[Note: This novel features no female lead. Romance-centric plots do not apply here.]
The Three Great Clans.
In a world ruled by Cursed Energy and ravaged by Cursed Spirits, the Three Great Clans stand as pillars of power with a legacy that spans over a thousand years.
They are: the Gojo Clan, the Kamo Clan, and the Zenin Clan.
December 12, 2006 , 1:00 AM.
The dead of night.
Heavy clouds covered the sky like ink, drowning out most of the moonlight.
In the lavish estate of the Zenin Clan, a young boy of about ten walked along a corridor. He wore a plain black robe, loose at the collar, revealing his bare upper torso, laced with a web of old scars.
His short black hair was messy but fine. Though his face still held a hint of childish youth, one could already see the makings of a strikingly handsome man, second only to you, dear reader.
But it was his eyes, deep, cold, and black, that truly set him apart. One side of his robe was soaked in fresh blood, lending him a sinister, eerie presence.
He moved at a steady pace and came to a stop before a wooden sliding door. Silently, he pulled it open just enough to slip through, his steps light as he crossed the tatami floor and gently closed the door behind him.
He looked coldly at the man asleep inside the room, and slowly began forming a hand sign.
"Shikigami: Divine Dog, Totality."
As the boy's voice rang out, low and emotionless, a canine-shaped shikigami shot out from the shadows beneath him. In a flash, it lunged at the sleeping man, its maw wide open, twin rows of gleaming fangs closing in.
"Urgh... Urgh!"
The man jolted awake with a strangled cry of agony, his face contorting in a grotesque grimace. He tried to scream, but blood poured from his mouth before he could form a single word.
His throat, already shredded.
Sensing its prey had awoken, the Divine Dog twisted its jaw and clamped down harder.
Blood sprayed across the tatami floor, the walls, the window frame, and the boy's robe, already stained, now soaked in crimson.
This was the Zenin estate. His own home. To the man, it had always been the safest place in the world.
And yet he was dying here.
In the final moments before his breath stopped, his eyes darted wildly, from the creature gnawing at his throat, to the boy watching, utterly unmoved.
Recognition dawned.
Zenin Mirai?
The boy branded a disgrace by the clan?
The so-called failure?
When did he master the Ten Shadows Technique?!
And why was he, of all people, assassinating him in the dead of night?
Confusion and terror overwhelmed even the fear of death.
And then darkness consumed him.
"Ninth one."
The boy's lips curled into a satisfied smile, but only briefly.
"Let's go. Next room."
At his command, the Divine Dog withdrew and melted back into the shadows.
Cursed energy pulsed beneath his feet. Without a sound, the boy continued through the corridor.
He moved from room to room. With the same cold precision, he repeated the ritual.
The name Zenin Mirai was whispered like a curse through the night, a reaper in child's form, cloaked in shadow and blood.
"Divine Dog."
"Toad."
"Great Serpent."
Each invocation brought death. The blood-red roses blooming in darkness were as deadly as they were beautiful.
With each life extinguished, the boy's smile grew wider.
Thirty minutes later.
Under the faint silver light of the moon, the boy's black robe was now completely soaked in red. Even his pale face was streaked with blood.
He casually wiped away the warmth trailing down his cheek, his cold gaze turning toward the distant main residence.
"Twenty-seven. That should be enough. Time to pay Father a visit."
And with that, he walked toward the quarters of Zenin Toji, his father.
The memories of the past ten years surged in his mind, and the bloodlust in his eyes nearly took physical form.
Before all this, Mirai had lived on another world, Blue Star, where he used to lie on his bed, reading the latest Jujutsu Kaisen manga.
He'd witnessed the birth of "Gojo Satoru 2.5."
He had raged online, hammering his keyboard, cursing the author. His outburst was so intense he punched his computer, and was electrocuted to death.
Thus began his second life.
Reincarnated into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.
Good news: His new family was one of the strongest, the Zenin Clan.
Bad news: He was born with extremely low cursed energy.
Even while still in the womb, he had already been named "Zenin Mirai" by Zenin Toji, who at the time was still vying for the clan's leadership.
The name symbolized "the bright future of the Zenin Clan." Toji had placed his hopes on fathering another genius, another Gojo Satoru, to solidify his rise to power.
But when Mirai was finally born,
Toji's disappointment was crushing, like plummeting from heaven to hell.
The tragedy of Zenin Maki, as seen in the manga, had simply come early, for Mirai.
In this world, a sorcerer's innate technique is engraved into them at birth. These "Inherited Techniques" define their path.
They are gifts by birth, and by blood.
They cannot be trained. They are rarely replicated.
Typically, from ages four to six, a sorcerer's cursed technique awakens.
But Mirai's naturally low energy meant that even if he inherited a technique, awakening it would be nearly impossible.
Just like Zenin Mai, whose awakened "Construction Technique" had nothing to do with the Zenin line.
"Those without Zenin blood are not sorcerers. Those without sorcery are not human."
This cruel maxim had been passed down in the Zenin Clan for generations.
The way his mother had been treated... and how quickly Toji had remarried afterward, was the perfect embodiment of that creed.
The Zenin Clan pursued strength through sorcery alone. And any family member lacking talent, like Toji, like Maki, and now Mirai, was branded worthless.
The door slid open.
Mirai stepped inside, then froze. His eyes flashed with surprise, then narrowed, filled with pure killing intent.
His father, Zenin Toji, was already up, fully dressed and holding a cursed tool.
He hadn't expected this intruder.
"This isn't a place for trash like you," Toji snapped instinctively.
But the blood soaking Mirai's robe, and the thick scent of iron in the air, gave him pause.
He had awoken from the overwhelming stench of blood.
But the one who triggered that alarm... was his own son.
Seeing the hatred burning in Mirai's eyes, Toji chuckled.
"Seems you're not as useless as I thought. At the very least, you've grown a spine."
"Yes, Father."
Mirai's lips curled into a deranged smile, his face drenched in blood.
"One last greeting. I hope you remember it well."
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