Special Grade Plot
In the thick fog surrounding a valley lay a town and its people, most of them clustered together indoors, doors shut tight and windows barred as if the mist itself might crawl inside. You could not find a single person alone outside. Even the streets felt abandoned, as though the town itself was holding its breath. Far nearby, two figures approached through the fog—one tall, one slightly shorter—their silhouettes cutting through the haze like shadows given form. They were Geto and Kai.
The fog clung to their clothes, muffling sound, distorting distance, and dulling even the faintest echoes. The air felt heavy, saturated with something that was not moisture alone.
Kai:
"So, anything from the area that your curse spirits sense?"
Kai turns his head slightly, glancing toward Geto. Even beneath the blindfold, his attention is sharp, his perception extending outward like invisible threads. He sees Geto's expression clearly enough—the slight tension in his jaw, the crease between his brows.
Geto shakes his head slowly, a deep frown forming.
Geto:
"No. Weirdly enough, at a certain range the perception of my curse spirits is cut off."
The words hang heavier than the fog itself.
Kai stops walking and turns fully toward Geto at those exact words, his posture stiffening. The faint wind dies down, and for a moment the valley feels unnaturally still.
Kai:
"Yeah… I'll call it now. That is a bad sign."
Geto exhales through his nose, his eyes scanning the fog-drowned rooftops in the distance.
Geto:
"I'm sure it has to do with the curse spirit we're looking for."
They continue forward, eventually reaching the town itself. Doors crack open just enough for wary eyes to peer out. Conversations are hushed, voices trembling as the locals explain the history and events of the abandoned mines—how an unexpected earthquake collapsed the tunnels inward, sealing over two hundred people underground. No rescue ever came in time. No bodies were recovered. The company operating the mines vanished shortly after.
When given directions to the site, the townspeople refuse to go any further. Fear grips them too tightly. Even standing near the path feels like tempting fate.
Soon, only Geto and Kai remain.
They walk into the mine entrance, the darkness swallowing them whole. The air grows colder, damp, and oppressive. Kai lowers his blindfold slightly, his demeanor shifting instantly—playfulness gone, focus absolute.
Kai:
"Yeah, let's not take chances. I'm strong, but not stupid—like Gojo, overly relying on my curse technique to keep me safe."
Normally, Geto would have snapped back, defending his friend without hesitation. But this time, as the mine groans faintly around them, he realizes Kai is right.
Geto:
"You have a point. I'll keep my curse spirits close."
Before anything else can be said, the ground shakes violently. Cracks spiderweb through the stone beneath their feet. With a deafening rumble, the earth collapses inward.
They fall.
Rock, dust, and debris crash around them as they plunge into a lower cavern. They land hard near a subterranean cave with a small water source at its center, the surface rippling violently from the impact.
Before either of them can speak—
A massive presence shifts.
From the darkness emerges a large curse spirit, its body an unnatural fusion: the segmented bulk of an ant merged with the digging form of a mole, its exterior layered in jagged stone like a golem. As it moves, earth reshapes around it. Then, with grinding sounds, it shifts again—rising into a more humanoid form.
Chikyū Umare:
"Ahh… jujutsu sorcerers. Always so nosy, getting into others' business—no matter the era."
Kai doesn't hesitate.
Kai:
"Well, you can talk, so that makes you Special Grade. Can we get to it, fight you, and get this over with? I don't like the feeling I get from being here."
Geto nods, already summoning cursed energy.
Geto:
"You have a point. Let's rush it and get this over with."
Chikyū Umare's rocky face twists into something like a sneer.
Chikyū Umare:
"So I'm underestimated by a bunch of kids who don't even have the title of Special Grade yet. How insulting."
The ground roars.
The curse spirit dissolves into earth and stone, driving straight into the ground and vanishing from sight.
Geto reacts instantly. His wolf-bat curse spirit bursts forth, sprinting and flying across the cavern, sonar cries bouncing off stone as it tries to track the movement below. But suddenly—
The ground beneath Kai explodes.
On instinct, his perception triggers first.
Cleave: Reentry activates through the soles of his feet. The transferred force is stripped away as Kai uses the momentum to launch himself upward into a backflip, suspended briefly in the air. From above, he sees it—the curse spirit moving beneath the surface like a living tectonic plate.
The wolf-bat unleashes a sonic attack, while Geto equips a curse spirit that morphs into metallic armor across his body. A sharp shine flashes as he drives a reinforced fist straight into the curse spirit as it breaches the ground.
Kai's eyes glow crimson.
Space itself responds.
Vectors open.
Slashes move as if time hesitates.
Dismantle..
When motion resumes, countless cuts tear through the Special Grade—half a limb severed cleanly. But before satisfaction can even register, the stone regenerates, reforming as if nothing happened.
Kai:
"Okay… this might be a problem."
Geto:
"You think!?"
BOOM..
The wolf-bat is smashed into the cavern wall by the curse spirit's tail. Geto summons again—a hawk-like curse spirit with a beetle's body, its horn firing compressed wind blades. The wolf-bat returns, layering sonic echoes over the attack. Stone cracks. Chunks fall away.
But the healing never stops.
Earth and rock erupt like bullets, tearing through the cavern at impossible speed. Geto summons a massive guardian—an elephant merged with a dragon—intercepting the barrage. Kai dissects the remaining shards midair with Dismantle before they can reach him.
Chikyū Umare:
"Damn jujutsu sorcerers… I'm done playing around. How will you take this?"
Its hands form a sign.
Both sorcerers tense.
Chikyū Umare:
"Incomplete Domain Expansion: Shifting Surface Plates."
The world changes.
The ground becomes alive—layers shifting, rolling, breathing beneath their feet.
Kai:
"He just got a 120% boost from that."
Geto:
"Lucky it's incomplete. No sure-hit."
Kai replies dryly.
Kai:
"Oh yeah. Lucky me. It's *only* an incomplete domain."
Cursed energy flares around Kai, flowing strangely. Every piece of earth that approaches him is shredded before it can touch.
Kai:
"Falling Blossom Emotion."
Geto's eyes widen.
Geto:
"When did you learn that!?"
Kai:
"When I was gone for months, did you really think I wasn't training?"
Thoughts race through Kai's mind—Toji, missed knowledge, anti-domain techniques, Simple Domain. He steels himself.
I'll survive this. And I'll learn more.
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Falling Blossom Emotion
A technique where cursed energy automatically strikes back against anything that makes contact. Within a Domain Expansion, it counters physical sure-hits with equal force—limited only by the user's output.
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And with bursts of rock that rang like gunshots, earth moved toward Kai at blinding speed, chunks tearing free from the domain's shifting ground like high-caliber rounds fired point-blank. The air screamed as mass and velocity crushed through it, each shard capable of pulverizing a building.
But before they could even reach him, cursed energy acted first—faster than thought, faster than instinct.
Cleave..
Kai's stance shifted smoothly, his feet sliding across the unstable ground as if it were solid marble. He moved like a boxer in the pocket, hopping from right to left, shoulders rolling, hips turning with precision. Each punch he threw was clean and economical—short jabs, compact straights—and the moment his fist connected with the incoming earth, his cursed technique activated.
On impact, the rock didn't just break.
It was shredded, erased at the molecular level by Cleave, reduced instantly to fine dust. Each strike left behind nothing but a faint cloud drifting where solid mass had existed a split second earlier.
Boom..
Boom..
The sound echoed like cannon fire through the cavern, shockwaves rippling across the water at the cave's center. Stone walls cracked, fragments raining down as Kai continued forward, completely unbothered, his movements calm and deliberate.
Then—
From the shadows, space itself folded.
A long, dark hallway tore open unnaturally, stretching into existence like a slit carved through reality. The lighting shifted, flattening into something theatrical and unnatural. Chikyū Umare turned sharply—
And froze.
A woman in white stood at the end of the corridor, long raven-black hair hanging forward to obscure her face. In her hands rested a massive pair of scissors, rusted and stained. The moment her domain manifested, all cursed energy halted, as if reality itself had been ordered to stop breathing.
Kuchisake-Onna:
"Am I… am I… am I pretty?"
From beneath the veil of her hair, many eyes opened—blinking, rolling, staring with obsessive intensity.
Metal beams crisscrossed the hallway as Chikyū Umare tried to move, but his body refused to respond. Around him, massive scissor-like blades materialized, hovering at precise angles, waiting.
Chikyū Umare:
"This is some kind of trick. Why can't I move—oh… a binding vow, huh? A domain of non-violence."
Kuchisake-Onna tilted her head slowly.
Kuchisake-Onna:
"Am I pretty?"
Sweat streamed down the Special Grade's rocky face as panic finally cracked through his arrogance. He hardened his body further, turning his skin fully to stone before answering.
Chikyū Umare:
"You're not the best-looking."
Slash..
A scissor blade carved clean through his shoulder, sparks and debris scattering.
Chikyū Umare:
"Wait—wait! Don't get it twisted! You're not bad-looking either!"
Slash..
Another cut, deeper this time.
Kuchisake-Onna:
"Liar… liar."
Her voice trembled with rage and sorrow.
Then—slowly—she turned toward Kai.
Kuchisake-Onna:
"You think I'm pretty, right?"
Why am I the one now… what did I even do?
Kai scratched the back of his head slightly.
Kai:
"Personally, you're not my type, but—"
Tears actually began to fall from her many eyes, streaking down her pale skin.
Kai:
"But to be fair, you look way better than Mid—Mid Maki. So in my eyes, that's already better than being the most mid sorcerer bitch."
Kuchisake-Onna:
"…Really?"
Her eyes lit up—actually sparkling. Don't ask how; with that many eyes, perception worked differently. Kai just *felt* it. Like that meme—what's your source? Trust me, bro.
Kai:
"Yeah. You do. How about this—help us beat this guy who dared call you ugly, and then me, you, and Geto go get ice cream. Sound good?"
Kuchisake-Onna:
"Yes. Kurai yes. Onna think Kurai pretty."
Kai glanced sideways to see Geto rubbing his temple.
Geto:
"You're really a womanizer, huh…"
Chikyū Umare:
"Hey! We are battling here! This is kind of a life-and-death fight!"
Kai:
"So anyway, Geto, I really wanna know—you and Shoko…"
Geto:
"No. No. Nothing like that."
Kai:
"But I see the way you look at each other. I wonder who would be Gojo's type."
With the only sound in the background being ,the slashes from Kunchisake-Onna's blades .
Geto:
"I doubt anyone could put up with him long enough to find out."
Kai:
"That's what I was thinking. What kind of special woman could handle Gojo?"
Chikyū Umare:
"Can you just kill me or seal me already? I think that would be much better. Also—who is this Gojo guy?"
Both Kai and Geto turned back toward the Special Grade as Kuchisake-Onna continued cutting him apart over and over. Each time, his body regenerated through earth manipulation, making him functionally immortal.
Kai's body glowed as cursed energy wrapped tighter around his skin, denser, sharper. In the blink of an eye—
He vanished.
The only thing left behind was the rip of space itself.
Dismantle..
Kai:
"You're a curse spirit… do you even need arms?"
Chikyū Umare spun just in time to see Kai behind him. He threw a punch—
But Kai blitzed.
He appeared at his side, tapped his shoulder lightly, and leaned in close to his ear.
Blitz..
Kai:
"I gotta tell you a secret… but shhh. Don't tell anyone. I stole something."
Kai raised his hand.
Chikyū Umare:
"Wait—that's my leg! What the—when did you—how am I on my knees!?"
Blitz..
Kai appeared in front of him and delivered a brutal Sparta kick straight to the chest, launching the curse spirit backward, slamming him flat onto his back.
Kai:
"I don't think you need your left arm. Your right arm's bigger—you must use it more."
Cleave..
With a single touch, Kai atomized Chikyū Umare's left arm. Dust drifted where it had been.
Chikyū Umare:
"Brat! Who raised you!? I swear I'm telling on you!"
Kai:
"Hehehe… you're funny. Who you gonna tell— God?"
Chikyū Umare:
"Yes! How can you be made in His image!?"
Kai:
"Do they even let curses into heaven? Guess you'll find out if you get there."
Kai's eyes burned crimson.
Kai:
"I am a curse. Made in the image of His shadow. A reaper of death to all curses."
Geto sighed.
Geto:
"Are you practicing your aura lines again?"
Kai:
"Nah—but hear me out. All the greats have iconic lines."
Geto:
"You do have a point."
Kai:
"You ruined the fun. Let's end this."
Amplification Charge Extinguish: Dismantle..
Cleave..
Critical Strike..
Space bent.
A phenomenon occurred where reality itself failed to heal. Grid-like lines formed across Chikyū Umare's body as countless slashes from every conceivable angle tore through him. The curse spirit was reduced to nothing—atomized, erased beyond regeneration.
Kai:
"May your soul and energy never rest. And always remember the name… Kurai."
Geto reached out his hand to the head of Chikyū Umare and absorbed him with his curse technique Curse Spirit Manipulation.
Kai:
"That's the second Special Grade Curse spirit."
Shadows shifted as all of Geto's curse spirits were recalled.
Geto:
"Well… that's that. Wait—why are you still out?"
Kuchisake-Onna turned toward them, her posture expectant.
Kuchisake-Onna:
"Ice cream. Kurai promised Onna."
Kai smiled.
Kai:
"Oh yeah. Let's go. I need chocolate chip. What's your favorite, Onna? Is it okay if I call you that?"
Chikyū Umare:
"Oohh can I join .
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High up in the mountains, nestled within layers of mist and cedar trees, stood a cluster of traditional Japanese houses—the Komo Estate. Old, disciplined, and heavy with history. Every beam and tile carried the weight of generations that believed bloodline mattered more than anything else.
Inside the main residence, a man in ceremonial robes sat calmly before a flickering screen.
Stitches ran across his forehead—deliberate, unnatural, unmistakable.
Renji Komo watched silently as the footage replayed: Kai tearing space apart, Geto commanding curse spirits with effortless authority, the Special Grade curse being erased beyond recovery.
Renji leaned forward slightly.
Renji:
"That line.. how familiar."
A quiet chuckle escaped his lips.
Renji:
"Why does it feel like you're already an incarnated Ryomen?"
His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest as the recording continued. His gaze shifted—less interest in Kai now, more focus on the boy beside him.
Suguru Geto.
Renji's eyes narrowed.
Renji:
"That boy… he has Curse Spirit Manipulation."
There was no surprise in his voice—only confirmation.
Renji reached toward a low coffee table beside him and picked up a curse tool, its surface etched with sigils that pulsed faintly under his touch.
Renji:
"Make sure you gather every piece of information on the boy named Geto. The one accompanying Kurai."
The tool vibrated softly.
"Yes, Clan Head."
The connection severed.
A slow grin spread across Renji's face as ideas began aligning, one after another, like pieces sliding into place.
Renji:
"Perfect…"
He exhaled through his nose.
Renji:
"A suitable candidate at last. Once I acquire his body… all that will remain is dealing with Tengen."
Then—
His eyes shifted.
Reflected faintly on the sliding door was the shadow of a person standing still, respectful, waiting.
Renji:
"Come in."
The door slid open.
The man who had been observing Kai and Geto stepped inside, removing the mask that concealed his face. He revealed brunette box braids, tightly woven, accented with light blonde highlights. His features were sharp, his posture disciplined.
Aoi Komo.
Aoi:
"Yes, Father."
Renji studied him for a moment longer than necessary.
Renji:
"You do understand that despite being the next clan head…"
"…the elders do not like your—"
Aoi lifted his gaze, meeting Renji's eyes directly. The light caught his almond-brown eyes, reflecting against his lightly tanned skin—a clear sign of his mixed heritage.
Aoi:
"They don't like the way I look."
Renji paused.
Renji:
"Yes."
Aoi didn't flinch.
Renji:
"But listen carefully, son. The only thing that has *ever* mattered in this world…"
"…is strength."
Aoi's fists clenched subtly.
Aoi:
"Is it because my mother wasn't fully Japanese?"
Renji sighed, standing slowly.
Renji:
"Those old men are shackled by tradition. So much so that it does more harm than good."
Aoi hesitated, then asked the question that had been weighing on him.
Aoi:
" then tell me father, who was the strongest of your Generation."
With a small sigh he lean back on his chair , and with a small smile, as he stared at the ceiling and spoke.
Renji:
"You know , that man was hated by his clan..even by the whole Jujitsu world ."
Renji:
" all because he had no Curse energy, but no matter what they said or what they felt he was undeniably the Strongest ."
Aoi:
" your talking about Zenin Toji, right father ."
Renji:
"An invisible man gifted with physical might, that man was truly Superhuman .."
"Then would later turn all that bad treatment of the jujitsu society, an became the Socecor Killer ."
Aoi:
" so then how does that kid fit in all of this ,why is that kid—Kai—so important?"
"Why did even the elders go all the way to Tokyo Jujutsu High just to see him?"
Renji's smile returned—but this time, it was thoughtful.
Renji:
"Because of the nature of his birth."
Aoi's brow furrowed.
Aoi:
"Like Gojo Satoru?"
Renji's eyes gleamed.
Renji:
"You're closer than you think."
Aoi stiffened.
Renji:
"Kai may have inherited the long-lost technique of the Komo clan's ancestor."
Aoi:
"But aren't those just old stories and Children's tales."
Renji turned away, gazing out at the mountains.
Renji:
"Every myth carries truth."
He looked back over his shoulder.
Aoi:
"Even kids stories."
He turned back to stare at Aoi's gaze.
Renji:
"Perhaps it's time we revisit that history."
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Tokyo Jujutsu High – currently
Two hours earlier.
Kai and Geto stood alongside Shoko, Gojo, and Mei Mei inside the principal's office. The atmosphere was tense—unusual for a room that Gojo was usually busy disrespecting.
Principal Yaga stood behind his desk, arms crossed.
Yaga:
"Three months from now, a very important event will take place—the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event."
Kai tilted his head slightly.
Yaga:
"Normally, only second- and third-year students participate."
Yaga's tone darkened.
Yaga:
"But due to last year's incident…"
The room went quiet.
Yaga:
"…all second-year students from both Tokyo and Kyoto were killed by unregistered Special Grade curse spirits."
Kai frowned.
Kai:
"Yeah… I think I remember my mother talking about that."
Gojo leaned back, hands behind his head.
Gojo:
"It all started because a curse spirit from China crossed over."
Mei Mei's eyes narrowed.
Mei Mei:
"It was being chased by a Chinese sorcerer."
Geto turned toward her.
Geto:
"What happened?"
Mei Mei smiled faintly, but there was no humor in it.
Mei Mei:
" I only remember looking into the clouds as a man floated in the sky. Two swords hovered behind him—but he never used them like normal swordsman."
Gojo raised an eyebrow.
Mei Mei:
"He used acupuncture needles."
"Every time the swords moved, the needles struck—pinpoint precision."
Mei Mei:
"Without move a muscle, I think it's was part of his Curse technique."
She paused.
Mei Mei:
"The curse spirit screamed."
Mei Mei:
"I knew for myself that day , Jujitsu did not solely belong to Japan."
Shoko frowned.
Mei Mei:
" scearming Not like a curse usually does ."
"That day, many students underestimated it… simply because the sorcerer wasn't Japanese, and ended up trying to get in that fight."
Gojo:
"So what happened?"
Bang..
Yaga slammed his desk.
Yaga:
"That story can wait."
He straightened.
Yaga:
"Prepare yourselves for the exchange event."
Gojo wined.
Gojo:
"Do we really have to? Who's touching me or Geto anyway?"
Yaga's voice hardened.
Yaga:
"You'll want to behave, and show how sister school some face ."
"The current generation's strongest may attend the event."
Gojo froze.
Gojo:
"You can't just say that and stop."
Mei Mei chuckled.
Mei Mei:
"It'll be fun seeing that grin wiped off your face."
Gojo's smile returned—sharp and excited.
Gojo:
"Why not let me fight them?"
"Let's see if that title is deserved and not just for show."