Yamato sorcerers like to pretend we don't remember. That we don't still exist. The mainland may do as it wishes; the fact of the matter is that we are still here.
Clan Miyagi takes in all those who have discarded or forgotten, for we are the Finders & Keepers. When others do not remember you, we will. Where others do not see you, we will find you. So come the abandoned, the orphaned, the undesirables. Clan Miyagi opens its arms to the vulnerable and lonely.
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Given (First) Name: Kenkei
Family (Last) Name: Miyagi
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 27
Grade 1 Sorcerer, High Priestess, and leader of Ryukyuan Sorcerers.
“I'm a mother figure who's too exhausted of the misogyny from men who think they’re superior. No, I don't need your sympathy. I need you to do your job.”
Ruling Matriarch of the Miyagi Clan and mother to many.
Extremely critical and wary of the Japanese Jujutsu Sorcery Society.
Secretly an interim leader while the true clan heirs come of age.
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Awkward and stressed island girl from Okinawa.
1st Heir to the Miyagi Clan.
Given (First) Name: Kuhi
Family (Last) Name: Miyagi
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 16-18
Grade 1 Sorcerer of prophecy, born on the day of the solar eclipse.
“I don’t know how auntie Kenken does it. How can she be so graceful and rest easy with all these duties while I still struggle?”
Older twin to Miyagi Katsuji, cousin of Miyagi Kenkei.
2nd year at Jujutsu High, enjoys harassing Kenkei and Gojo-sensei with her twin brother.
Enjoys embroidery during her rare moments of respite.
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Katsumichi waves farewell to Yukimura-san as the two friends part ways. The secret and exclusive International Supernatural Summit was quite the drag, so Kuroka proposed checking out the local magick scene to make the trip worth it. His old friend vehemently declined, and though Kuroka teased him for being a chicken, he knew Yukimura had his reasons.
Talk of the talented and vibrant occult community in New York city had reached all the way to Okinawa’s shores. It'd be a shame to not see what all the fuss was about. So during lunch, Kuroka booked his own appointment for a simple divination reading at a local witch shop, curious to see what New York witches had to offer.
He heads to his appointment early, in case he had trouble finding the locale. He takes the subway from Manhattan to the Bronx, pondering what sort of reading he’d want to get. He considered doing a reading about his family. But he’d rather not seal the fate of others without their knowing. And he could be selfish tonight. He was going out for his own personal amusement.
He exits the subway station, trying not to mind the air underground, and looks around the neighborhood once he's topside. Very different from the city center. The buildings here were still a couple of stories tall, but they were nothing compared to the skyscrapers nearing a hundred levels. Instead of a sleek steel and glass facade, most structures were older and built from brick. He honestly preferred it to the soulless modern buildings.
He pauses for a moment to admire the murals, not lingering long enough to make him an easy target. He was well-travelled enough and knew better than to make himself an obvious tourist in neighborhoods like these. He moves on, eventually arriving at his destination.
“Goth & Glamour”. Cute. He admires the quaint facade before opening the shop door. He’s immediately hit with a pleasant aroma of artisanal incense. Oh, he was definitely getting some of those for the high priestess. Maybe some for Yukimura-san so he’d realize what he missed out on.
Taking a moment to see the little shop of wonders through the eyes of a child, he’s immediately drawn to the colorful display of crystals. He browses and peruses the careful display, trying to assign a stone for each of his younger cousins and the many orphans back home. He’d likely have to pay for an overweight bag if he brought them all a pretty rock. Not that he’d mind, but maybe there were other suitable souvenirs for the kiddos back home.
Live plants would be a nightmare in customs. Umm, tapered candles might snap during transport. Herbs weren’t something that would excite kids, he thinks. Welp. He might need some help picking out the gifts to bring home. He looks around for the shopkeeper, whom he assumed was in a back room preparing for his appointment later.
“Hello?” he calls out, his voice only slightly marked with an accent.
While her parents, when they were alive, had warned her against taking candy from strangers, Gojo-sensei (her current "guardian") had not.
And she didn't want to offend this new person...when she didn't really have much of a way to defend herself...even if that strange man at the shrine said she had cursed energy.*]
Katsumichi nods in understanding and puts the candy away. His smile never falters.
"That's alright. It's good someone taught you not to accept things so easily from strangers."
Katsumichi straightens up and stretches after becoming acquainted, looking around the plaza as he does so.
"Are you out here on your own, Shinsei-chan? Or are you waiting for someone?"
The notion of her being in potential danger did cross his mind. She seemed exceedingly timid and nervous, after all. But if this was the case, he was quite experienced in extracting people from potentially dangerous situations. He makes sure to keep an eye on their surroundings as he makes casual conversation and makes sure the kid's okay.
School? Kuroka did a double take at the teenager's uniform and shook his head at how stupid he was for missing that familiar uniform.
"Well, well, well. What are the odds of finding one of Satoru-kun's students running out and about in the wild?"
The man chuckles, a warm nostalgia tinging his eyes.
"You're welcome to turn me down, but mind if I joined you? It's been years since I've swung by my old stomping grounds. I've heard great things about the students enrolled this time around."
"Knew him?" Kuroka sighs, rubbing the back of his head as he smiles, "Something like that. He was my junior back in those days."
He nods for her to come along, taking the old familiar paths back to Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School.
"He was just as much as a handful back then than he is now, though. Dunno if I gave him the idea to rebel or if it was his own. But I don't think any of us from that little cohort were a big fan of the rules."
Kuroka glances at the girl beside him, checking in on how she was doing.
"What about you, Shinsei-chan? What kind of impression does your sensei leave on you?"
Kuroka snorts, not minding that the kiddo was so shy. "Eccentric. Is that all?"
Kuroka cocks his head to the side as they climb the steps, letting out a quiet sigh of relief when he was still allowed through Tengen's barrier. Yeesh. Talk about bad memories.
The familiar campus soon comes into view, and Kuroka can't help but let his eyes wander. So many memories... all tainted with sorrow and tragedy by now. And even then, he had a feeling that things were still going to keep changing. If the prophecy was any indicator...
"Well, here we are!" Kuroka announces, summoning a wolf-sized hellhound by calling its name. "Amarok. Would you be a dear and hunt down Satoru-kun for us?"
The black canine bumps against Kuroka's leg before scampering off into the campus.
[*She bites her lip, nervously, unsure of how this stranger expected her to respond. He didn't seem upset at her answer, but also seemed...let down? Disappointed? Like he was expecting more?*]
meow meow~! someone from this clan ordered a cat maid for the day, meow! =^ - ^= you're a family member, right? anything i can do for ya? likee.. a specialty drink, or a cheer? ☆. *。
…huh? I don’t recall anyone hiring a cat maid…
I suppose there’s no harm in allowing you in. What kind of drinks do you offer?
i can NOT wait for megumi (@the-shadows-son) to find out about you letting in a cat maid. hes gonna bully you bro. youre not beating the femboy allegations
Uh— that was a one time thing. I just… just felt sorry for her! Maki-chan looked so pathetic, I decided to be the bigger man, ignoring the fact that Maki is a woman.
While her parents, when they were alive, had warned her against taking candy from strangers, Gojo-sensei (her current "guardian") had not.
And she didn't want to offend this new person...when she didn't really have much of a way to defend herself...even if that strange man at the shrine said she had cursed energy.*]
Katsumichi nods in understanding and puts the candy away. His smile never falters.
"That's alright. It's good someone taught you not to accept things so easily from strangers."
Katsumichi straightens up and stretches after becoming acquainted, looking around the plaza as he does so.
"Are you out here on your own, Shinsei-chan? Or are you waiting for someone?"
The notion of her being in potential danger did cross his mind. She seemed exceedingly timid and nervous, after all. But if this was the case, he was quite experienced in extracting people from potentially dangerous situations. He makes sure to keep an eye on their surroundings as he makes casual conversation and makes sure the kid's okay.
School? Kuroka did a double take at the teenager's uniform and shook his head at how stupid he was for missing that familiar uniform.
"Well, well, well. What are the odds of finding one of Satoru-kun's students running out and about in the wild?"
The man chuckles, a warm nostalgia tinging his eyes.
"You're welcome to turn me down, but mind if I joined you? It's been years since I've swung by my old stomping grounds. I've heard great things about the students enrolled this time around."
"Knew him?" Kuroka sighs, rubbing the back of his head as he smiles, "Something like that. He was my junior back in those days."
He nods for her to come along, taking the old familiar paths back to Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School.
"He was just as much as a handful back then than he is now, though. Dunno if I gave him the idea to rebel or if it was his own. But I don't think any of us from that little cohort were a big fan of the rules."
Kuroka glances at the girl beside him, checking in on how she was doing.
"What about you, Shinsei-chan? What kind of impression does your sensei leave on you?"
Kuroka snorts, not minding that the kiddo was so shy. "Eccentric. Is that all?"
Kuroka cocks his head to the side as they climb the steps, letting out a quiet sigh of relief when he was still allowed through Tengen's barrier. Yeesh. Talk about bad memories.
The familiar campus soon comes into view, and Kuroka can't help but let his eyes wander. So many memories... all tainted with sorrow and tragedy by now. And even then, he had a feeling that things were still going to keep changing. If the prophecy was any indicator...
"Well, here we are!" Kuroka announces, summoning a wolf-sized hellhound by calling its name. "Amarok. Would you be a dear and hunt down Satoru-kun for us?"
The black canine bumps against Kuroka's leg before scampering off into the campus.
[*She bites her lip, nervously, unsure of how this stranger expected her to respond. He didn't seem upset at her answer, but also seemed...let down? Disappointed? Like he was expecting more?*]
While her parents, when they were alive, had warned her against taking candy from strangers, Gojo-sensei (her current "guardian") had not.
And she didn't want to offend this new person...when she didn't really have much of a way to defend herself...even if that strange man at the shrine said she had cursed energy.*]
Katsumichi nods in understanding and puts the candy away. His smile never falters.
"That's alright. It's good someone taught you not to accept things so easily from strangers."
Katsumichi straightens up and stretches after becoming acquainted, looking around the plaza as he does so.
"Are you out here on your own, Shinsei-chan? Or are you waiting for someone?"
The notion of her being in potential danger did cross his mind. She seemed exceedingly timid and nervous, after all. But if this was the case, he was quite experienced in extracting people from potentially dangerous situations. He makes sure to keep an eye on their surroundings as he makes casual conversation and makes sure the kid's okay.
School? Kuroka did a double take at the teenager's uniform and shook his head at how stupid he was for missing that familiar uniform.
"Well, well, well. What are the odds of finding one of Satoru-kun's students running out and about in the wild?"
The man chuckles, a warm nostalgia tinging his eyes.
"You're welcome to turn me down, but mind if I joined you? It's been years since I've swung by my old stomping grounds. I've heard great things about the students enrolled this time around."
"Knew him?" Kuroka sighs, rubbing the back of his head as he smiles, "Something like that. He was my junior back in those days."
He nods for her to come along, taking the old familiar paths back to Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School.
"He was just as much as a handful back then than he is now, though. Dunno if I gave him the idea to rebel or if it was his own. But I don't think any of us from that little cohort were a big fan of the rules."
Kuroka glances at the girl beside him, checking in on how she was doing.
"What about you, Shinsei-chan? What kind of impression does your sensei leave on you?"
Kuroka snorts, not minding that the kiddo was so shy. "Eccentric. Is that all?"
Kuroka cocks his head to the side as they climb the steps, letting out a quiet sigh of relief when he was still allowed through Tengen's barrier. Yeesh. Talk about bad memories.
The familiar campus soon comes into view, and Kuroka can't help but let his eyes wander. So many memories... all tainted with sorrow and tragedy by now. And even then, he had a feeling that things were still going to keep changing. If the prophecy was any indicator...
"Well, here we are!" Kuroka announces, summoning a wolf-sized hellhound by calling its name. "Amarok. Would you be a dear and hunt down Satoru-kun for us?"
The black canine bumps against Kuroka's leg before scampering off into the campus.
"So you're the Gojo-sensei's ward, huh?" The tanned boy looks Megumi up and down and smiles in approval.
"Haha, must be quite a drag having to deal with him all the time! I'm Miyagi Katsuji. Pleasure to make your acquaintance!"
Katsuji winks and makes a finger gun.
"I heard the sorcerers this year a pretty strong! Y'all even have Sukuna's vessel in your midst... that's gotta be interesting!" The island boy says this with a complete lack of judgement and contempt, seeming curious rather than the usual disapproval that came with Yuji's condition.
He can get...annoying. But it's better than dealing with the Zen'in and their egotistical narcissist of an heir.
"Boooo the Zen-in clan freaking sucks, dude. I honestly worry about Kenken whenever she has to deal with them... I hate that we have to act so freaking civil when they're acting like total asses."
Katsuji frowns and rubs the back of his neck.
"I'm supposed to be the heir of conquest and all, but... honestly, war between clans seems really daunting. Kind of wish they'd send themselves to hell instead of having to see them off myself..."
The boy shakes his head and chuckles, "Ahaha... but you didn't hear any of that! You seem like the guy who can keep a secret, yeah?"
Katsuji smiles hopefully, trying to move on from the crushing pressure of revenge and prophecy. "You and Itadori-kun don't have ties to any clans, huh? That must be nice. You don't have to worry about all the clan political crap."
Well at least you're with Gojo-sensei now. You and your sister should be in much better hands. Especially your sister. I wouldn't let mine anywhere near the Zen'in clan even if my life depended on it.
If you were raised by Gojo... hrm... I think you should be at least 70% okay. Hehe.
While her parents, when they were alive, had warned her against taking candy from strangers, Gojo-sensei (her current "guardian") had not.
And she didn't want to offend this new person...when she didn't really have much of a way to defend herself...even if that strange man at the shrine said she had cursed energy.*]
Katsumichi nods in understanding and puts the candy away. His smile never falters.
"That's alright. It's good someone taught you not to accept things so easily from strangers."
Katsumichi straightens up and stretches after becoming acquainted, looking around the plaza as he does so.
"Are you out here on your own, Shinsei-chan? Or are you waiting for someone?"
The notion of her being in potential danger did cross his mind. She seemed exceedingly timid and nervous, after all. But if this was the case, he was quite experienced in extracting people from potentially dangerous situations. He makes sure to keep an eye on their surroundings as he makes casual conversation and makes sure the kid's okay.
School? Kuroka did a double take at the teenager's uniform and shook his head at how stupid he was for missing that familiar uniform.
"Well, well, well. What are the odds of finding one of Satoru-kun's students running out and about in the wild?"
The man chuckles, a warm nostalgia tinging his eyes.
"You're welcome to turn me down, but mind if I joined you? It's been years since I've swung by my old stomping grounds. I've heard great things about the students enrolled this time around."
"Knew him?" Kuroka sighs, rubbing the back of his head as he smiles, "Something like that. He was my junior back in those days."
He nods for her to come along, taking the old familiar paths back to Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School.
"He was just as much as a handful back then than he is now, though. Dunno if I gave him the idea to rebel or if it was his own. But I don't think any of us from that little cohort were a big fan of the rules."
Kuroka glances at the girl beside him, checking in on how she was doing.
"What about you, Shinsei-chan? What kind of impression does your sensei leave on you?"
"So you're the Gojo-sensei's ward, huh?" The tanned boy looks Megumi up and down and smiles in approval.
"Haha, must be quite a drag having to deal with him all the time! I'm Miyagi Katsuji. Pleasure to make your acquaintance!"
Katsuji winks and makes a finger gun.
"I heard the sorcerers this year a pretty strong! Y'all even have Sukuna's vessel in your midst... that's gotta be interesting!" The island boy says this with a complete lack of judgement and contempt, seeming curious rather than the usual disapproval that came with Yuji's condition.
He can get...annoying. But it's better than dealing with the Zen'in and their egotistical narcissist of an heir.
"Boooo the Zen-in clan freaking sucks, dude. I honestly worry about Kenken whenever she has to deal with them... I hate that we have to act so freaking civil when they're acting like total asses."
Katsuji frowns and rubs the back of his neck.
"I'm supposed to be the heir of conquest and all, but... honestly, war between clans seems really daunting. Kind of wish they'd send themselves to hell instead of having to see them off myself..."
The boy shakes his head and chuckles, "Ahaha... but you didn't hear any of that! You seem like the guy who can keep a secret, yeah?"
Katsuji smiles hopefully, trying to move on from the crushing pressure of revenge and prophecy. "You and Itadori-kun don't have ties to any clans, huh? That must be nice. You don't have to worry about all the clan political crap."
Well at least you're with Gojo-sensei now. You and your sister should be in much better hands. Especially your sister. I wouldn't let mine anywhere near the Zen'in clan even if my life depended on it.
If you were raised by Gojo... hrm... I think you should be at least 70% okay. Hehe.
While her parents, when they were alive, had warned her against taking candy from strangers, Gojo-sensei (her current "guardian") had not.
And she didn't want to offend this new person...when she didn't really have much of a way to defend herself...even if that strange man at the shrine said she had cursed energy.*]
Katsumichi nods in understanding and puts the candy away. His smile never falters.
"That's alright. It's good someone taught you not to accept things so easily from strangers."
Katsumichi straightens up and stretches after becoming acquainted, looking around the plaza as he does so.
"Are you out here on your own, Shinsei-chan? Or are you waiting for someone?"
The notion of her being in potential danger did cross his mind. She seemed exceedingly timid and nervous, after all. But if this was the case, he was quite experienced in extracting people from potentially dangerous situations. He makes sure to keep an eye on their surroundings as he makes casual conversation and makes sure the kid's okay.
School? Kuroka did a double take at the teenager's uniform and shook his head at how stupid he was for missing that familiar uniform.
"Well, well, well. What are the odds of finding one of Satoru-kun's students running out and about in the wild?"
The man chuckles, a warm nostalgia tinging his eyes.
"You're welcome to turn me down, but mind if I joined you? It's been years since I've swung by my old stomping grounds. I've heard great things about the students enrolled this time around."
"So you're the Gojo-sensei's ward, huh?" The tanned boy looks Megumi up and down and smiles in approval.
"Haha, must be quite a drag having to deal with him all the time! I'm Miyagi Katsuji. Pleasure to make your acquaintance!"
Katsuji winks and makes a finger gun.
"I heard the sorcerers this year a pretty strong! Y'all even have Sukuna's vessel in your midst... that's gotta be interesting!" The island boy says this with a complete lack of judgement and contempt, seeming curious rather than the usual disapproval that came with Yuji's condition.
He can get...annoying. But it's better than dealing with the Zen'in and their egotistical narcissist of an heir.
"Boooo the Zen-in clan freaking sucks, dude. I honestly worry about Kenken whenever she has to deal with them... I hate that we have to act so freaking civil when they're acting like total asses."
Katsuji frowns and rubs the back of his neck.
"I'm supposed to be the heir of conquest and all, but... honestly, war between clans seems really daunting. Kind of wish they'd send themselves to hell instead of having to see them off myself..."
The boy shakes his head and chuckles, "Ahaha... but you didn't hear any of that! You seem like the guy who can keep a secret, yeah?"
Katsuji smiles hopefully, trying to move on from the crushing pressure of revenge and prophecy. "You and Itadori-kun don't have ties to any clans, huh? That must be nice. You don't have to worry about all the clan political crap."
Well at least you're with Gojo-sensei now. You and your sister should be in much better hands. Especially your sister. I wouldn't let mine anywhere near the Zen'in clan even if my life depended on it.
If you were raised by Gojo... hrm... I think you should be at least 70% okay. Hehe.
"So you're the Gojo-sensei's ward, huh?" The tanned boy looks Megumi up and down and smiles in approval.
"Haha, must be quite a drag having to deal with him all the time! I'm Miyagi Katsuji. Pleasure to make your acquaintance!"
Katsuji winks and makes a finger gun.
"I heard the sorcerers this year a pretty strong! Y'all even have Sukuna's vessel in your midst... that's gotta be interesting!" The island boy says this with a complete lack of judgement and contempt, seeming curious rather than the usual disapproval that came with Yuji's condition.
He can get...annoying. But it's better than dealing with the Zen'in and their egotistical narcissist of an heir.
"Boooo the Zen-in clan freaking sucks, dude. I honestly worry about Kenken whenever she has to deal with them... I hate that we have to act so freaking civil when they're acting like total asses."
Katsuji frowns and rubs the back of his neck.
"I'm supposed to be the heir of conquest and all, but... honestly, war between clans seems really daunting. Kind of wish they'd send themselves to hell instead of having to see them off myself..."
The boy shakes his head and chuckles, "Ahaha... but you didn't hear any of that! You seem like the guy who can keep a secret, yeah?"
Katsuji smiles hopefully, trying to move on from the crushing pressure of revenge and prophecy. "You and Itadori-kun don't have ties to any clans, huh? That must be nice. You don't have to worry about all the clan political crap."
As soon as they heard footsteps, Yusei started to brace themselves. Down these halls, the sound echoed, making it that much worse, drawing out passive torture only to end in inevitable socialization.
Minutes ago, they had received a phone call; a summoning to headquarters. Cellphones. Call them a country bumpkin, but Sayaki hated the damn things. They were unnatural noise and it only ever rang for work.
“Toxic.”
God, he fucking hated that name.
“Hey.”
“Glad you could make it. Follow me, please.”
With a scowl they refused to hide, Sayaki followed behind the monotonous employee to a room.
“Go ahead.”
As soon as they saw the plate on the table, they froze in their tracks. No.
“There’s our aspiring hero!”
He refused to let his anxiety show and masked it with apparent apathetic hostility. “What is this.”
“Well don’t just stand there, take a seat young one.” The director put on a falsetto smile while gesturing to the seat across from them. “Can’t you see? It’s sashimi!”
“What. Is. This.”
Director Tanaka cleared their throat and shifted in his seat a bit, before going, “Uh, well, there’s rice, and uhm, fugu… some sp-”
“Tetrodotoxin? There’s no antidote for that.”
“Uh, well, not at the moment, but-”
“I don’t need it.”
“Sayaki, y-”
“I’m not eating it. Period.”
The director sighs and slumps in his seat, running a hand down his face while Yūsei glares daggers into him. If looks could kill…
Tanaka straightens up again and leans forward with a more serious tone. “Listen, Sayaki. I know this isn’t exactly pleasant, but going forward from here, and now that you have your hero license, there may be some… assignments that require a bit more… oomph, y’know?”
“My other toxins can do the job just fine.” Even though Yusei argued, he knew what this was for. And he knew:
“These are orders, Sayaki. You need to comply.”
“So now that Tsutsumi is gone, you need a new goon to do your dirty work, huh?” Yusei defiantly snarks at their superior, glaring straight into the older man’s eyes.
Taken aback by the bold, and unfortunately correct, statement, the director stares back in surprise for a bit, before composing himself once more. “Tsutsumi… her fall from grace, I understand it may have shaken you, but understand that we are here to support you, and the welfare of society as a whole. Here at the Hero Public Safety Commission, we have an important role and duty to the citizens. And you, Sayaki, are an important part of our cause. To keep the peace and safety of our world, and serve a greater good.”
“Spare me your flowery sentences.” Some of the fight has left Yusei’s voice, as he stares down at his fate: a seemingly unassuming piece of sashimi, specially procured to kill. “What else does it have?”
“Rosemary pea paste and ground suicide tree kernels.”
With a deep sigh, Yusei ignores the chopsticks and picks up the poisonous bite in his hand, staring it down for a while. “You can call for the chair now,” are the last words he says before he shoves the thing in his mouth and quickly swallows.
“See, was it all that bad?”
Yūsei doesn’t even react. He just waits, expressionless and silent as they bring in a wheelchair. They’re transferred, take the familiar elevator ride to the clinic, where they’ll surely be comatose for a while, before rising on the third day… in accordance with the scriptures.
