Tokyo – Evening
The flickering light of a half-broken vending machine painted pale streaks across the hallway floor. A loud slurp echoed through the stillness, followed by a satisfied sigh.
Yuji Itadori leaned against the wall, cup noodles in hand, his grin wide and utterly carefree.
"Man, convenience store tonkotsu never misses," he muttered to no one in particular, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
His phone buzzed. He ignored it.
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Outside the school, shadows stretched long under the setting sun. The wind rustled through the trees quiet, calm, until footsteps broke through the peace.
Megumi Fushiguro moved with purpose, phone pressed to his ear, brow furrowed.
"I'm already close. I'll take care of it," he said, voice flat. A pause. His expression soured.
"…Why not send her?" Another pause. His eyes narrowed. "Tch. Of course. She's 'developing her technique.' Figures."
He hung up without waiting for a reply.
Standing still for a moment, he let out a slow breath. His gaze drifted up toward the second floor of the school building.
"I can't believe Gojo-sensei's playing favorites again…"
A faint pulse tickled at the edge of his senses. Cursed energy barely contained. He adjusted his collar and walked forward, expression unreadable.
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"Occult Club Meeting, begin!"
Yuji slammed his palms on the desk dramatically. Across from him, Sasaki raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, while Iguchi clapped politely.
"Today's topic," Yuji announced, "is curses, hauntings, and whether ghosts can punch you in the face."
Sasaki rolled her eyes. "You say that every time."
"I'm telling you, it's important," Yuji said. "If a ghost shows up and throws hands, I need to know if my track and field speed is enough to dodge it."
"Wouldn't be the weirdest thing in this school," Iguchi mumbled.
As they joked, the cursed object sealed in cloth lay unnoticed in the corner, tucked behind shelves and forgotten by everyone except the curse that waited patiently inside.
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Outside the school, the wind had picked up. The sky was darker than it should have been. Megumi approached slowly, his eyes narrowing as he stepped through the gate.
The cursed energy was sharper now. He could feel it crawling across his skin, cold and spiteful.
He muttered under his breath, "It's already started…"
Inside the school, the seal on the object began to loosen. The cloth writhed like something was moving beneath it.
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The lights in the hallway began to flicker.
Sasaki glanced up from her notes. "Did you see that?"
Yuji blinked. "Huh? See what?"
"The lights."
Iguchi stood, rubbing his arms. "Is it just me, or did it get colder in here?"
Yuji got up and moved toward the window. The sky had turned a deep, unnatural shade of blue. Thick clouds rolled in fast. He frowned.
"Okay, that's weird."
In the corner of the room, behind a pile of cardboard boxes, the binding cloth on the cursed object slowly unraveled.
None of them noticed.
Not yet.
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Megumi moved quickly now, sprinting through the halls with sharp precision. His footsteps echoed.
He could feel the cursed energy swelling like a storm just ahead.
"They opened it," he muttered.
He turned a corner just as the ceiling lights shattered behind him.
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Back in the clubroom, the air turned heavy.
Sasaki stood up, her hands shaking slightly. "What's that smell…?"
It was foul. Like blood and mold and something long dead.
Yuji turned. His eyes locked on the pile in the corner—just in time to see the last thread of the binding come loose.
The seal was broken.
A sick, pulsing aura exploded from the cursed object as something emerged from the dark—a cursed spirit, grotesque and twisted, its limbs too long and eyes hollow and glowing.
Iguchi screamed.
Sasaki froze.
Yuji's instincts kicked in. He stepped in front of them both, arms spread wide.
"I don't know what the hell you are," he said, heart pounding, "but you're not touching my friends."
The cursed spirit lunged.
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Meanwhile, Megumi arrived just as the classroom doors blew off their hinges.
The hallway filled with smoke and cursed energy. He raised his hand, summoning his divine dogs.
"Too late," he growled.
He ran into the chaos, eyes searching.
Time to save them before it was too far gone.
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The cursed spirit loomed in the room, towering and grotesque. It hissed, eyes locked on Yuji. The air stank of decay, its oppressive aura suffocating.
Yuji clenched his fists. "Alright, let's do this." His voice didn't waver, though his heart raced. "I've got no idea what you are, but I'm not letting you hurt anyone."
The cursed spirit snarled and lunged forward with speed too fast for an ordinary creature. Its long, spindly limbs shot out like whips, aiming for Yuji's chest.
Yuji barely managed to sidestep, the monster's claws raking the air just inches from his side. The sheer force of its movement sent a shockwave through the room, knocking over desks and papers.
"Shit!" Yuji gritted his teeth, barely dodging the next swipe. He could feel the weight of the cursed energy pressing in from all sides.
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Megumi burst through the door just as the cursed spirit made its second attack, slamming into the walls of the classroom.
His divine dogs appeared, a flurry of magic energy solidifying into their wolf-like forms. They darted past Yuji, biting and snapping at the cursed spirit. But the creature merely swatted them away like flies.
Megumi cursed under his breath. "Dammit… It's too strong."
Yuji turned to him. "So… any suggestions?"
Megumi's eyes flicked to the object on the floor. "Get that cursed object out of here, and we're good. I can't keep this up for long."
Yuji's gaze landed on the twisted object, now cracked open, glowing faintly. The finger—it had to be.
The cursed spirit snarled again, its elongated fingers reaching for him. Yuji's heart pounded in his chest, and before he could even think, he acted on pure instinct.
"Get away from them!" Yuji yelled, charging forward with the momentum of a freight train. He launched himself at the cursed spirit, landing a solid punch to its chest. For a split second, he felt the satisfying crack of bone, but the cursed spirit's retaliation was swift.
It caught his arm, crushing it in its vice-like grip. Yuji grimaced, feeling the painful pressure against his bones. "This… isn't good," he muttered through clenched teeth.
In that moment, his eyes caught the cursed object, still lying on the floor. The finger. The cursed object that could shift the tides.
Megumi shouted, "Yuji, don't—!"
But it was too late.
Without thinking, Yuji grabbed the finger from the floor and brought it to his mouth. He swallowed it whole.
The room shook.
The cursed energy inside Yuji exploded like a storm unleashed, his body trembling as if it couldn't hold the curse inside him. The cursed spirit recoiled, sensing the massive surge of power as the curse overwhelmed Yuji's senses.
Yuji's body jerked forward, and the presence of Sukuna was no longer just a voice in his mind. It was a physical force, forcing him into submission. The room around him blurred, and the walls seemed to pulse with a deep, malevolent energy.
"You… you're nothing but a vessel," Sukuna's voice thundered inside his mind, laughing cruelly. "A toy for me to play with."
Yuji tried to fight it, pushing back against the overwhelming presence. His hands trembled as he gripped the floor. "No… not like this…"
But Sukuna's grip on his body tightened, and the cursed energy surged. It was as if Yuji's body was no longer his own.
With an inhuman roar, the cursed spirit that had attacked them collapsed to the ground, its body disintegrating into a cloud of cursed energy, consumed by the sheer force of Sukuna's presence. The curse writhed, and the air around them seemed to grow heavier as Sukuna's overwhelming presence took full control.
Yuji's vision blurred further, as he fought for control of his own body. But then, Sukuna's influence only grew stronger, crushing Yuji's resistance underfoot. The curse's final scream was drowned out by Sukuna's maddening laugh.
Sukuna, now in complete control, stood tall, his body exuding an aura of utter dominance. His grin was sharp and cruel as he ripped his shirt apart, exposing his muscular torso to the moonlight streaming through the broken windows.
"What a wonderful time to be alive," Sukuna said with relish, his voice dripping with malicious delight. "The women, the children… it's going to be a massacre." His laugh echoed through the room, dark and chilling.
His eyes gleamed as he surveyed the destruction. The building was in ruins, but it wasn't enough. He could feel the air thick with untapped potential for destruction. He had so much more to wreak.
But suddenly, as if sensing something else, his grin faded for a moment.
"Ashera," Sukuna said, his voice softening for just a second. "Sister, where are you?"
His tone shifted to one of curiosity, as if he were calling out to someone he knew very well. He closed his eyes, focusing his cursed energy outward, sending it out into the ether like a net cast over the world, seeking a familiar, ancient presence.
He waited.
The seconds stretched on, the silence around him heavy with anticipation.
But nothing. No answer. No presence.
Sukuna's eyes snapped open, frustration flickering across his face. His cursed energy swirled in agitation, but there was no trace of her. No trace of Ashera.
"Tch," Sukuna hissed, frustration creeping into his voice. "Nothing. How… strange."
He paced for a moment, his mind racing. The First Daughter of Heaven, Ashera, was nowhere to be found. His connection to her, the faint tether that had once been there, was gone. There was only the void where her energy should have been.
Sukuna's mood soured, and his eyes darkened. "Is she hiding, or is it simply that she's… lost?"
With a final, annoyed growl, he snapped his attention back to the present. The massacre could wait for now. But the sense of absence, the missing link to something far older than him, lingered in his mind.
As Sukuna's laughter echoed through the room, the surge of power suddenly began to fade. Yuji's body tensed, muscles locked in a desperate fight for control. With a final, forceful push from within, Yuji managed to break free. His vision cleared, his breath ragged, and Sukuna's influence was ripped from his body.
Sukuna snarled, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Tch… You again!" he growled, cursing under his breath. "Damn you, Yuji…"
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A loud crack filled the room.
The door exploded open with a force that could only belong to one person. Standing in the doorway was a tall man, his presence suffocating the room with an unrestrained power. His white hair spiked in every direction, and his eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. His attire was immaculate, but there was a sense of carelessness to him, as if he had little regard for the destruction around him.
"Well, well," the man said with an amused smirk, his voice as calm as ever, "looks like I'm just in time."
Yuji blinked up at him, disoriented. "Who… who are you?"
The man grinned wider, stepping further into the room. "You can call me your teacher for now. I'm here to clean up this mess. But don't worry, you're safe now. I saw everything from the cameras."
Yuji looked around, still dazed. "Cameras? What… happened?"
The man cocked his head, as if contemplating Yuji's confusion. "Well, to put it simply, you ate a cursed object. A powerful one. You did good by getting rid of the curse, but… now you're stuck with something a little more dangerous than just a normal curse."
Yuji frowned, trying to process his words. "Dangerous? What do you mean? I'm fine, right?"
The man chuckled, walking toward Yuji. "Fine? Sure, if you mean you didn't die. But you're the vessel now. You've got something much worse inside of you." His tone was light, but there was an edge to it. "Don't worry, though. We'll deal with that."
Yuji's heart raced. "What… What do you mean by vessel? What's inside me?"
The man leaned down and smiled, his eyes gleaming behind his sunglasses. "Oh, just a little curse. Nothing too bad. It's not like you're possessed or anything."
"Then… what do I do now?" Yuji's voice trembled slightly.
"Well," the man clapped his hands together, "now you're coming with me. I'll explain more later, but first, you need to come with me to Jujutsu High. You've got a lot to learn."
Yuji shook his head in confusion. "Jujutsu High? What is that?"
The man shrugged nonchalantly. "It's where we teach people like you how to control curses. You're gonna need it. The curse inside you isn't just gonna go away."
Yuji's mind was spinning. "I'm not a… I'm not a sorcerer, though. How can I… control it?"
The man grinned. "I'll teach you. You've got potential. But you need to be trained. And I'm the guy for that."
As Yuji took in the surreal situation, the man's words seemed to settle into his mind. Despite the shock, something in his chest told him he had no other choice. His life had already changed, and there was no going back now.
"Wait," Yuji asked, the realization slowly sinking in. "Who are you?"
The man raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Ah, right. I forgot to introduce myself. You can call me Gojo."
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Gojo stood, arms crossed, watching Yuji with a bemused expression. "Well, looks like you're finally back in control. But you've got a long way to go before you're ready for what's coming. But at least you can clearly control it."
Yuji, still catching his breath, looked up at him, eyes wide with confusion and fear. "What… what's going to happen to me? What am I supposed to do?"
Gojo grinned, his eyes glinting behind his sunglasses. "For now? Rest. You'll need it. But don't worry, you're with me now." He stepped forward, placing a hand on Yuji's shoulder. "Everything's going to change from here on out. Just stay alive long enough for me to teach you."
Yuji opened his mouth to ask another question, but before he could speak, Gojo flicked a finger toward his forehead.
"Sleep," Gojo said casually.
Yuji's vision blurred instantly. His knees buckled, and his body crumpled to the floor with a soft thud.
Gojo glanced down at him with a grin. "Good night, kid."
Gojo carried Yuji off to a future full of uncertainty and danger.
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Author's Note:
Yo, thanks for reading the first chapter of this fanfiction! I'm the one writing this, with a little help from my co-writer, ChatGPT. I've gotta admit, this is my first time really diving into writing something like this, so bear with me if it's not perfect. There's a lot I'm still figuring out, and I'm just doing my best to bring these ideas to life. ChatGPT's been helping me with brainstorming, editing, and all that good stuff.
Regardless, I hope you enjoyed what you've read so far, and I'm excited to keep going. This story's been a fun challenge, and I'm definitely looking forward to sharing more. Feel free to let me know what you think—feedback always helps me improve.
Catch you in the next chapter!
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