"It's not just curses we fight. It's the history that birthed them."
—Akashi Ryuunosuke
Tokyo Jujutsu High — Sealed Archives, East Wing
Do youu ever want something more just because someone says you can't have it? That's Akashi Ryuunosuke right now. Genius,Prodigy, clever, intelligent, The Dragon Tongue freak it's okay I accept that he's strong,but even he's not supposed to be here. Which, naturally,That makes him want it ten times more.
The archives are old. Like, haunted library in a Miyazaki movie old. Dust everywhere, light barely squeezing in. Akashi stands in front of this heavy-ass gate, paper talismans looking crispy and ancient, some kanji above:
螺旋禁書庫 — Spiral Codex Vault.
He pressed his fingers to the cursed barrier. It pushes back, humming like a pissed-off hornet. But Akashi? He's not the same kid anymore.
Beneath his skin, gold scales flickered — like you catch a glimpse of the dragon he's turning into. He just grins.
"Let's see what you're hiding here," he mutters, and spits out a phrase in Ancient Curse-Tongue — something only he and his mom ever understood.
The barrier sizzled open.
Inside the Spiral Codex Vault
Not just scrolls,Not just curses, Whole coffins are lined up, sealed in thick, cursed wax. Blood glyphs floating around like jellyfish in an aquarium, just hanging in the air, frozen and creepy as hell.
Akashi's voice is barely a whisper. "This isn't history. It's a graveyard."
A scroll floats toward him, drawn by his cursed energy. It unrolls itself almost eager..
Subject: Shinrei Vessel Project – Year 0
He reads:
[Classified Entry — Project Shinrei]
Goal: Smash divine cursed constructs into human vessels. Make a living extension cord for Tengen's will.
Failed Hosts: 11.
Result: Total mess. Draconic mutations. Everyone died.
Only thing left: Spiral-Type 7. Code Name: RYUU.
Akashi stumbled back, heart thumping faster....
Wait.
"My cursed energy... my Dragon Tongue... it's not just a trick. I inherited it."
And then—bam. Suddenly a clawed hand lunges out of the shadows Outta nowhere.....
"Found you."
Ambush — Of the Spiral Cult Freaks
Four Spiral Cultists dropped from the ceiling like something out of a bad horror flick. Each one's got that 卍(Swastik) mark, glowing cherry-red. Spiral Breaker Mark. Not a good sign.
"The Vessel's awake," one hisses. "End the bloodline."
Akashi doesn't miss a beat. Rolls left, dodges a spear, cracked one cultist in the throat and kicked him so hard the guy bounces off the wall.
"Wrong," he says, actually grinning now. "The bloodline remembers."
Then his Domain Expansion flickers, tempting him, but he resists. Nah. He wants to see how far he can get without pulling out the big guns.
Battle — Cursed Fist Fights
Two cultists came in swinging. First one got hands, boxed close and Akashi parries it then knees him, and launches a palm strike pulsing with reverse cursed juice.
Second one came low, knife out — Akashi spins, drops an elbow on his collarbone, and you hear the crunch.
He flashed Dragon Tongue, glyphs snaking up his arm and spits fire, literally. The Robes gone ups in flames.
Last cultist gets nervous. "He's adapting. Bail?"
"No," the leader says, voice deep from the shadows. "Activate the mimic."
Surprise — The Dragon Mirror
From behind the cultists, There's something stands up. It Looked familiar. Too familiar.
It's Akashi. Or, at least, a knockoff or a cursed copy him, eyes glowing like a broken neon sign.
"You're not me," Akashi snarls, circling it. "You're what they want me to be."
The doppelgänger rushed to him, moving with all the right moves of the Akashi's own combos thrown backed at him, Dragon Tongue and everything.
And, honestly? That stings more than any punch.
This isn't just a fight. It's a message.
Akashi vs. The Dragon Mirror
Every move, the clone matches him. Counters the kicks. Throwed the same punches. Uses his cursed techniques, but colder. No hesitation. No soul.
But Akashi? He's got something the mimic can't fake — pain, history, real rage.
He lets it all boil over, lets it light up every nerve.
"You're just a fake recording," he spits. "A snapshot of who I was."
He steps in, cracks the mimic's jaw and a elbow through its throat then pins it with a burning dragon crest.
The copy shattered. And Gone.
Aftermath
Akashi's breathing heavy, sweat and ash sticking to his skin. He's got one scroll now, the only survivor in the vault. On the cover:
Cursed Record: Shinrei 000 — Namazu no Kami
Inside, just one line:
"The blood of dragons doesn't bow to the fate. It eats it alive."
Elsewhere — Gojo's Office
Gojo's got his blindfold down, sighing like he's got a headache only sake can cure.
"You found it, didn't you?"
Akashi walks in, clothes half-burned, clutching that scroll like a trophy.
"And I trashed their surveillance glyphs, too."
Gojo grins. "Good."
Then, dead serious for once. "Whatever comes next? It's not just curses this time."