[**THIS STORY TAKES PLACE 68 YEARS AFTER THE DEATH OF THE HONOURED ONE AND THE KING OF CURSES, I.E., IN 2086, IN THE FAN-FICTION JUJUTSU KAISEN WORLD.**]
In 2086 CE, an extraterrestrial life-form identifying itself as a Simurian has appeared, accompanied by a mothership known as Naunax, carrying nearly 50,000 Simurians. Possessing immense negative curse energy, they are seeking sanctuary as refugees. They have chosen Japan, as all authority regarding diplomatic missions lies within it.
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A boy with white, spiky and messy hair, wearing a black high-neck jacket paired with black pants and boots, was walking down the streets of Tokyo. His lean and muscular figure, with his unusual tall height, was making him stand out in the bustling crowd.
He walked with casual arrogance and carelessness, both hands tucked in his pockets, with black sunglasses shielding his eyes. Also a bagpack which was looking almost empty.
He paused, pulling a paper slip from his pocket. His eyes narrowed as he glared at it.
"How am I supposed to find this OkkotsuClan on maps?!"
He turned his neck around, surveying the crowded crossroad in hope that he'll find someone to ask for the address of this clan. Everyone was busy in their own affairs; vehicles were hovering above streets. It's 2086; I don't think clans still exist like they existed in traditional Japan, he thought.
"There!"
Suddenly, he found a girl sitting with a strange boy in green hair. Without hesitation, he strode forward to them and placed the slip into the girl's hand.
"What's this?" The girl frowned, confused, as her eyes quickly scanned two words on the paper.
"Hey cutie... I'm Hojo. Can you tell me where I can find this Okkotsu Clan?"
That black-haired girl, probably the same age as Hojo, around sixteen, stared at him suspiciously.
"What's your business with this clan?"
Hojo raised his hand, and in the blink of an eye, the girl had already moved behind him. But Hojo was only raising his index finger to scratch the persistent itching in his ear.
Misunderstanding.
"Oh, I didn't think you were this fast," he said, smirking. "But don't act like that — I'm not killing you."
"You still haven't answered my question. What exactly do you want from the Okkotsu Clan?" It was obvious that girl wasn't an ordinary woman; she possessed superhuman strength. But the boy with a diamond-shaped bandage on his forehead sat calmly on the bench, not reacting like she did.
"Nothing much. My granny told me to meet the current Okkotsu Clan's leader. Don't ask me why—I don't know. Now, will you tell me, or are you just wasting my time?"
"I'm Yukka Okkotsu, and that's Maru there," Yukka said, lowering her guard. "You are lucky you found me here; otherwise you'd never reach my clan."
Maru continued gazing at Hojo, analysing him carefully. Something about him felt... unusual.
There is something around his body, which is blocking my third eye's signals from piercing him. I can't see through him. I'm certain—he is no ordinary human. He is hiding something. Maru realised what Yukka never could— because humans don't have a third eye like Simurians.
Maru was assigned to the Okkotsu siblings to inspect how they wield curse energy and to assess the strength of earthlings.
"Great! Then tell me quickly—your home address," Hojo said, staring at his finger's tip, damp from scratching his ear.
Why is he so arrogant? He wants my help, not me! However, he looks the same age as Tsurugi and me, but he's so tall—easily above six feet. Also unmistakably handsome. Yukka thought as she turned on the watch on her wrist, projecting a holographic screen above it.
"Tell me your chip code; I'll send it to you. I don't know the exact location," Yukka said, avoiding his gaze.
"Actually, I'm new in Japan, so I don't have any international plan to receive or send data. Can't you just tell me directly?"
"Of course I can, but with such a vague description, you'll be lost in Tokyo. Sorry, mister, but it looks like your luck isn't with you anymore."
Yukka turned and stepped toward a car in the side lane, gesturing for Maru to follow her.
"Let's go, Maru. Tsurugi must be waiting for us."
"Wait, I'm coming!" Maru stood and ran like a child toward Yukka, catching up to walk alongside her. Both of them entered the car and went away as the car soared a few feet above the earth. It's 2086—of course technology is advanced.
"I should try asking others. Just once... if I meet the Okkotsu's Head, I'll be free to do anything I want!"
*****
"I'll kill him if I find that bastard. He said it was here. There is nothing here except a few small houses and this large, old school."
Hojo cursed the man he'd found one hour ago, who'd given him the wrong address. That's why he was lost.
He stood before a senior secondary school and glanced a little inside through the gate. Inside, Maru was lying unconsciously on the ground, while Yukka and a boy with a long katana were locked in the battle against a another figure—his face blurred by distance.
"Wait!... what is she doing here with this kid?" Hojo muttered, narrowing his eyes.
As Hojo focused his gaze toward the fight, he realised that the 'kid' wasn't a kid after all—it was a little old man, thin and short, dressed in a white T-shirt with a hat. His skin wasn't normal—dark, decayed, and rotten with many scars and lined wrinkles.
Yet, despite his frail appearance, he moved with terrifying speed, his long, needle-like weapon slicing through air as a curse shadowed him from behind, controlling him as a puppet through thin threads.
"NEW SHADOW STYLE: SIMPLE DOMAIN!" The boy fighting alongside Yukka channeled the curse energy through his tool and struck old man. Since any attack inside simple domain gets automatically countered, it gave him perfect opportunity— sending that old hag crashing through buildings. But unfortunately, it separated him from Yukka.
Suddenly, the old man appeared behind Yukka. Before she could even turn her head in reflex, pain bloomed, the needle had already pierced through her soft flesh.
That boy was her brother, Tsurugi Okkotsu, swung his katana with all his strength, blade wrapped in curse energy.
But the old man was already gone behind him—preparing to deliver a fatal blow to him like he did to his sister Yukka.The ground fractured beneath his step, air rippling outward as if reality itself bowed before his overwhelming curse energy.
"Die!!!" the old man roared, thrusting his needle toward Tsurugi. A wicked grin emerged over his face as the tip neared its mark—yet, somehow, it stopped.
The needle hung frozen in midair, trembling against an invisible barrier. Hojo stood between Tsurugi and the weapon, his one hand raised lazily.
"Rest in peace," Hojo whispered, his voice almost calm, gentle yet cold enough to tremble his very existence.
Hojo swung his hand; everything in its path—the needle, the curse, the air itself—shattered into pieces.
With a lazy flick of his wrist, almost effortless with impossible precision, the old man's head hit the dirt and soil with a dull thud, rolling to stop at Yukka's feet— all through single bare hand.
The blood-wet, sickening thud reverberated through the air, every fiber of Tsurugi's being resonated with fear, his heart pounding as if going to explode.
Spraying blood. Crimson Earth. Unlimited dominance. Absolute silence.