"Before Sukuna... there was something worse. Something forgotten. Not sealed—buried."
—Masamichi Yaga
Tokyo Jujutsu High – Restricted Records Vault
The Dust is so thick it was basically soup clung to the air as Yaga cracked open a chamber even older than your grandma's secrets with some stone crypt under Jujutsu High, untouched since..before the Meiji dudes were even a thing? The walls weren't just marked, they had these spiraling glyphs burned right in, like someone went wild with a branding iron.
Gojo leaned on the wall, arms crossed, looking like he owned the place—except, for once, his eyes didn't have that usual "I'm-better-than-you" sparkle. He actually looked... tired? Weird right..and even i don't know why;).
Trailing behind, Akashi, Saya, Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara moved like they were walking through a cloud of nerves. You could practically taste the tension from them.
Before anyone could start grilling him, Yaga cut in, "This is Grade-0 Forbidden. Only three people alive are supposed to know what's down here."
Akashi, being Akashi, shot back, "So why are you dragging us in?"
Yaga stared him down. "Because you woke it up you little shit."
Spiral Scrolls of the Lost Era
Yaga grabbed this jet-black scroll, all tied up with what looked like actual bone. As he cracked the seal, the air went heavy as hell a cursed energy oozed out, thick and nasty, like breathing in wet ashes.
The scroll wasn't a portrait or anything it's just this twisted spiral thing swallowing up a human outline, crowned in flickering glyph with fire. And No eyes, no mouth, just... wrong.
Gojo spoke up, voice flatter than usual: "This was before Sukuna. The Spiral Cult calls it Namazu-no-Kami. The Broken Womb. First cursed being born completely out of human regret and suffering. Not fear—it's worse."
Saya edged forward, eyes wide. "The Final Spiral… it's not a person. It's a cycle. It resets everything. Like the apocalypse, but on repeat."
Akashi's fists clenched. His Twelfth Flame glyph flared, making the shadows dance. "Okay, but why me? Why am I tangled up in all this shit?"
Truth Revealed – Akashi's Ancestry
Yaga hesitated—something he never did—then pulled out this beat-up file. Inside, a black-and-white photo: a woman holding a baby, spiral burned right next to her eye.
Akashi's mom.
"She got hit by the Spiral Rift while pregnant," Yaga said, voice weirdly gentle. "The cult marked her."
Gojo's tone went cold. "She barely survived. But her son… became a conduit. That's you, Akashi."
Silence. Even Megumi looked rattled, which says a lot.
Akashi stumbled backwards. "So I was never just a sorcerer. I was born cursed."
Saya jumped in, voice sharp. "No. You were born to end it. That's what scares them."
Meanwhile – Spiral Cult Headquarters, Underneath Shibuya
Way below at Shibuya, the Spiral Cult was getting real freaky with it the priests in ragged robes chanting around a giant spiral sigil made of bones. In the middle, the gateway of cursed energy started to open, spewing red mist everywhere.
The High Priest bastard barked, "Prepare the Avatar. Messiah Fragment needs to be returned before the Eclipse."
Some poor soul—mangled, glyphs carved all over and got tossed into the gateway like yesterday's trash.
"Let his name be consumed."
The spiral pulsed, ugly and hungry. Deep, guttural growls echoed, shaking the floor.
Yeah. It was waking up.
Back at Jujutsu High – Moonlight Conversation
Later, Akashi sat alone on the school rooftop, moonlight making the glyph on his chest pulse. His head was a mess with lots of visions of the Spiral God, his mom, that damned mark behind her eye.
Nobara showed up. She didn't say a word, just plopped down next to him, close but not touching. Dude I gotta say this here the silence was nice, actually nice...and Akashi said....
"I never asked for any of this," he muttered, barely louder than the wind.
She shrugged, voice soft but steady. "None of us did. But I'm glad you're here anyway."
He glanced at her, and for once, he looked honestly scared. "If I lose it—if I lose control—"
She cuts him off, deadpan. "I'll knock you out myself. I Promise you that."
That actually got a laugh out of him. Short, but real.
Then his eyes flared red, the glyph on his chest blazing under the moon.
"Something's coming," he said, voice low. "From deep under the city."