Tokyo, November 2017.
The skyline burned gold beneath the autumn sun. In the middle of the city stood a new architectural marvel — the half-finished headquarters of the National Cursed Division. Towering, spiraled, and etched with faint blue runes visible only through cursed sight, it shimmered like a monument to the future.
Inside the central lab, the rhythmic hum of machinery blended with the faint pulse of cursed energy — as if the building itself was alive.
At the core of it all stood Kurotsuki Tenkai, now 22, his dark coat dusted with graphite and starlight. He stood before a holographic model — a network of gleaming towers mapped across Japan, each marked "NCD Sector Hub." His eyes, sharp and analytical, glowed faintly as Aion flickered beside him in holographic form.
"Progress report, Master," Aion said, voice calm and crystalline. "Cursed-infused bullet production has surpassed quota. Seventy million rounds were distributed across defense sectors. Civilian-visibility glasses are now in the retail pipeline. Efficiency rating— 97.3%."
Tenkai's lips curled slightly. "Not bad. Even Gojo might actually call that impressive."
Aion tilted its holographic head. "Correction: Gojo Satoru will definitely claim credit."
Tenkai smirked. "That's also statistically accurate."
He turned toward the massive assembly line — robotic arms glided through clouds of mist, pressing spiritual seals onto cursed alloy. Workers with faintly glowing hands channeled cursed energy into crystalline molds — some awkwardly, some with precision.
All of them were ordinary people once. Now, with their awakened cursed energy, they forged the tools that would change history.
The World's Response
The world, of course, noticed.
Social media platforms exploded with conspiracy threads and sensational headlines.
#CursedDivision trended globally within hours."Japan creates anti-supernatural army?""Are curses real? Leaked footage says yes!""Kurotsuki Industries building weapons that can kill ghosts!"
YouTube thumbnails screamed with clickbait titles:
"EXPLAINED: The Ghost Gun Japan Doesn't Want You to Know About!""The Man Who Stopped a Tsunami With His Eyes (REAL FOOTAGE?!)"
In comment sections, the reactions were chaotic:
"Bro, if I can get those cursed bullets in Call of Duty, I'm unstoppable.""Japan just created Men in Black: Curse Edition.""Kurotsuki Tenkai is literally Tony Stark but if Tony could erase demons.""If this is real, I'm moving to Japan. Safer there than here."
The Japanese media had to scramble to contain it — but the government wanted some of it to leak. A calculated move to build trust and fear.
Inside the Design Chamber
Weeks passed.
The laboratory was now brighter, filled with prototypes — blades, guns, gloves, and even drones thrumming with blue light.
Gojo's voice played faintly through the lab's speaker:
"Remember, the Gojo clan's cursed tool archives are at your disposal. Take whatever you want — just don't turn my ancestors into profit margins."
Tenkai smirked as he worked, sparks flying from the new design. "Fifteen percent profit share, Gojo. I think your ancestors will forgive me."
"Fifteen? You're robbing me blind."
"You already have infinite money."
"Touché," Gojo laughed, "but still, my Infinity's not a discount coupon."
The most popular creation, however, wasn't a sword or a gun — it was a bullet.Small, shimmering rounds of compressed energy infused with stabilized cursed residue. Simple, efficient, lethal.
"Cursed Bullets: Grade 3 Infusion, Single-use kinetic neutralization. Ideal for field deployment."
Mass-produced. Cheap. Easy to use. Every soldier, every officer, every exorcist-in-training wanted them.
On-screen, Aion displayed production stats.
"Master, cursed bullet demand exceeds supply by 260%. Estimated revenue for Q4: 6.8 trillion yen."
Tenkai leaned back, folding his arms. "And they said cursed energy wasn't economically viable."
Alice, now nineteen, entered carrying a tray of coffee and sandwiches, her hair tied in a neat ponytail. She slid the tray next to him and perched on the table. "You're smiling like someone who just broke capitalism again."
He chuckled. "Maybe I did."
Alice leaned in teasingly. "Don't forget your deal with Gojo. He's probably counting the yen in his sleep."
Tenkai gave a low hum. "He probably doesn't even remember the percentage."
"I heard that," Gojo's voice chimed from a tablet on the desk, camera suddenly turning on.
Alice burst out laughing. "He's literally eavesdropping!"
"I'm always listening," Gojo grinned on-screen, reclining in a chair with his students visible in the background. "But seriously, the cursed glasses you made? Genius. My students love them."
Tenkai arched a brow. "You mean you love showing off with them."
"Of course! They make me look even cooler!"
Alice giggled. "Like you needed more ego inflation."
"Hey! Ego is just confidence in 4K," Gojo said proudly.
The Birth of the National Cursed Division
Months of testing, negotiations, and late-night debates finally bore fruit.
Tenkai's proposal — refined, logical, and ruthlessly efficient — became the blueprint for the National Cursed Division:
Division 0 — Special Grades, including Gojo and Tenkai.
Division 1 — Elite Sorcerers capable of solo exorcisms.
Division 2 — Combat units composed of trained soldiers and new sorcerers.
Division 3 — Logistics and support operations.
Division 4 — Healing, rescue, and emergency response.
Each division would operate semi-independently but synchronized through the master AI system Tenkai created — a glowing crystal core named "Shion" (紫音).
"Shion," Tenkai said during the first activation, "your task is to manage all field data, communications, logistics, and personnel in real time. Human operators will verify and oversee your choices."
"Understood, Master," Shion replied, voice elegant and serene. "Objective: flawless coordination, zero loss."
The AI projected a delicate fractal light — a network that mirrored Japan's geography.
Aion hovered beside it, whispering in Tenkai's ear, "She's learning fast."
Tenkai nodded. "Good. I built her to replace the flaws of human bureaucracy."
The Clans' Reaction
The formation of the Division sent shockwaves through the traditional Jujutsu clans.
At a private Gojo clan assembly, voices were raised in indignation:
"They're replacing us with machines!""Our bloodlines will be diluted by outsiders!""This Kurotsuki boy is meddling with sacred arts!"
Gojo leaned against the wall, smiling lazily. "Sacred arts? Please. You couldn't even exorcise a fly-level curse without ten assistants."
"Gojo Satoru, you—"
"Relax," he cut them off, waving a hand. "You still have your pride. Just… no longer your monopoly."
Back in his lab, Tenkai received the news through Aion's feed.
"Predictable," he murmured. "The clans will bark, but they won't bite. Not when the government's on our side."
Alice sighed, resting her chin on his shoulder. "You sound like you're planning a coup."
He smiled faintly. "No. Just evolution."
The Leak and the Uproar
Then came the leak.
A confidential report about the "supernatural division" surfaced online, and within hours, it was everywhere.
"Japan officially admits to employing sorcerers!""Kurotsuki Tenkai's AI runs Japan's hidden defense network!""National Cursed Division – humanity's weapon against the unknown!"
Comment sections again flooded:
"We're living in an anime plot!""No way this is real—wait, that video of the cursed bullet test???""Someone give Tenkai a Nobel Prize in everything."
Memes exploded:
Tenkai holding a cursed bullet with caption: "Peace was never an option."Gojo saluting in sunglasses: "When HR says you need to work weekends."
Even the global news ran segments debating if "cursed warfare" was the next arms race.
The Call
It was a quiet evening when the call came.
Tenkai was reviewing reports when his phone buzzed. The ID read: Gojo Satoru.
He answered casually, "If this is about profit sharing again—"
But Gojo's voice was low this time. Uncharacteristically serious.
"Tenkai."
Tenkai's eyes narrowed. "What happened?"
"It's about Geto."
The silence between them stretched, heavy and electric.
Alice looked up from her seat, sensing the shift in the air.
Tenkai's voice dropped. "…Explain."
Gojo exhaled. "You'd better come to Jujutsu High. Now."
The line went dead.
Aion's hologram flickered softly. "Master, your heartbeat just spiked."
Tenkai stood slowly, his gaze hardening. "Aion, prep the transport."
Alice rose too, worry flickering in her eyes. "Is it bad?"
He gave her a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "It's Geto. It's always bad."
Outside, thunder rumbled through Tokyo's darkening sky — as if the world itself sensed what was about to begin.