(Just Imagine her hair being white 😭)

Long ago, there was a great war among the sorcerers, and the Gojo Clan and Sumiko Clan were in deep enmity. The former head of the Sumiko Clan killed the head of the Gojo Clan. However, the circumstances surrounding the event remain unclear, as the ancient writings were either burned or, as I suspect, intentionally omitted.

I often recite this phrase to myself, "the devil is real, he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful because he's a fallen angel and he was originally God's favorite...".

I closed the book and sighed, exiting the library. What does the devil have to do with our family history? I've asked Father many times, but he never answered me.

Since the last time a lot of time has passed. I was now 27 years old.

Walking down the corridor, I realized I needed to trim my hair again. I hated when it hung down so long. Continuing down and through the door, I saw him.

Gojo Satoru, 27 years old, the strongest sorcerer. He wasn't wearing his blindfold, his bright blue ocean eyes shimmering in the sunlight.

Irritation flared up within me at the sight of him. He was better at everything. No matter how hard I tried, it amounted to nothing. I furrowed my brows, remembering the countless times I'd been belittled because of him.

As I passed by him, it felt as though our bodies reacted to each other. I hated it. I wanted nothing to do with this jerk. I noticed him seemingly staring at me from behind. Did he feel it too?

There was indeed another legend my grandma used to tell me. How did it go again? Ah yes, got it. It says that once upon a time, there existed black magic. It was the strongest and most dangerous, becoming uncontrollable, even killing its fellow villagers in the village.

One day, someone with white magic appeared and restored balance to the earth. Since then, dark magic and white magic cannot exist without each other, also known as soul fusion. Many say that Gojo represents white magic, but it's unclear who represents dark magic.

I turned and saw my father with his servants holding a parasol over his head to shield him from the sun. I scoffed.

He looked at me, "What were you doing in the library again?"

I kept walking, "Some researches."

I descended the stairs, feeling annoyed. I used to be dependent on him because I was afraid of him and he treated me poorly, but now I'm grown up and known as the second strongest and Special grade. He can't touch me.

I spotted Shoko smoking in the garden. She looked up at me and waved.

I waved back and called out from behind, "Hey, Shoko!"

As I approached her, we embraced. I leaned against the bars, facing backward, and tilted my head back in frustration, my hair falling behind me.

"You look annoyed," she grinned at me.

I sighed, "Yeah, I actually am."

She chuckled lightly, "Because of Gojo again?"

"No, not this time, but because I'm not making any progress with gathering information," I replied.

She took another drag, the smoke rising into the air.

"Is it that important to you?"

I straightened up and made a fist.

Furrowing my brows, I said, "It's the only way to figure out how to defeat Gojo."

She sighed.

"You're diving in too deep," she said.

I shook my head.

"No, I have to surpass him no matter what," I replied.

I hugged her once more.

"We'll catch up later," I said.

She smiled at me, and I made my way to the exit. I noticed Gojo and Yuji laughing together, and when Yuji noticed me, he waved enthusiastically, "Miura-sensei!"

I smiled back. "Yuji, how are you?"

I ignored Gojo and tousled Yuji's hair.

"I'm doing great, Sensei!" he replied.

I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Glad to hear it."

My smile faded when I saw Gojo watching me.

Irritated, I turned towards him.

"What's up?" I asked.

He raised his hands defensively.

"Not with me, but with you," he replied.

He hit a nerve, and I took two steps towards him, standing just a few centimeters away.

"Do you have something to say to me?"

He grinned, tilting his head slightly. "Not that I'm aware of, Miura."

I was about to retort, but Yuji stepped between us.

"Hey, let's calm down here," he said.

I took a step back, gritting my teeth, and walked away.

I went back to the Sumiko mansion.

(THE NEXT DAY)

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I was in our garden, training by myself. I had tied my hair back into a ponytail and put on a compression shirt and jogging pants.

I focused my cursed energy on the water in our garden. Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths. I felt the flow of my cursed energy concentrate, and the water began to rise. Taking a fighting stance, I moved my arms around, trying to become one with the water, to become the water itself.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter, forming a circle with my hand, feeling the water smoothly glide against my skin. Now, I just needed to manage to turn the water into ice without relying on external forces. I became one with the particles of air, water, and earth.

I felt the temperature drop. Some areas of the water began to turn into ice. I felt my circulation slowly adjust. I grinned at the thought. This process required utmost concentration, and one must not be disturbed by external factors.

It's just me here, and the water. Slowly, I let ice crystals form. In my mind, I imagined hitting Gojo's face with them. The problem here was that I had to control my emotions because if too much was released, the power would spiral out of control.