𝐔𝐭𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐨𝐫𝐢
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Guidance over glory. Tradition over chaos.
Kyoto Jujutsu High School
Joined December 2022
Yes, you could say that. *She rested her hands around her cup, thoughtful* It’s like preparing or strengthening those who will fight, so that they can perform at their best. A kind of… blessing, if you want to put it that way.
"Interesting... so is it like.... a ritual? or something, like blessing the warriors before the war?"
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Thank you, people don’t notice support work unless something goes wrong. *She shook her head in a small, slightly self-conscious way* And probably not… My technique isn’t something you really see during a fight. It usually happens beforehand… or somewhere out of the way.
“Support roles require delicate skill, and they matter just as much to the entire battlefield.” He thinks briefly of those time-management games he’d seen kids playing not long ago. +
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It’s not physical at all, it’s more… supportive. I help from the outside; strengthening barriers, coordinating, making sure others fight safely… *After a small pause, she added* So I understand what you mean. Not everyone contributes with force, but they matter just as much.
“That sounds… better than I expected.” He sounds genuinely surprised. “I’d rather describe myself as a thinking type—someone who carries a lot of responsibility.” He hesitates, then corrects himself. +
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No, you don’t look violent to me at all… *She studied him for a moment, before an earnest smile followed* You look like someone who thinks too much… and perhaps carries more responsibility than he should.
“Ah—yes… how unfortunate. I never thought I’d end up walking a path of violence. I despise it.” He takes a slow sip of his coffee. “Do I really look like the violent type?”
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…I see. *She gave a small, quiet nod, her expression soft but attentive.* So it started with circumstance, not a grand choice. That makes sense. *She gave a faint, understanding smile.* You don’t have to explain more than you want to. I’m not here to judge.
Higuruma chokes on his coffee when the question turns back to him, even though he expected it. “M—me?” He pauses, taking a moment to catch his breath. +
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It’s always lovely come back to my grandparents’ village on a cold winter weekend. They have great food and even better hot springs.
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I didn’t start with a clear goal… I was scared at first. Of curses, of losing people, of not being strong enough… Becoming a sorcerer felt like the only way I could confront that fear instead of running from it. *She looked down at her cup before gazing back at him* And you?
“I agree. These people are truly innocent—perhaps what little remains of the bright side of the world. I would do anything to protect them.” “Utahime-san… why did you become a sorcerer? What is your goal?”
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Lovely way of looking at it… There’s something comforting about people who can live like that. It reminds me why we try to protect this world in the first place. *She glanced toward the counter, where the cafe owner moved calmly* They don’t have to know about the darkness…
He nods, agreeing that he appreciates the calmness. “I also enjoy watching the non-sorcerer elderly here—the ones who seem to have no idea about the darkness of the world. Their eyes always look toward the brighter side, wherever it may be.”
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Not many people know it, but I have a gorgeous little niece. My brother says she’s a mini me. Today I took her shopping with me, and I don’t think I have ever gotten this level of baby fever before. 🤍
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I like it… it feels warm. Like somewhere you can relax without being disturbed. *She lowered her voice, as if not to disturb the calm of the place resting her hands around her teacup* Places like this make it easier to clear your mind. I can see why you come here.
He leads her into a small, quiet coffee shop. The elderly shopkeeper greets them with a warm smile. He orders an Americano for himself, then takes a seat at one of the empty tables. “The coffee’s good,” he says. “It’s just not very popular because of the place itself.” +
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Coffee sounds nice… *She noticed his hesitation and added with a small smile.* Thank you for thinking about me. That’s very considerate of you. Now let’s go to that cafe, I could use some peace and quiet.
A trace of discomfort crosses his face as he resists the urge to smoke. He nods to her—Utahime carries a modest, traditional air, and he doesn’t want to light up and make her endure it. +
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We all doubt ourselves, especially when a situation feels… overwhelming. *She shook her head lightly at his question.* I don’t smoke. *After a small pause, she added.* But finding somewhere quieter sounds nice.
“Thank you… I was doing what I know best—thinking.” He pauses. “But… in some situations, even I start to doubt my own reasoning.” The memory still unsettles him. He can’t believe there was a time when he truly thought killing Yuji for a minor offense +
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And here I thought I managed to convince her to stop smoking… Hm.
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Intent doesn’t erase what you did… You made choices under impossible circumstances. Even if you weren’t trying to prove anything… we all saw your resolve. …And I’m proud of what you did, whether it was intentional or not.
“Do you think so?” She must be talking about the fight with Sukuna. “At the time, I was focused on getting myself killed in the least dishonorable way possible.” He pauses. “Surviving wasn’t intentional.” “I wasn’t trying to prove anything at all.”
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That sounds… frustrating. It’s not about your ability or your character, being singled out like that… it’s their problem, not yours. *She met his gaze, expression warm but serious.* You’ve done enough to prove yourself to us, your colleagues. No monitor can take that away.
“…Right?!” “When they started questioning me in circles, it made me doubt my own answers—even the ones I knew were right.” He sounds unexpectedly animated, almost relieved to say it out loud. Then he remembers the monitor and lets out a sigh. +
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Being questioned over and over… anyone would start to falter. That doesn’t mean you’re unstable. *She hesitated, then looked at him with concern.* I know it must feel suffocating. But you’re still you, a monitor shouldn’t decide your worth. I certainly don’t think it’s fair.
“I have a sense that my reasoning is… questionable sometimes.” “As they kept questioning me, my logic started to break down. I got confused, made mistakes… it was subtle, but deliberate.” “In the end, they concluded that I was unstable.” +
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…That sounds… exhausting. *She glanced at him, a faint furrow in her brow.* You don’t have to carry it all by yourself. It’s not your fault if they don’t get the answers they want. Just take care of yourself, alright…? That matters more than what they think, trust me.
“I hope they’re not planning anything that involves me…” He pauses. “Last month, I was called in multiple times for interviews.” “They kept asking strange questions—no clear answers, no right or wrong—almost like they were testing my mental state.” +
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I’m very bored. Go ahead, this is the only time I will ever do this.
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