Jujutsu kaisen: Beyond Cursed Paths

The days in the Harugawa Clan passed quietly, yet each moment felt electric with the hum of potential and the weight of an unknown future. To the untrained eye, life here seemed idyllic. The sprawling compound was alive with the bustle of sorcerers training, elders whispering counsel, and children playing under the cherry blossom trees. Time passed quietly.

 The quiet afternoon air of the Harugawa Clan compound was filled with the soft rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds, Sora Harugawa, now three years of age, stood apart from his peers—if he even had any. He wasn't a typical child by any measure, even in a clan brimming with powerful sorcerers. At six months, he'd taken his first steps with startling ease, as though he had mastered the act before he had ever tried. By one year old, he spoke in complete, coherent sentences, a fact that had left many in the clan stunned. His father, Hiroshi, walked around the clan with his head raised and his eyes pointed to the sky. No one needed to be told of the immense pride he has for his child because the could all see it and hear it whenever he said anything relating to his child. His mother, Ikari though worried she might be, was more grounded but even the intense light shining in her eyes when she looked at him spoke volumes of how she felt

By two, Sora had taken to books with a fervor far beyond his age. With his innate determination and prodigious intelligence, his eyes brimming with innocent curiosity, he'd taught himself to read within months, consuming texts meant for much older children. His knowledge grew rapidly, and so did the whispers among the clan.

Now at three, he is known as the quiet prodigy of the clan with some more bolder members comparing to the genius of the Satoru clan, though it was said in murmurs.

Though just three years old, Sora moved with the fluid grace of someone much older. Sora's actions reflected the echoes of an older soul trapped in a young body. There was a precision to his movements, a clarity in his gaze, that made him seem far older than he was. People who met him whispered of how it seems like his stare could see through their souls. Regarded as an anomaly, a prodigy whose name, if not for the vigilance of the clan elders, might have echoed far beyond their secluded enclave.

But all these had nothing to do with the person whose name was on everyone's lips. Sora sat cross-legged in the garden, his small but sturdy frame casting a tiny shadow on the ground. His eyes closed,deep in meditation, as he sank deeper into himself. The years has brought with it more knowledge as to what his cursed technique meant and can do but Sora felt like he was barely scratching the surface. His control of the energy within him has improved but he found it lacking when compared to the likes of Gojo who was blessed with the six eyes. Even calling upon what he knew of the jujutsu world barely helped because no one he knew or have heard of has any technique similar to his.

Opening his eyes, which shone with a Violet light and then subsided, he looked down to his palm, his eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the intricate movement of energy flickering across his open palm. His cursed energy felt alive, rippling in response to his commands, like a lover yearning to please.

The space around him seemed to hum in response to his cursed energy. In solitude, Sora experimented, delving deeper into his technique: Cursed Manipulation. In one corner of the room, his cursed energy coiled and formed into a small sphere. It hovered mid-air, shaking lightly before partially stabilizing under his will and then letting it scatter like mist.

This is progress, Sora thought, studying the lingering wisps of energy dissipating into the air. His control had grown exponentially over the last year. By using cursed energy to enhance his strength, eyesight, and reflexes, he had transformed his frail child's body into a far more capable vessel. The ability to enforce his durability and interact with his environment further solidified his burgeoning power. Yet despite these successes, he couldn't shake a nagging frustration.

"Still not enough," Sora muttered, clenching his fist. "I can feel the potential, but it's like I'm trapped behind a wall. There's more to this power… there has to be, I know it.

Sighing as he stood, he thought about what he could do, "knowledge!, am lacking information. What should I do?."

Now outside, he walked along a path leading to the other part of the house still engrossed in thought. A servant came to him bowing, saying "Young Lord, your mother requires your presence".

Suddenly it hit him upon hearing the servant " if am lacking in information, who better to leverage than my parents? Surely they won't deny their son a simple request as this." Nodding to the servant, Sora strode off with a renewed purpose,a slight smile on his expressionless face.

Sora found his father, Hiroshi Harugawa, seated in the study, engrossed in a stack of ancient manuscripts. His mother, Ikari, stood by the window, her strikingly graceful figure framed against the warm glow of the setting sun.

"Father, Mother," Sora began, bowing respectfully. His voice, though still carrying the high-pitched timbre of a child, held an unusual firmness.

Both parents turned to him, their expressions softening.

"Yes, Sora...i heard you have been holed up in your room lately and you have been quieter than usual, is anything the matter?." Ikari asked, kneeling to meet her son at eye level, her eyes expressing her concern.

" there is something I need mother, I want books!"

" Books??what kind of books?" Hiroshi asked

"Books on cursed energy, cursed techniques, information on what our clan knows and things like that." Sora said with a solid look on his otherwise expressionless face. "I want to start learning more about cursed energy. Books would be the best place to start."

Ikari chuckled softly. "You're just three years old, Sora. Most children your age are playing with sticks and chasing bugs."

"I'm not most children," Sora said evenly, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "You know that as well as I do. If I don't grow quickly, I'll fall behind. And if I fall behind…" He let the sentence hang, a subtle but weighted implication of the dangers that could come.

 Hiroshi raised an eyebrow, though a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You're not satisfied with what you've already figured out?"

"No. What I've done so far is…" Sora paused, searching for the right word. "Primitive. If I'm going to refine my control, I need a foundation."

Still curious, Hiroshi leaned forward and asked "and what have you figured out?."

Sora, wanting to make it easier for him to get things now and in the future, took a deep breath "father...mother, I have awakened my cursed technique ".

' Whoosh' the breeze blowing became more pronounced in the room that has sudden gone quiet like time has frozen. "W....wh....what did you say, Sora?" Ikari shakily asked

"I said I have awakened my cursed technique " Sora said , proceeding to raise his hand then swirls of energy started to condense increasing in intensity. Blue colored energy covered his entire body in an instant then spread round the room. His parents watched, wide eyed, as the density of the energy they felt started to rise becoming liquid like and the pressure increased to the point they started to feel goosebumps appear on their skin and all of a sudden it stopped like someone pressed a pause button on it and coalescing above Sora's palm into a ball of swirling, chaotic energy then faded out slowly as he relinquished his control over it.

Hiroshi, shocked but now believing ,with his hand slightly shaking at what just happened murmured " Sora, when did this happen?."

" I have always been able to do this but it was not until now that my grasp over the technique grew stronger" Sora, wanting to make his parents not underestimate him so that it can be easier when something's happens or he does something beyond belief in the future, decided to be plain.

"How are you feeling? Is anything wrong? "Ikari asked, getting concerned over the well-being of her son.

"I am fine mother".Sora nodded with a slight smile and looking over to his father.

"Always able to do this huh? Hiroshi said absentmindedly " at this age? seems this is even greater than I thought " he whispered while looking at his son intensely. Suddenly as if making a decision, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Books, huh? All right. I'll give you something to start with." Rising, he disappeared into the next room, returning moments later with four slim tomes. "These should suffice for now. These are basic texts, but they're foundational. Learn them well, and we'll talk about the next step." Handing them over to Sora who upon receiving them looked at their names:

'Introduction to Runes' 'Curses and Cursed Energy'' 'Human Anatomy ' ' Foundation of Control'

"They're not light reading, but they should do well in grounding you"

" Be careful though Sora, don't do anything extreme." Ikari said.

"Thank you father...mother" Sora bowed, cradling the books with care, his heart quickening.

" No problem, you can leave now" Hiroshi said,his face a bit solemn, then as Sora was about to exist the room, he spoke up again - a certain timbre in his voice - " your grandfather might come to speak to you soon so be prepared "

'The clan head' Sora thought raced but still with a calm look on his face nodded " Goodnight mother, father".

That night, Sora sat in his room, pouring over the books by lamplight. His mind, sharp and insatiable, absorbed the knowledge with remarkable speed. The more he read, the clearer his path forward became.

"Runes and control.....Human Physiology..…" Sora whispered, tracing a diagram with his finger. "i didn't know there were runes in this world, such flexibility and versatility.....nor the complication of the human body " his eyes glittering as he read every line with intense focus

By integrating them with my cursed technique, I should be able to create structures, amplifications… maybe even permanence." He glanced at the second book, connecting the principles of cursed energy to his manipulations. Ideas swirled in his mind, forming a tapestry of possibilities.

As he read, pieces of a larger puzzle began to fit together.

He felt like his mind was being expanded. "I've been approaching this too simply," he realized. "My cursed technique is a tool, yes, but it's also a foundation. If I treat it like a resource to be shaped, I can reach heights beyond anything this clan—or this world—has seen.

Sora spent the next several days immersed in his new books. The room around him became an afterthought as he poured over every diagram, rune script, curve of the human body, and explanation of cursed energy mechanics.

Theories blossomed in his mind, growing more ambitious with every page he turned. But Sora's newfound ideas brought new questions as well. How far could he push cursed manipulation before it became unstable? What limitations might he face as a child with an underdeveloped body?.

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