The Heian Eyes
In the dim, suffocating light of the Kamo Clan Estate, Renji Kamo sat at the low table in silence. The walls around him felt ancient, steeped in blood and tradition. Slowly, he turned his palm upward. The scars that traced his arms—marks of rituals long past—began to glow faintly, heat spreading beneath his skin.
A sharp sting followed.
Crimson blood leaked from his palm, pooling across the polished table. Instead of dripping uselessly, it rose, responding to his will. Through Blood Manipulation, Renji shaped it into figures—villages, people, symbols—each one forming with terrifying precision. The story of their ancestor was painted not with ink, but with living blood.
Across from him, Aoi Kamo watched, his posture rigid, eyes locked onto the shifting shapes.
Renji spoke.
Renji:
"One thousand one hundred years ago, at the peak of the Heian Era—what is now truly remembered as the Golden Age of Jujutsu—a young boy was born in a village of non-sorcerers."
The blood formed a quiet countryside, untouched by war.
Renji:
"They were farmers. Country men and women, far from the mainland where battles between sorcerers bled endlessly through the land. For a time… they lived in peace."
The image trembled.
Renji:
"But peace never lasts."
The blood twisted violently.
Renji:
"The birth of Kamo Kentarō was hailed as a great blessing. Word had traveled quickly from neighboring villages that war had erupted between the great clans—the Minamoto, Fujiwara, Taira, and Tachibana."
Four towering figures formed, locked in endless conflict.
Renji:
"They fought for the rights to a sacred land, rumored to house an ancient cursed tool—one said to have the power to change destiny itself."
A relic took shape in the blood, warped and ominous.
Renji:
"All that is known of this cursed tool is its name… Lost Haven."
Aoi's breathing slowed.
Renji:
"They say it could create cursed objects—relics capable of granting power so great it could permanently change the standing of any clan."
The blood burned brighter.
Renji:
"Because of this, minor clans were forced to defend their lands. Rogue sorcerers and barbaric curse users alike began burning villages, killing men, taking women… and forcing young boys to become barbarians themselves."
The blood village was engulfed in flames.
Renji:
"In a village whose name has long been lost to time, Kentarō was born with eyes unlike any other child's."
A newborn appeared.
Its eyes opened.
Crimson. Deep. Unnatural.
Renji:
"He did not make a sound on the day of his birth."
The room seemed colder.
Renji:
"As the years passed, he discovered his talent for cursed energy. But not everyone saw him as a blessing."
The blood figures darkened.
Renji:
"Some viewed him as a curse. And those bold enough conspired against him… bringing death upon their own village."
Heian Era — POV
In a quiet village, a young boy with dark hair played beneath the open sky. When sunlight struck him just right, faint streaks of red shimmered through his hair. His skin was pale, almost crystalline—but it was his eyes that drew attention.
Deep crimson. More vibrant than blood.
He played with a young girl nearby, her posture hesitant, eyes darting toward the shadows.
Kentarō:
"Why are you always out here alone? Why don't you play with the rest of us?"
The girl hesitated before speaking.
Mai:
"You… you don't see them."
A cold understanding settled across the boy's face.
Kentarō:
"Oh. You mean the curse spirits."
Mai froze.
Her eyes widened, fear and disbelief colliding.
Mai:
"You can see them? I thought I was the only one."
Kentarō turned toward a nearby tree. Something writhed beneath its roots.
His palm began to glow.
Blood welled from his skin, forming a floating kanji.
火 — Fire..
The symbol drifted forward, striking the curse spirit—a grotesque mix of dragonfly and monkey. The creature glowed red as its blood boiled from within, flesh igniting as it burned alive. It dissolved into blood flame, then faded into mist.
Mai stared, breath caught in her throat.
Her face lit up with something she hadn't felt in a long time.
Hope.
Kentarō turned back to her.
Kentarō:
"See? You don't need to worry about them."
Her expression shifted, eyes trembling.
Mai:
"If you can get rid of them… maybe you can help my mother."
She grabbed his arm and pulled him along. As they ran, Kentarō destroyed several minor curses without slowing down. Soon, they reached a house near the forest's edge.
They stepped inside—only for Mai to collide with an older man.
Man:
"What are you two brats doing?"
Mai:
"I brought a friend. He can help Mom."
The man's gaze snapped to Kentarō.
His face twisted in disgust.
Man:
"That boy is nothing but a curse himself. He can't help anyone. Get him out before he kills your mother."
Mai:
"Don't say that! I've seen it. I know Kentarō can help!"
She rushed past him, dragging Kentarō into the room.
On the bed lay an older woman—beautiful, but sickly. Her breathing was shallow, her body frail.
Mai:
"Mother! I brought a friend who can help you!"
The woman smiled weakly.
Yumi:
"Oh, my child… you made a friend. He's a handsome boy."
Mai blushed, burying her face against her mother's chest.
Mai:
"He's just a friend, Mom! Nothing else!"
Yumi's gaze lingered on Kentarō's eyes.
Then she coughed.
Once. Twice.
Her lungs began to fail violently. The sound of air escaping her airway was wet and broken as she struggled to breathe, her body convulsing for what felt like endless minutes.
Kentarō stepped forward.
Kentarō:
"I can help… if you let me."
Yumi nodded.
Kentarō placed his palm on her shoulder. Two kanji bloomed in blood.
封 — Seal..
The curse energy in her body stopped.
埃 — Dust..
Then Her body lifted from the bed.
To everyone else, she coughed blood.
To Kentarō—
A centipede-like curse spirit emerged from her mouth, membranous tendrils writhing. He destroyed it instantly.
Color returned to her face. Strength flowed back into her limbs.
Mai:
"Mommy… your face!"
Yumi bowed deeply toward Kentarō.
Yumi:
"My child… what is your name?"
Kentarō:
"Kamo Kentarō."
She held his small hand with both of hers.
Yumi:
"Kamo Kentarō… I will forever be in your debt."
Kentarō shook his head gently.
Kentarō:
"I am forever indebted to your daughter."
Unseen by any of them, a binding vow was formed that day—quiet, absolute, and irreversible.
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Two years passed, Yumi recovered her body's strength and in that time Kentarō and Mai grew inseparable. Wherever one was found, the other was never far behind. They were always together—running through the fields, sitting beneath old trees, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky. In a world already stained by curses and war, those moments felt fragile, stolen, and precious. Yet fate does not care for peace.
One day, everything changed.
The barbarians found the village.
No one knew how—whether through rumor, betrayal, or the invisible pull of cursed energy—but they came in numbers, armed and confident. And they came looking for one boy.
Mai's mother, Yumi, was dragged from her home. Her wrists were bound, rope biting into her skin, as she was forced into the center of the village. Villagers gathered helplessly, fear thick in the air, while towering barbarian men and women surrounded her, each holding crude yet powerful curse tools, their edges humming faintly with malevolent energy.
A barbarian stepped forward.
Barbarians:
"Tell us where the boy is."
Yumi lifted her head despite the pain, her eyes steady.
Yumi:
"No. Leave that boy alone."
The barbarians laughed.
One of them drew a curse tool and drove it into her arm. Her body convulsed violently as cursed energy surged through her flesh. The skin around the wound began to crack and split, spider-webbing outward as if her body were rejecting itself.
Slowly—cruelly—her skin began to peel away.
The barbarians continued laughing as if it were entertainment, but a heavy, suffocating dread settled over the villagers. No one moved. No one dared to scream.
A barbarian leaned closer, his voice low and mocking.
Barbarian:
"If you don't speak, this curse tool will peel every layer of skin from your body… until there's nothing left but muscle and bone."
Yumi's screams echoed throughout the village, raw and broken, as blood seeped from exposed flesh, dripping down into the dirt below.
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Far from the village, unaware of the horror unfolding, Kentarō and Mai lay in an open field, nestled within a bed of wildflowers. Laughter filled the air as Mai tackled him playfully, sending them tumbling. Kentarō landed flat on his back, Mai perched atop him, both breathless and smiling.
Kentarō looked up at her.
In the five years he had known Mai, there had been no greater feeling than being with her. The world felt lighter when she was near. Her long black hair flowed gently in the breeze, sunlight catching on her lashes, glinting softly in her light brown eyes. For a moment, everything felt perfect.
Mai's expression softened.
Mai:
"Kentarō… can you promise me something?"
Her voice carried weight, emotion trembling beneath the words. Kentarō looked at her, sensing it immediately. He smiled faintly and nodded.
Mai:
"Never leave me."
Tears shimmered in her eyes.
Kentarō wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
Kentarō:
"Even through death, I vow to never leave you."
They lay there together, staring at the sky. But the clouds above were changing—darkening unnaturally.
Mai frowned.
Mai:
"We should go back. It might rain soon."
Kentarō's stomach twisted with an unease he couldn't explain. He stared harder at the horizon.
Kentarō:
"That's not rain… that's smoke."
Mai's breath caught.
Mai:
"Then… there's a fire that big? Wait—the village!"
They scrambled to their feet and ran. Through the forest, smoke rose in thick columns, and distant screams pierced the air. With every step closer, the stench of burning wood and blood grew stronger.
Mai:
"No! I need to find my mother!"
She broke away, sprinting toward her home.
Kentarō turned toward his own.
Only he and his younger sister lived there—his parents had died two years earlier from disease. Kentarō alone had survived, his cursed energy reinforcing his body, rendering him immune.
When he arrived, his heart stopped.
The roof had collapsed inward. Debris was scattered everywhere. Flames licked at broken beams.
Kentarō:
"Aiko! Where are you?! Aiko!"
He rushed inside, stepping over shattered wood and stone. Amid the wreckage, he spotted a small hand clutching a blood-stained picture. His breath hitched.
Using cursed energy reinforcement, he lifted a fallen pillar.
Beneath it lay the crushed, lifeless body of Aiko Kamo.
Kentarō:
"No… no… Aiko…"
His hands shook as he touched her cold fingers. Tears streamed down his face as he pulled her into his chest, grief crushing him. His home. His family. All gone.
His fist slammed into the wall—glowing red, cracking the stone.
He looked at her wrist.
The bracelet.
The one he had made himself—woven with his blood and a kanji binding them together, so he could sense her pain, her sickness, her fear.
She had been kind. Gentle. Understanding. She never complained about the burden he carried for them both.
Kentarō:
"I can't… let your death be meaningless."
Rage surged.
Then—a sharp whistle.
Arrows struck the ground nearby. Kentarō caught a fire arrow mid-air without looking, his gaze still fixed on his sister's face. He snapped it in two, laid her body down gently, and stood.
Flames began to consume what remained of his home.
He ran.
The village was chaos—houses burning, screams everywhere.
He found Mai, trembling.
Mai:
"I can't find my mother!"
Kentarō still held the bracelet he had taken from Aiko's wrist.
Kentarō:
"Let's go find her."
Mai didn't notice the change in his voice.
At the village center, they found a crowd on their knees. Women cried openly.
On the podium stood something barely recognizable as human—exposed muscle, torn flesh, blood everywhere. A woman being dissected alive.
Mai knew before she saw her face.
She ran.
Yumi:
"No! My child—run! Never come back!"
Mai ignored her.
Mai:
"Who did this to you?!"
The barbarians returned.
A burly man grabbed Mai by the hair and yanked her back.
Barbarian:
"Perfect. Maybe you'll tell us where the boy is."
Yumi:
"No! Leave my daughter! Take my life—just leave her!"
The man laughed.
Barbarian:
"Woman… you don't have much life left to trade."
A red glow struck him.
His blood boiled.
He screamed.
Kentarō stood there, eyes blazing crimson.
Barbarian:
"That's the boy! Get him!"
Kentarō charged, cursed energy flooding his body. He deflected blades, shoved Mai behind him—
Then pain.
A kick crushed into his side.
Punches followed. Too many. Too fast.
He hit the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.A hooded man stood over him, foot pressing down on his chest.The screams of Mai filled his ears.The barbarians began tearing her clothes.
Barbarian:
"Tradition , as a coming of age ceremony for boys to ravage the women from conquered villages.
Kentarō's ribs shattered inward.
His heart ruptured.
As darkness closed in, a voice spoke.
Konaki-Jiji:
"I can give you the power to save them. But you will have to be my heir."
And the world broke.
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Konaki-Jiji:
"In all my countless lifetimes… I never thought a mere child would succeed in binding me to his soul."
The voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere at once—ancient, layered, as if several throats were speaking through one mouth. There was irritation in it, but beneath that irritation lay something far more dangerous: interest.
Konaki-Jiji:
"Curse these humans and their binding vows. Truly… why did the gods of the outer planes ever permit mortals, to wield such authority over curse energy ?"
The crimson glow in Kentarō's eyes flared brighter, veins of cursed energy crawling across his skin like living script. The very air around him distorted, heavy with pressure, as if reality itself was being compressed beneath Konaki-Jiji's presence.
Konaki-Jiji:
"Well… what is done is done."
A pause—measured, deliberate.
Konaki-Jiji:
"You shall be my heir ."
With the glow of those eyes, screams erupted everywhere. Villagers and barbarians alike were seized by invisible force. Blood tore free from bodies as if answering a command older than language, spiraling through the air in violent arcs. Flesh collapsed inward, bones cracked, and lives were extinguished without ceremony. There was no discrimination—only annihilation. The village became a crimson altar as blood was devoured, absorbed, and erased the traces of life.
Konaki-Jiji:
"Time has run out… but I will allow you a gift."
The pressure receded.
Kentarō's consciousness snapped back into place.
He stood there, trembling—not from fear, but from emptiness. He had watched everything. Every scream. Every death. Every movement of the thing wearing his body like a garment.
His eyes fell to the ground.
To Aiko.
Her small, broken body lay cold and unmoving, untouched by the carnage only because she was already gone. The world felt hollow, as if something fundamental had been scooped out of him and left behind nothing but silence.
Kentarō:
"I cannot leave you."
His voice cracked, raw and stripped of all pretense.
Kentarō:
"Become one with me… walk these years with me until my last breath. That is my selfish wish a vow of blood."
His cursed energy surged again—this time not violent, but resolute. The body of Aiko Kamo began to glow faintly. Slowly, gently, she dissolved into blood, each drop lifting into the air as if guided by unseen hands. The crimson stream flowed into Kentarō's eyes, disappearing behind his irises.
Several drops splashed onto the bracelet he wore—the one that had once belonged to her.
The kanji etched within it ignited.
In that moment, the bracelet changed. Its presence sharpened, cursed energy stabilizing into a fixed form.
A curse tool was born.
Kentarō:
"We shall be together… forever."
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Renji POV
Over the years following that day, Kamo Kentarō became something the jujutsu world could not categorize.
He slaughtered sorcerers from the great clans, hunting them relentlessly, dismantling their influence piece by piece. To them, he was a monster. A demon. A curse user in its purest sense—and that was how the term truly took root.
Yet history, as always, told only through half truths.
What was never spoken aloud was that Kentarō protected villages. He eradicated barbarians and curse users. He destroyed corrupt sorcerers who preyed on the weak. Wherever he went, suffering followed—but so did silence afterward.
His name spread like a curse whispered at night.
Then came the great battle.
Zenin Fujiwara, progenitor of what would become the Zenin Clan, stood against him—allying himself with Michizane Sugawara, the progenitor of the Gojo bloodline.
Their clash ripped the land apart.
Mountains were leveled. Territories vanished. Entire clans were erased from history, fleeing Japan or dying without record. The Heian era bled itself dry in that conflict.
And because of Kamo Kentarō, the Kamo clan would never again be spoken of without suspicion.
We weakened.
Yet despite everything… we endured.
One of the Three Great Clans—not by strength, but by one fate .
The belief that one day, someone would awaken the same eyes.
The Heian Eyes.
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Aoi:
"And you're telling me all of this… now?"
Renji exhaled slowly, the weight of generations pressing down on his shoulders as he looked at his son.
Renji:
"Because nearly two years ago, I received information."
His gaze hardened.
Renji:
"Curse users were ordered by the Star Plasma Religious Group to locate a boy in the Kurai Clan… and kill everyone there."
Aoi's fists clenched.
Aoi:
"But why would they want Kai?"
Renji's expression darkened.
Renji:
"What most do not realize is that the Star Plasma Religious Group still carries influence from the minor clans that fled Japan after the Heian catastrophe."
Aoi:
"So they do have backers. I always wondered why we never wiped them out."
Renji nodded.
Renji:
" they still hold grudges of what the progenitor did."
He said in a grave tone.
Renji:
" their influence is also very vast, with ties so deep that many are unknown."
Renji:
" No one i current Japan besides Tengen knows about their existence, I do not know or their other plans but I know this."
He turned to look deep in the eyes of Aoi Kamo.
Renji:
"They possess a mural. That has a painted prophecy."
He let the words settle.
Renji:
"A boy born to a branch clan of the Kamo… with the Eyes of Demons."
Then, quietly—
Aoi:
" your saying that.."
Renji:
"Yes, Kai was born with the ancient hereditary curse technique of our clan, that has not ever grased this world in over a millennium ."
Renji:
"The Heian Eyes."
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Far away, high in the mountains of Tokyo, beyond the layered barriers of Jujutsu High, a boy lay asleep in his bed.Behind his closed eyelids, a faint red glow pulsed.A voice whispered from somewhere deep within.
Konaki-Jiji:
"My heir… time is not on our side."
The light faded.
And the night remained silent.
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Authors Note:
Tell me what do you think and give me feed back on. This back story and the next few chapters will be action packed .