It generates the most perfect, professional, and guaranteed to win posts STYLE | > That felt **real**. Straight from the heart. “**That's.. an interesting way to see it.**” > She didn't agree, but Makio attentively listened to Zentarou's words, and could discern the sincere intent resonating within them. She greatly admired his unwavering truthfulness, even in the face of disapproval from his date. It was admirable—she recognized that herself. For a second, she found herself **lost** in that approval, her eyebrows settling in an expression of **contentment** with his answer. To be **honest**, she was **satisfied**. (However, she believed that Zen would look exceptionally good in a suit. | He **will** eventually wear one for her. **No ifs or buts.**) > As she delicately savored a mouthful of her rice and beans, she gradually allowed herself to relax ever so slightly, permitting her defenses to momentarily soften, enabling her to engage in a genuine and meaningful exchange with him. After all, he was doing the same for her. “**You sound fresh out of highschool, you know.**” || It almost made her laugh. || <:thoughtO:1133102479089860658> "**Fun, Fun**. Humans kill each other out of spite, anger, hatred, and they call cursed spirits monsters, **fools**." <:thoughtC:1133102499893620927> **|** **[``As if they could even become superior``]**.— *Rambling*. Thinking to himself as he watched the battle since it started, **undetected**, he kept a close eye on the __jigsaw killer__, noting that __"his cursed energy has properties like my blood, **but it isn't as powerful as mine**."__ this only made him want to learn more, after 150 years of upgrading the lethality of his blood before entering his vessel made his blood **deadlier** and more controlled. Seeing how the battle unfolded— **[``Poor little fella'``]** upon the death of Sasaki, a barrage of blood strings launched over, at speeds blitzing the jigsaw killer and cutting through his body, albeit **Kyodai held back**, not wanting to decay the curse user or kill him, he simply used it as a distraction to then speed by and recover the **glove on Sasaki's hand**. "Wouldn't want to let this go to *waste*, would we?"— Kyodai's voice seemed as if it was taunting the curse user, his figure barely visible **he wore the glove on his hand**, cursed energy twisting and distorting around the hand, the basic knowledge of cursed energy control advanced with an ancient brain and a useful cursed tool, it was the perfect combination. — "Tell me, you come here often?". And his stood, his cursed energy like nothing the jigsaw killer saw before, it was **monsterous**. > *Masashi walked into the shed, his silver hair dangling from his shoulders. He forgot to tie his hair. As he continued to walk into the shed, his short frame became more apparent, his long coat giving some more confusion as to his natural body shape.* > *His gray eyes scanned the room, seeming wondering how he was supposed to find a curse, if there doesn't seem to be one.* > `I should of just stayed on the train... instead of just teleporting home...` > *He thought as he opened his palm, creating a blue, flaming card in his hands, which he crushed. Which then a burst of blue flames, seemingly cold to the touch, appeared behind him. What emerged from the flames was...* # ➢ 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 **-** 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 > *Masashi watched as she mounted his shoulder, lighting up the dark shed.* [ 💬 ] - Anyone? > *He pleaded out in the seemingly empty shed.* **"__And if ya *do* go all-out against me, you'd lose.__" | [`To cowardly use a fake body to confront the strongest.`] |** <:jujutsu_sorcerer:1054495952259522572> *Parasite blattered out things that Zentarou **already knew**—things that don't necessarily matter now that times are __different__.* "Ya can try to find Nayu-chan all ya want, *but ya won't be able to find her.* We made sure of that—even when considering **peeping-toms** like __you__. Nobody.. Hell, not even **I** know where she is anymore; it's best that I don't—she could be anywhere in Japan, any *prefecture* outside of Tokyo—*or even anywhere in the **world**.*" "You'd have to become a **pandemic** if ya wanna find her, which'd take a lot of effort. *But even then, not every corner will be able to be looked through.*" There was nothing on Zentarou that could be traced to Nayuta's whereabouts; she might even have a different identity. __He moved on from her for a reason__. She *isn't* his **beloved** anymore like Parasite claims, which is why his threats on Nayuta never phased him. Zentarou knows she'll be safe living normally—*more safe __without__ him.* <:whitedash:944963252666904596> <:whiteglowdot:1068688822310797373> "I came here knowin' that there ain't a **Star Plasma Vessel** holdin' me back this time." <:whitedash:944963252666904596> <:whiteglowdot:1068688822310797373> "__That hasn't changed__. If ya try to use Nayu-chan to pick my nerves, *it ain't gonna work.*" <:whitedash:944963252666904596> <:whiteglowdot:1068688822310797373> "You'd wind up exorcised before you even become spread-out enough to track her down." <:replywhite:1089633960943951922> *"I mean, **__that almost happened to ya__ back in 'eleven**, no?"* **| [`Mocking Parasite's defeat.`]** "Take over the higher-ups? **I couldn't really __give a shit__**. We'd notice it instantly if a higher-up starts actin' funny, and we'll dispose of em, *especially since I have constant __meetings__ with them*. Not that I'm a fan of goin' to those meetings—real pain in the ass! I hate those old fossils with a fuckin' **passion**." "But on the bright side, you'd just make it easier to give an excuse for there to be one less jerk I have to deal with. *So maybe that ain't so bad?"* Zentarou **hates** those corrupted higher-ups. Infecting them would just give him a reason to dispose of them; takes a __weight__ off of the Jujutsu world. **(__Zentarou watched as the infected body killed itself.__) |** <:thought:1081099344150806560> ***"**Yeesh*.. That thing sure has gotten pretty __grumpy__ over the years.**"** <:Thought2:1135714674197925938> *But cutting Parasite some slack, if I almost die while my plans I spent years on—get set back to square one? I'd have an attitude too.* life conveyed that of an inheritance to a boy they anointed Kaide, his __senses__ one could tell. Hearing that rapid snap, which would merely entice concentration. And this is exactly what had occurred, a blur through the atmosphere had materialized. The boy had a follicle that length could be approximated to a stick, though far from lanky as one. As they droop side-side, flickering to the left flank of this **<:demon:1104458470276747406> ** Being that was so, his *discretion* was mere to eradicate this being. Which he'll execute if he strived so and he did. __Emerging__ in that blink of an eye one would enunciate. A blade had ascended into the climate, **traversing** It seemed as if essentially everyone within the setting had hauled clockwise in his gazes. And by performing so the boy had concealed his movements. He had passively constructed a consequence where certain movements would be picked up late by the naked eye. Working in the sense of when light reflection created by an item or people in motion hits the retina, a short amount of time passes before the object is truly perceived. Creating a delay of said light reflection by decreasing the speed of the reflection to under sound through his ordered energy allows him to hide his movements even for mere seconds as if a flash occurs. *[ Even If I Must Take The Devil's Fruit, I Must Gain Power. I Am An Avenger. ]* <:redreply:1138295728020668487> Traversing downwards, this being sought to the arm. Acquiring its influence, slicing through with respite as blood made its way through the climate. spattering onto his—