar with this abnormal and surreal world of curses and magic.
So, after I had fortunately found myself safe, we naturally struck up a conversation.
We made an appointment for the following day to let this incident sink in and to let the night pass so that we could talk about our explanations and impressions.