( misfortune will find you, regardless of the age, regardless of how preventable it might have been in the grand scheme of things. yuuta had been ten years old when his closest friend, the girl that he had promised to one day marry, had been hit by a car. her tiny form had crumpled to the pavement like an inanimate object, her skull crushed, and the slow and steady crawl of blood toward his shoes would haunt him until the day he died. there hadn't been any maliciousness in the accident, but there hadn't been any reason or sense, either. sometimes tragedy simply happens. sometimes people cause it intentionally, and sometimes they do it without knowing — like the person who had killed her, and like yuuta, who had so violently refused to let her go that he had cursed her immortal soul to him for the next six years.
the jujutsu society does not shy from using children in their operations. realistically, they can't; there are so few jujutsu sorcerers now to stand against the rising tide of powerful cursed spirits that yuuta is in the field more often than he'd been in a classroom. he's seen the horrible violence and death that those monsters can mete out, and he's put down a non-insignificant number of human curse users himself. age doesn't factor into it. when you are only one of four special grade sorcerers in the world, you do what you're told, for the greater good.
it's not that he's without a killer instinct — he just needs a reason to access it. amos hasn't raised a hand against any of his closest friends. just a few months prior to yuuta he had hatched out of one of the same chrysalises in the same shrine as he had, and all the events that had led them down their separate paths since then had led them to blows here. no, in this instance, he doesn't have that killer instinct. he doesn't want to kill the man, even if he knows it wouldn't be permanent unless he shattered the stone that held his soul. he just — doesn't think it's necessary. not now. they're not even in the room with the prisoner; if they were, and amos was trying to hurt or kill her, he likely wouldn't have made the decision to flip his grip on his sword. if amos wished to paint with a broad brush and assume he lacked the capability to kill entirely, well, he was welcome to, but it would likely be a mistake in the long term.
amos' defense is solid. yuuta is a skilled fighter, but he lacks years of experience that many others had — which even his classmates had all had in spades over him. it has less to do with how quick and powerful he is and has more to do with how keen his eye is. he can't read as easily as toge or maki might have that amos' straightforwardness and tenacity belied the canniness of life experience. they might have been more wary of the obvious gap left open in his defenses, but yuuta falls for it, perhaps too eager to find a way to end this and rush to the side of his companions.
a foolish mistake. he won't make it again.
amos' hand closes like a vice around his swordarm, yanking him just off his center of balance enough that he takes another whalloping blow to the head. he sees stars, though they tear off to red and black; more blood fills his mouth, and he can feel it dripping from his nose. he instinctually gasps in a breath and exhales a cloud of reverse cursed energy, but it's still far too little, far too slow. he forces his eyes open — one already swelling near-shut from the blows — and he does something odd. he drops his sword, instead twisting his arm to grapple amos' arm just as the man had done to him. with his left, he does the same, locking them into a one-on-one wrestle. one that probably looks hilariously one-sided to an outside viewer, given amos' size against yuuta's skinny teenager frame, but he draws more and more cursed energy to augment himself to match him. against amos' super strength, he can hold his own — though it hadn't been his intention to try to wrestle the man to the ground.
no. instead, he rears back and attempts to headbutt him, not only with strength and force granted to him by the energy reinforcing his body, but by a surge of cursed energy that he forces through the impact. it would hit amos like a shockwave after the initial blow, forceful enough to knock over several pieces of furniture within several feet of them. )
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the jujutsu society does not shy from using children in their operations. realistically, they can't; there are so few jujutsu sorcerers now to stand against the rising tide of powerful cursed spirits that yuuta is in the field more often than he'd been in a classroom. he's seen the horrible violence and death that those monsters can mete out, and he's put down a non-insignificant number of human curse users himself. age doesn't factor into it. when you are only one of four special grade sorcerers in the world, you do what you're told, for the greater good.
it's not that he's without a killer instinct — he just needs a reason to access it. amos hasn't raised a hand against any of his closest friends. just a few months prior to yuuta he had hatched out of one of the same chrysalises in the same shrine as he had, and all the events that had led them down their separate paths since then had led them to blows here. no, in this instance, he doesn't have that killer instinct. he doesn't want to kill the man, even if he knows it wouldn't be permanent unless he shattered the stone that held his soul. he just — doesn't think it's necessary. not now. they're not even in the room with the prisoner; if they were, and amos was trying to hurt or kill her, he likely wouldn't have made the decision to flip his grip on his sword. if amos wished to paint with a broad brush and assume he lacked the capability to kill entirely, well, he was welcome to, but it would likely be a mistake in the long term.
amos' defense is solid. yuuta is a skilled fighter, but he lacks years of experience that many others had — which even his classmates had all had in spades over him. it has less to do with how quick and powerful he is and has more to do with how keen his eye is. he can't read as easily as toge or maki might have that amos' straightforwardness and tenacity belied the canniness of life experience. they might have been more wary of the obvious gap left open in his defenses, but yuuta falls for it, perhaps too eager to find a way to end this and rush to the side of his companions.
a foolish mistake. he won't make it again.
amos' hand closes like a vice around his swordarm, yanking him just off his center of balance enough that he takes another whalloping blow to the head. he sees stars, though they tear off to red and black; more blood fills his mouth, and he can feel it dripping from his nose. he instinctually gasps in a breath and exhales a cloud of reverse cursed energy, but it's still far too little, far too slow. he forces his eyes open — one already swelling near-shut from the blows — and he does something odd. he drops his sword, instead twisting his arm to grapple amos' arm just as the man had done to him. with his left, he does the same, locking them into a one-on-one wrestle. one that probably looks hilariously one-sided to an outside viewer, given amos' size against yuuta's skinny teenager frame, but he draws more and more cursed energy to augment himself to match him. against amos' super strength, he can hold his own — though it hadn't been his intention to try to wrestle the man to the ground.
no. instead, he rears back and attempts to headbutt him, not only with strength and force granted to him by the energy reinforcing his body, but by a surge of cursed energy that he forces through the impact. it would hit amos like a shockwave after the initial blow, forceful enough to knock over several pieces of furniture within several feet of them. )