Yuuta paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. Rika’s shadow tendrils curled playfully around his wrist.
In the flickering light of a CRT monitor, Rika Orimoto’s ghost leaned over Yuuta Okkotsu’s shoulder as he typed. A fan on a forum had just posted: “how old is rika jjk” how old is rika jjk
Yuuta smiled softly. “The question is trickier than they think.” Yuuta paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard
When Yuuta, now a second-year at Jujutsu High, chose to release her curse—not exorcise, but free —Rika’s soul smiled. Her curse form dissolved. But a fragment, a will made of pure love, stayed by his side. A new Rika. No birthdate. No death date. Just a vow: “I’ll protect you forever.” Yuuta finished typing and leaned back. Rika’s spirit—the small, gentle one—materialized beside him, feet hovering an inch off the floor. She looked about ten again, but her eyes held centuries. A fan on a forum had just posted:
“They’re asking about me,” she whispered, her voice a chorus of little girl giggles and ancient sorrow.
Rika giggled. “Tell them: old enough to curse the world for him. Young enough to let it go.”