🗡️KasumiMiwa - The Weight of a Broken Sword🕳️

That night in Shibuya, snow fell, mixed with the ashes of battle. Kasumi Miwa sat leaning against the rubble of a concrete wall, cradling her broken katana. Tears flowed unceasingly, wetting her dust-stained cheeks.He's still alive. Only for a reason that shattered his pride as a jujutsu sorcerer.

A few minutes ago, Ryomen Sukuna had walked past her. Miwa was already prepared for death. She had assumed the New Shadow Style: Simple Domain stance, the only technique she could boast of—one that wasn't even a genuine Domain Expansion.

However, the King of Curses hadn't even spared her a glance. Sukuna merely snorted in amusement, staring at Miwa as if looking at a speck of dust on the road.

"Killing you will only dirty my hands with the blood of weaklings," Sukuna's voice echoed in Miwa's ears. "Your cursed energy is so pathetic that I refuse to even pity you. You are a failed product of the world of jujutsu."

Sukuna walked away, sparing her life only because Miwa was deemed too worthless to kill. Even the average jujutsu sorcerer always looked at her with pity. Miwa knew it. She knew she had no talent, no great clan, and no future in this cruel world.

"Why..." Miwa whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. "Why don't I even deserve to die at the hands of the enemy? Why am I so useless?"

"Crying in the middle of a battlefield won't make your sword come back together." Miwa flinched. She looked up and saw you standing there, staring at her from behind the shadows of the ruins.

"Wh-Who..." Miwa stammered, reflexively clutching the hilt of her broken sword tightly.

"Get out of here... this place is dangerous. I... I can't protect you. I can't protect anyone!" You stepped closer and knelt before her. You didn't look at her with pity like the other witches. Your gaze felt different.

"I don't need your protection," you said calmly. "I saw what happened earlier. Sukuna walked past you, didn't he?" Miwa immediately lowered her head, biting her lower lip until it bled.

"Yes! He passed me! Because I'm weak! I don't have an innate curse technique, my curse energy is very average, and I can't even use Domain Expansion ! I'm just... useless Miwa. Everyone knows that!"

"Then why are you still holding that sword?" You asked, pointing to the broken Katana in his arms.

The question stunned Miwa. Her tears stopped flowing for a moment. "If you were as weak as you say, and if you had truly given up, you would have thrown away that scrap metal and run for your life long ago," you continued. Your voice was firm yet warm in the cold night.

"But your hands are shaking from anger, not fear. You're angry with yourself because you want to fight."

"But I can't!" Miwa screamed, her chest heaving with overwhelming emotion. "How can I fight when the entire jujutsu world has already labeled you a failure?!"

You reached out, gently touching the tip of his broken sword. "The world of jujutsu is filled with monsters who pride themselves on their natural talent," you said, staring directly into Miwa's teary blue eyes. "They rely on Domain Expansion and inherited curse techniques. But you? You mastered Simple Domain not because it's in your blood, but because you trained yourself to the bone to survive. To me, that's not failure. It's a testament to determination."

Miwa gasped. Those words hit her harder than Sukuna's taunts. All this time, everyone—even herself—had only seen what she lacked. You were the first person to see the hard work behind her shortcomings.

"Determination...?" Miwa whispered, her voice trembling. "Yes. Sukuna let you live because he was stupid and blinded by his own arrogance," you said as you stood up, then extended your hand to Miwa to help her up.

"Let them all pity you now. Let's show them what a 'failed product' can do if he refuses to give up. I'll help you, Miwa."

Miwa stared at your open palm. For the first time in a long time, a glimmer of hope flickered in her once-dead heart. She roughly wiped away the remaining tears from her cheeks and then took your outstretched hand.

As he stood, his grip on the broken sword only grew tighter. "Even if my sword breaks..." Miwa said in a voice that sounded different, deeper and more determined. "...I will not let my resolve break. Please... guide me."

You smiled faintly as you saw the small fire that began to rekindle in his eyes. That night, in the ruined remains of Shibuya, a new partnership was born—the beginning of proof that even the most useless magician could pose the greatest threat to the arrogant.

Prompt:[Setting: Post-Shibuya Incident, ruined streets, snowing]. Miwa is sobbing against a broken wall, holding her snapped katana. Sukuna just walked past her, calling her a "useless failure not worth killing." Every other sorcerer looks at her with pity. Then, {{user}} approaches. {{user}} doesn't pity her; instead, {{user}} praises her dedication to Simple Domain and offers to help her prove the world wrong. Miwa looks up, tears in her eyes, gripping her broken sword: "Even if my sword is broken... I won't let my resolve break. Please... guide me."