Jujutsu kaisen: Beyond Cursed Paths

The world of cursed energy was not stagnant. It was a shifting tide, unpredictable and volatile. Change came slowly, at times imperceptibly, but when it did occur, it left ripples, and sometimes waves, across the delicate balance of sorcerers, curses, and the human world. In the months following Sora birth, these ripples had grown into raging storms. The air itself felt denser, crackling with energy that was unseen but undeniable to those sensitive to it. Sorcerers worldwide began to take notice, their unease and confusion turning to action as strange phenomena became harder to ignore.

Within a sprawling chamber at the heart of the Jujutsu Society, where the higher-ups convened in secrecy, there was an unusual buzz of activity. The usual detached calm of these ancient decision-makers had been replaced by frantic discussions and raised voices.

A tall sorcerer with streaks of gray in his hair slammed his fist onto the polished table. "We believed the imbalance caused by Gojo Satoru's birth was the greatest test this era would see, yet look around you! This is no ordinary spike in cursed energy."

Another, more composed elder with a stern expression leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his chest. "The numbers dlon't lie. Our records show a sharp increase in the number of cursed spirits appearing not only in Japan but globally. We should have already addressed this by now."

"But how do you suggest we address something without a source?" came the irritated voice of a younger sorcerer. "We can attribute part of it to Gojo, fine. But not this."

"Do we have any ideas as to what might have caused this?" An old man with long white hair asked.

Silence fell. Each individual present knew they weren't just speaking of isolated events. Something vast and unseen loomed on the horizon, and no matter how deeply they probed, they could only theorize what—or who—was at the center of it.

"There's no use theorizing for long," another elder finally said, his voice grave. "Every second we sit idle, the damage spreads. We must assume someone or something is disrupting the natural order and act accordingly. If we fail, we can expect more disastrous consequences than what we are currently facing."

The Three Great Clans of Japan convened behind closed doors respectfully ,each carefully measuring their words while eying the others with suspicion. This was no time for weakness, yet they all recognized that none of them seemed to have an advantage in unraveling the cause of this catastrophic imbalance.

At the Zen'in estate, whispers filled the corridors. Naobito Zen'in grimaced as reports piled up about heightened cursed energy levels near their territories. "This reeks of something bigger than our control," he muttered. His sharp eyes flicked toward the horizon, as though expecting to see an answer painted in the clouds.

The Kamo Clan, silent as always, took a more methodical approach. Quietly collecting samples from the environment and cursed tools, their sorcerers worked tirelessly in hidden chambers to uncover the source of this disturbance. For them, knowledge was power, and they intended to wield it at all costs.

The Gojo clan kept silent, ever watchful for those hidden in the shadows or otherwise, scheming to use the growing turbulence to eliminate their prodigy but even them were shaken.

Yet amid their strategies and fears, each clan felt the same creeping doubt and unease.

If sorcerers were worried of the rising energy, curses were thriving. In Tokyo, a cluster of mid-grade spirits, now bolstered by an influx of cursed energy, took on grotesque, more formidable forms. Their roars containing a cadence that seemed to seep into the minds of those who are both weak and ill prepared to face them. Up north, rumors circulated of a high-grade curse rising from centuries of slumber. Its cries echoed through the mountains, a chilling warning of what awaited if this wave of energy persisted unchecked but it wasn't just old spirits awakening—new curses, born from humanity's darker thoughts and fears, were manifesting in droves. One such curse, a manifestation of urban anxiety in Osaka, took the form of a serpentine beast that haunts the city, dwelling in the sewers taunting the sorcerers who scrambled to banish it.

This worry wasn't just faced by sorcerers in Japan alone. Around the world, sorcerers unaffiliated with the Japanese schools began to feel the changes in their domains. Small communities in Southeast Asia, South America, and even Europe found themselves overwhelmed. Cursed spirits that had once been weak and easy to purify now bore a greater ferocity, their energies swollen by the ambient increase of cursed energy worldwide.

Across the globe, theories abounded, but a single, undeniable fact tied them all together: this increase was not random. Every fluctuation pointed back toward Japan as the epicenter of this growing wave of power. The higher-ups speculated endlessly, unable to conclude whether the cause was a person, an object, or something worse.

"We need to find the cause," barked an international figure in the sorcerer world during a virtual meeting of the Global Council of Cursed Energy Specialists. His voice crackled through ancient barriers meant to keep prying ears out. "If Japan doesn't take control of this, it will affect us all!"

The world stirred....while a certain baby slept peacefully.