The Calm Before/The storm

The Calm Before

3 years have passed since I reincarnated in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. A lot of things have happened.

Ryota officially became a grade 1 sorcerer just like my father. I also learned about their cursed technique. It is a water-based ability called Aqua Viper. It's user can summon streams of water that take the shape of serpents. These water serpents can be controlled with precise movements, allowing them to weave and strike with agility. It's not that strong, but still powerful nontheless. I would be very happy if I inherited it as well.

Ryota still frequently visits me. We have grown to like each other a lot. He tells me the problems that he faces in life, and I try to give him advices on them. Albeit non-serious ones.

How can a three-year-old give an adult advice on life you may ask? Well, I have already solidified myself as a genius in the clan. I learned how to talk at around 2 years old, and I could learn many different things seemingly without giving it a thought. Everyone thinks that I am on the level of Gojo Satoru, who is currently viewed as the child who will become the strongest.

During these 3 years, I have already grasped the manipulation of cursed energy. It was hard at first, but now it seems effortless to me.

When I first studied the quantity of my cursed energy, I was disappointed. I thought that since I got reincarnated here, I would be as strong as Gojo or Sukuna, but I couldn't be more wrong. My cursed energy reserves were slightly below average.

But that didn't stop me from learning and training. My goals are RCT and an anti-domain technique. I want to master both of them before awakening my cursed technique. It is an ambitious goal, but I have to do it in order to become stronger.

I also spent more time with my father. For the past year, Father visited me frequently. He was the one who taught me cursed energy manipulation. Lately, I have come to see him as my real father. It feels a bit weird but I still love him as I loved my father before my reincarnation.

Overall, I am living a good life. I am treated well here. Thank god for not making me be born in the Zenin clan, this place is infinitely better.

I shall continue to train and improve myself in every way.

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4 years later, Zenin clan pov

In a dimly lit room, four men sat beside each other, drinking tea. Well, three of them were drinking tea, the oldest one was drinking sake from a flask. He was, of course, Naobito Zenin.

"The transaction is done. Kurogane Clan has been framed as an evil organisation that transacts with evil curse users. The higher-ups of the jujutsu society have mobilized their forces. They are probably marching towards them right now. None will survive. One less problem for our Zenin clan. Clan Head truly knows what's best for us!" said a younger-looking Zenin clansmen.

Naobito had a serious expression on his face.

"This is the reality of the world of the sorcerers." he thought.

-

Ryoma pov

As I collapsed on the ground, I heard the voice of my father.

"That's enough training for today, Ryoma. You did well."

I looked up and saw the face of my father, Ryoichi Kurogane. He had a tall and imposing stature, with sharp features and piercing gray eyes that seem to see through any deception. His long, silver hair was tied back neatly. Despite his age he had an aura that emitted pressure and power. He had a relaxed smile on his face.

"Your hand-to-hand combat has reached an astonishing level. When you strenghen your body with your cursed energy, your blows deal a lot of damage. If you had the body of an adult, you would even beat me if we didn't use cursed techniques, haha." he said.

"Thank you, father. I am glad that I have you as a teacher." I replied

Ryoichi smiled at me, before leaving the training area.

I lied on the ground, sweat dripped from my brow as I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, savoring the moments of peace. I thought of my experiences for the past 4 years.

I still haven't awoken my cursed technique, but I made significant progress in RCT. I haven't quite grasped it yet, but I probably will in a few months.

My hand-to-hand combat mastery has soared. Learning physical combat just feels as natural as breathing to me. 

Nothing really changed. My brother had to leave the country because of some circumstances, and my father usually didn't leave the clan territory. I had made a few friends, but they were children while I was a grown man, so I didn't really bond with anybody my age.

The Storm

3rd person

Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the calm. Ryoma's heart skipped a beat, and he turned towards the source of the sound—the main hall of the Kurogane headquarters.

The smell of smoke filled the air. Ryoma's eyes widened in horror as he saw the ancestral home burning. The once proud and majestic building was being consumed by fire. The screams grew louder, mingling with the clash of metal and the sounds of cursed techniques unleashed in battle.

Entering the courtyard, Ryoma stumbled upon a scene from a nightmare. The bodies of his clansmen lay strewn across the ground, their lifeless eyes staring into nothingness. Blood pooled around the corpses, painting the stone pathways in red. Some had been cut down mid-stride, while others bore the twisted marks of cursed energy attacks. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the bitter tang of smoke.

Panicked, Ryoma's eyes darted around, searching for any sign of hope. Clan members were desperately trying to fend off attackers wearing the clothes of the Jujutsu Society. Ryoma's uncle, slashed across the chest, fell to the ground, his final breath escaping in a choked gasp. His cousins fought valiantly but were overwhelmed, their bodies crumpling under the relentless assault.

Amid the chaos, a few surviving clansmen spotted Ryoma and rushed towards him. "Ryoma, you have to hide! They must not find you!" one of them cried, grabbing him by the arm. Just as the clansman uttered those words, he was cut in half by a cursed technique.

Ryoma turned around to see a man in black robes staring at him. Just as the old was about to kill him, a water serpent severed his head.

Ryoichi quickly ran over towards Ryoma, grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Go, Ryoma! Stay hidden!" Ryoichi shouted, his voice carrying a mixture of command and desperation.

Without having the time to say anything else, his father dashed away and engaged in a fierce battle with a high-ranking member of the Jujutsu Society. This sorcerer was clad in ornate robes, exuding an aura of power and malice. His attacks were swift and deadly, each strike imbued with immense cursed energy.

Ryoichi fought with unmatched skill and determination, wielding the Aqua Viper technique with masterful precision. Water serpents clashed against black spears made out of cursed energy. Despite his prowess, Ryoichi was being pushed to his limits. Blood dripped from numerous wounds, staining his robes and the ground beneath him.

"Why are you doing this?" Ryoichi demanded, his voice a mixture of rage and pain.

The high-ranking sorcerer sneered. "The Kurogane clan has been deemed a clan of traitors and a threat to the balance. Your existence cannot be tolerated."

With a final, devastating blow, the enemy sorcerer unleashed a torrent of cursed energy, shattering Ryoichi's defenses. Ryoma watched in horror as his father was impaled by a spear of dark energy, the light fading from his eyes as he crumpled to the ground.

Ryoma couldn't take it anymore. He locked in, strengthened his body with cursed energy and dashed towards the enemy sorcerer, who didn't expect him to act in such a way.

Remembering how Itadori Yuji did it, Ryoma miraculously performed a black flash. The sorcerer was sent flying towards a wall.

"What the fuck? Who is this brat?" he thought as he got up.

"Brat, surrender, and you will live. You are too young to be guilty of the crimes of your family." he said.

"Tell that to my dead family." muttered Ryoma, as he dashed towards the sorcerer.

Ryoma dodged two black spears, and punched the enemy. But this time, he felt something awaken withing himself before making contact with the man's torso. 

As Ryoma's fist touched the man, he felt an incredible burst of strength enter his body.

Feeling the strength, Ryoma insantly dashed towards the sorcerer and started pummeling him with a barrage of punches. The man seemingly lost all of his strength and couldn't even move a muscle.

Finally, after there was nothing but flesh pudding left of the enemy sorcerer, Ryoma stopped.

He turned around to see 2 enemy sorcerers approach him. One was a middle aged man, while the other looked younger. Without thinking, Ryoma, using the strength he absorbed from the man he just killed, dashed towards the enemy sorcerers. One of them managed to dodge Ryoma, but the younger-looking one wasn't so lucky. He got hit by Ryoma's fist.

Again, as soon as Ryoma's fist made contact with the young man, he felt something within himself. But this time, it wasn't strength that he took. No, it was something else.

"I feel slower, what happened to me?" thought the young man who got hit by Ryoma.

Well, calling him young would be a lie, since after he got hit by Ryoma, he looked like a 50 year old man.

The other sorcerer looked at his partner with horror.

Before even realizing that he lost 20 years of his lifespan, the man was knocked away by Ryoma, who finished him like he finished the man before him.

Ryoma stood up and looked at the middle-aged man with a ferocious expression. With blood on his face he looked chilling. Ryoma instantly dashed towards him.

"I can't touch him. If he absorbs my lifespan, I might even die." thought the man as he dodged Ryoma.

But Ryoma, with the strength he absorbed from the man from before, quickly touched the middle-aged man.

As his fist touched the man, Ryoma felt his cursed energy reserves expand twice the size of before.

"My cursed energy is gone!" thought the man.

Without any cursed energy, the man was quickly struck to death by Ryoma.

...

ch2 end.

A/N: here's chapter 2. As you can see, mc's CT is the ability to "steal". If he touches a person, "steals" something from them. He doesn't choose what to steal, it's compeletely random. It's kinda op yeah. xd. 

Will he be able to steal cursed techniques? Only one way to find out

Also, Ryoma couldn't have killed the enemy sorcerer on his own. The guy was weakened after fighting the clan head, thus giving Ryoma a chance

If you have any suggestions, comment and I will read them.