"The Cursed Techniques are come's from fear, for sure. But the Spiral? That one came outta a lie—told so smooth, even the curses started buying it."
—Tengen (sealed scrolls, Spiral Era footnotes)
Spiral Shrine – Fractured Eye Chamber
The Eye was falling apart.
Cracks ran through the cursed glass, spiderwebbing out as Akashi stumbled backward, out of breath. The Echo? Toast. But whatever he'd poked just now—yeah, that went way deeper.
The air got cold, sharp enough to sting.
Whispers started bouncing off the stone, ancient as hell, muttering in some language nobody'd heard in a thousand years.
"That's not Spiral script…" Akashi muttered, more to himself. "It's older."
Then, outta nowhere—a hand reached through the crack.
Skinny thing. Dead white. Glyphs scrawled all over it, bleeding ink or blood or both.
It didn't grab him. Just tapped the Eye—tap, like a judge's gavel.
Gone.
But the crack widened.
And something opened inside: a black, unblinking eye.
Watching. Probably judging, too.
Kyoto Jujutsu High – Emergency Conclave
Gakuganji just about shattered his staff on the floor.
"The Spiral Author? That's a fairy tale," one of the old farts barked.
"Not anymore," Mei Mei shot back, flinging a scroll onto the floor—wrapped in what looked like dragon guts. "Akashi messed with the Eye. Set off a curse signature nobody's seen in over a millennium."
"Get outta here."
"It's older than Sukuna," she added, dead serious. "That signature? It invented the Spiral language. It wrote the whole playbook."
Silence. The kind that makes you itch.
Finally, Gakuganji, quiet:
"So who taught it?"
Akashi's Mindspace – The Spiral Realm
Akashi crashed down onto a floating chunk of memory.
No more Shrine. Poof and a Pop....!!!!
He was somewhere else?—a brain-bending world made of old thoughts and all the stuff that could've been seen nowhere,
Right across the void, a figure stood—hooded, covered in scripture that looked like it was rotting off its bones.
It lifted its head.
Its face was just… spiral. Inky, shifting, like it was alive and couldn't decide what shape to be.
"I'm not here to fight you," it rasped. "I'm your scribe."
"You wrote the Spiral curse."
"Not really. I just took notes."
"Then who made it?"
The Author hesitated.
And— God damn it smiled.
"You did."
The Spiral Truth
Visions hit Akashi like a gut punch.
A thousand Spiral Children.
Failed test runs.
Number Ten—him—sobbing in the shadow of some busted altar.
The Author's voice, drilling through his skull:
"You tossed out the curse they handed you. You rewrote it—rage, instinct, whatever you had left. You carved your own glyphs."
"And now? They're turning into law."
Reality – Jujutsu High Grounds
Gojo glared at Yaga.
"He's not just some genius."
"He's a prototype," Yaga muttered.
Gojo shook his head. "Nah. He's a rewrite. A cursed technique that walks and breathes."
Shrine – Exit Gate Activating
The Spiral Eye shrieked, splitting wide. The gate to Jujutsu High ripped open, cursed energy roaring like a jet engine.
Akashi turned away from the Author. Stepped through the mess, into the light.
"You gave me answers," he tossed over his shoulder. "Here's one for you: I'm not your weapon. I'm the end of your story."
And he was gone.