"In every exorcist's lineage… there is a body they never buried."
—Some old jujutsu saying, probably carved into a bathroom wall somewhere.
Present Day – Night, Jujutsu High Archive Vaults
A sickly little cursed flame jittered in Akashi's hand, barely lighting up the tomb-quiet stacks under Jujutsu High. I'm talking deep below—like, if you fell, you'd land in someone's repressed trauma and Gojo had sent him down there, right after the whole Spiral God mess in Shibuya ended. Classic Gojo: drop a cryptic order and vanished
And out of all one scroll in the whole mess caught his eye. The Black binding, floating in the air like it owned the place, wrapped up tighter than last year's Christmas presents under a charm field.
Gojo's voice echoed in his head: "Read it."
Akashi reached through the barrier it felt like shoving his hand through a jelly window and the thing just snapped open. And the next thing he knew, all that was left of the archive was some ghostly wind whipping around him. Vault? Gone. Reality? Optional.
15 Years Ago — Tokyo
Tokyo's skyline looked weirdly peaceful, which was already suspicious. A lone bus chugged past. Suddenly two kids in jujutsu uniforms waltzing across a crosswalk. One's got shades and a grin you'd wanna punch, the other's all eye bags and serious business.
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, back when they were just second-years, not walking disasters.
Akashi, totally invisible, watched from beyond the memory's edge. The scroll was showing him right into Gojo's old nightmares.
"The Star Plasma Vessel," Geto grumbled. "Another one we can't screw up."
Assignment Briefing – Masamichi Yaga's Office
Yaga, pacing like his shoes were on fire. "You're escorting the Star Plasma Vessel—Amanai Riko—to Master Tengen."
Gojo groaned. "Man, that name's got cult written all over it."
Yaga glared daggers. "Yeah, it's a cult thing. And guess what? The cults wants her dead."
He slapped down a folder. Inside: A surveillance shots of a dude with a sword so curved it looked illegal, eyes straight out of a morgue, smile like a winter draft.
Toji Fushiguro. Here he comes one of my most favourite character in JJK...
Akashi's stomach did a little death roll.
Just a little Flashforward — Akashi, Alone in the Archive
He yanked himself back from the scroll, gasping like he'd been underwater. That curse-memory crap wasn't just for a show—it hit like a truck. He braced himself on a shelf, heart pounding.
"Fushiguro…?"
"Wait....is he Megumi's dad?!"
Before he could even untangle that mess, the scroll flared wide again. Akashi clenched his jaw, took a breath, and dove headfirst back into the haunted movie reel.