Kenjaku was an ancient monster.
Markus, although not fully remembering every single bit of the lore of the JJK world, still knew that the corpse-stealing sorcerer was bad news.
Over a thousand years of experience in battle, a powerful cursed technique, reverse cursed technique, likely a domain as well, though the blonde cursed spirit didn't remember if it was ever shown.
'He's the furthest from someone I can take on right now... Even if I touch him, I won't be able to damage him because of how sizable his cursed energy is.
He is also very likely aware of the soul, seeing as his can move around from body to body...'
In short, Kenjaku was one of the few people in the world who could kill Markus very easily at that point.
Well, any special grade sorcerer could do the job at that point, Kenjaku just happened to be one of the strongest people ever...
"Well, you seem quieter than I expected... Could it be that you are unable to speak?"
The sorcerer inhabiting Suguru Geto's body scratched his chin, the relaxed smile on his face still present.
Markus was about to scowl, but he immediately hid it; his acting skills were thankfully proficient enough.
"I can't- spoken-"
Unfortunately, Markus's Japanese skills were low to non-existent. As in he had only ever heard it being spoken around him by a scant few, and within the shows he had watched.
"Oh well, I guess you were just born... Don't worry, I'll gladly help you learn it, if you let me!"
Kenjaku extended his arm with a smile on his face, expecting a handshake.
Markus blinked a few times, somewhat understanding the man's words before nodding and shaking his hand with a relaxed grip.
'He probably hopes that I'd try something, so that he can put me in my place... But I am not that stupid. Still, it is better to act as an infantile cursed spirit for now.'
"Thank - You"
The blonde curse's speech was just as broken as before, and he returned Kenjaku's fake smile perfectly.
"Hoh? Rather friendly for a special grade cursed spirit born out of hatred, aren't you?"
Markus just did his best to act confused as he tilted his head to the side, his wide eyes looked entirely innocent.
The act seemed to fool Kenjaku, or at the very least, it didn't rouse any suspicion from the monk-dressed body snatcher.
At the end of the day, there was no preset way for a newly born curse to act, especially for a special grade one.
They would normally be capable of speech, and they would be territorial and hateful. But that fully depended on what they represented.
Regardless, they were all capable of learning. Most Grade 2 Curses and above could technically talk after all.
And for now, Kenjaku could feel that Mahito was a fully-fledged Special Grade Curse, just an infantile one. Meaning he was more than capable of learning things like a human.
Markus had, after all, just come out of a stationary curse womb that Kenjaku had been watching for weeks.
The ancient sorcerer had fully known what rank the curse spirit would be; he had set up numerous barriers to prevent the modern jujutsu sorcerers from detecting his presence in those musty sewers.
After all, he was still looking for a suitable technique for his plans; any special grades could be useful to him.
"Interesting... Well, let's get you to a library at least, you have a lot of learning to do..."
And so, Markus started his learning journey under the tutelage of one of the smartest beings in the world.
Well, it was a rather loose tutelage. Markus was left with a few books to study at first, and Kenjaku only came in from time to time to speak to him, to check on his progress.
One week.
That was all that it took for Markus to completely master the Japanese language; his mind seemed to work a lot faster than that of any regular human.
However, he didn't show it.
He kept his speech broken in some ways, showcasing a rather lacking growth rate in Kenjaku's eyes.
But that was fine, there was still time in Kenjaku's eyes.
Markus came to display a rather interesting cursed technique. He informed the fake monk/cult leader, in his stilted speech, that he could freely manipulate his own body to take any shape and turn into different materials.
It was decently powerful, but Kenjaku didn't outright need it for his plans.
That was exactly what Markus wanted. Kenjaku was aware of the soul, so it was hard for him to manipulate his soul minimally enough for the ancient sorcerer not to notice.
The newly born special grade curse was slowly getting used to that world, to his new situation.
Nothing was really going his way from the start, but at the very least, he could bide his time. Sukuna's vessel had not yet been mentioned to him, so he still had time.
Kenjaku thankfully decided against consuming him and controlling him with his stolen cursed technique. Markus had not showcased a technique that the Ancient Sorcerer would find interesting to use.
Still, it made him decide to add the blonde special grade curse to the ranks of the Disaster Curses. Which led Markus to his current situation...
"Hello everyone~ I am so glad that we all could make it." The fake Suguru Geto smiled as he, in the eyes of the regular people around him, spoke out to no one in particular while sitting by himself at a cafe, occupying a table of 4.
But if any sorcerer was present, then they would be able to feel the sheer amount of cursed energy radiating into the air, all coming from that table.
"This one here is Mahito~ He will be joining our merry group!" Kenjaku pointed towards the only cursed spirit standing by the table.
'Mahito', a tall, muscular and humanoid figure, lingered by the table. His patchwork face was calm, and his purple eyes were unreadable.
Long dirty blonde hair hung, reaching to his lower back, in tied strands. And stitches crisscrossed his body like a puppet sewn by hand.
He was draped in a tattered black shawl and dark pants; he looked almost human... Almost.
Markus had already received the name of 'Mahito', and he took it without any complaint, as he didn't see the need to stick to his old one.
Markus was a fake identity anyway, and it would've been suspicious for him to suggest an English name when he was born as a Japanese Curse no longer than a week ago...
Regardless, he had changed names at least 20 times in the 36 years he had lived in his past life, so it was no big deal.
"Greeting- Fellow curses~" He waved at the Disaster curses occupying the table with a smile on his sharp, patchworked face.
"Hoho, he can barely talk, how young is he again? No matter, I won't judge. We are here to greet another one of us... A new human!" One of the curses seated at the table spoke out. It was, of course, none other than the loudest.
Jogo, hunched and cane in hand. He had a small smile on his face, showcasing his ashen teeth, as he gazed towards Mahito, his hatred seemed to only be extended towards all of humanity.
His volcano-shaped head smouldered faintly, his single eye shone with excitement, a stark contrast to his grey skin and mouth of black teeth.
He was draped in black with a spotted cape and white scarf; he carried the air of an old man, likely the oldest among the Disaster curses.
"Indeed~ it is a pleasure to see our forces grow in this tumultuous period..." A feminine voice sounded within the minds of everyone at the table.
Mahito couldn't help but smile as he immediately recognised it as the voice of Hanami.
She sat silently, a towering, pale figure traced with black lines and crowned with branch-like 'eyes'. Her flowered shoulder and stitched limbs peeked from beneath draped cloth and loose black pants.
She looked far from human, but she seemed to radiate an air of kindness. As kind as a being made out of malice could be.
"Gulug~" The last one to speak was none other than Dagon, still as a cursed womb.
Draped in white cloth, Dagon had a rather simple appearance for an abomination from the depths of the ocean. He was bright red, with a round head, striped tentacles around his mouth, and wide, unblinking eyes.
He also had two humanoid, muscular red arms, each having 4 fingers.
Dagon was not yet capable of speech, but for some reason, the Cursed Spirits at the table(and Kenjaku) seemed to understand it.
"Now then... How about we move to the next topic of discussion..." Kenjaku smiled as introductions ended.
"And that is the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna, who is currently being guarded by none other than the Strongest Sorcerer, Gojo Satoru" He continued in the same cheerful tone. He didn't seem to be all that worried about Gojo, but that was neither here nor there.
Kenjaku had already seen plenty of the 'strongest sorcerer' in each era. To him, Gojo Satoru was not invincible, just a roadblock that needed to be removed.
"Of course, I still can't see what's so hot about that bastard... Gojo Satoru!" Jogo immediately scowled.
At the end of the small table, Mahito couldn't help but heave a sigh inward.
'Oh boy... I guess we're at 'this' point in the timeline...'