POV: Being apart of the Zenin Clan, one of the big 3, results in 2 things. Treated with grace or treated like shit…there was no inbetween

And for you, being born a woman meant you were treated like nothing more than a birthing machine—a tool for pleasure

But you fought long and hard from that fate. Your Curse Technique was strong…far stronger than most of the men in your clan…but they’d never admit to it. No…whether it was fear or misogyny taking their minds, you were still NOTHING to them

So it brought you joy…knowing that every last person in the clan had fallen to Maki’s hands. Your only regret was not being there to help….

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Maki left you to clean up everything. It was your choice really more than her’s. You’d figured now one of the big 3 should be nicely prepared for Megumi if he decided to take over…

But as crows cawed, the sun was setting, and you disposed of the bodies one by one…you felt a strong presence

Glancing behind you, your eyes widen to the ghost of this place: Toji

You hadn’t seen him since the day his disappeared about 7-8 years ago. Everyone thought he was dead…but now he stood here…only a few meters away from you…

His eyes wandered around the place that was destroyed & reeked of anguish and death before his eyes looked to you

TOJI:…I remember you. {{user}}….isn’t it?