Imagine starting your next life as a little child of the Zenin clan.
Yeah, a fucked up situation.
I mean, what are the odds, right?
Dream of having powers, capturing pokemon, saving the day like a superhero defeating the villans. All of that stuff becomes a lot more stressfull when you're transport to the world in question.
'At least the food was good' thought the little kid inside 4 white walls that seemed too big today. Native japan food was a new for him, a good new actually. The only good new in his life at the moment.
In only one night, his life took a 180°. His past life was a simple one. Working a 8 to 5 in some office of the goverment doing boring paperwork, that at least paid well enought.
Then, he just blink.
He only fucking blink. A normal blink. Not even a tired one. And in that timeframe (fucking miliseconds) all his perspective changed, his senses, his memory, the air itself changed around him.
And here he was. A 5 years old kid of a little branch family of the Zenin clan. Took him a couple of months to come in terms with the bullshit. I mean, This couldnt be a dream. Not when he could sleep here too and wake up the next day, right?
No more sundays with his parents. No more netflix & chill with his gf. No more Saturday nights with his friends. Enough for a grown man to cried (something that he did for a couple of minutes).
'It is what it is.' Thought the black hair kid while searching for some universal secret at the ceiling, laying down at his new bed.
Sometimes the image of them all appears in his mind to torture him a little more.
A servant interrupted his daydreaming as it was time of breakfast (because yeah, even a branch of the clan has lots of servants).
Today was like any other day for Kageyuki. His parents, Haruto (actually chill dad but with poor aptitude for Jujutsu) and Saki (strict and kind, but a scary creature when mad) where distant cousins of Naobito, actual leader of the clan, so even if we didn't enjoy the privileges of people blessed with a good Cursed technique, it wasn't so bad ether.
Today's food was accompanied by his father (a strange thing to be honest). "How is it going Kage? Are you adapting to the practices?"
'The practices' was basically training martial arts at the end of the week with other children of the branch with more or less his age. A new activity for him.
"It's fun. I'm the youngest but nobody looks down on me, and Ranta is there too." Said Kageyuki while devouring his food.
'At least the food is good here.' Was a little consolation for him too.
"That's good to hear. Remember to practice alone too. Better to be on your mather's good side." Said the man with a straight face, but in his eyes I could see that he meant it, a LOT.
"Father… yesterday I felt something strange." Said Kage.
Yesterday was the first day that he could move his cursed energy through all his body without losing control.
His reserves weren't that big since birth, more than the norm for sure, but not as massive as the talents that he remembers of the series.
Because of that, his parents (specially his mother) arrange for him to start a hellish routine divide in theory and manipulation of CE, general knowledge, common sense, politics, etiquette and physical conditioning.
Hellish shit, fr. Sleep was a rare blessing.
The point is that yesterday, while following the instructions of Mr. Sasami, something happened.
"Visualize the energy moving like a slow tide, passing through your core, your personal, then your shoulders…" Said Mr. Sasami while demonstrating with his own.
Kage tried the same, difficult process. It wasn't as easy as Itadori make it to be. It pass from his gut, then his abs, this pectoral, and then, while passing from his arm… A black mass/mist start appearing at the top of his finger.
The good thing was that Mr. Sasami was paying attention to one of his cousins, giving him time to stop and think.
Instinctively, he start to understand what was his technique, and Oh man. He didn't know he had game like that.
Fuckin 10 shadows technique.
Now, the rest of the day pass fast af trying to avoid demonstrating anything resembling him having a technique. Why? Because this wasn't a normal clan. Any of the clans was easy, to be honest.
He didn't sleep much just practicing with his new powers, only moving his "shadow" of course and not summoning anything, because then his parents would know. The entire jujutsu Society would know.
After thinking really hard what to do, he came to a conclusion. The 10 shadows technique was the most valuable technique of the clan. Even if he was from a branch member, Naobito would keep him secure for the future of the clan. Because, even if he was a drunk piece of shit, he still values talent. And what screams more talent than shadows powers and black hair?
Maybe he was just to naive, or simply stupid. But part of him though of a good future and he convinced himself to believe in it.
"Really? What was it?" His father understood the situation right away. Kage was in that age, after all.
"Yeah, and something strange happened."
Now, his father knew, and immediately they stop the chip chat and run to the backyard of the house. He was so excited that even use his CE to carry Kage and run as fast as he possibly could.
"Oh my oh my oh my…" whispered Haruto while running, thinking of a lot of things and non at all. 'Saki will be so jealous. My son has a cursed technique and I'm the one discovering it. This could be as well the most important day of the year. Or maybe the decade? Saki will be so jealous. Will he awaken something strong? He has always been more intelligent than other children. And he's so capable, surely he would understand his ability right away. Oh my god…'
Moments after and Kage was right in the middle of the backyard, ready to demostrated (and actually see for himself) what was his technique about.
"All right Yuki, let me see." Said his father with the anticipation of a child in Christmas searching for his gift at the bottom of the tree, hoping that Santa did actually read his letter.
Kage didn't was time. He let the CE to guide him, moving his body instinctively and doing a gesture with his hand. A black mist started to flow around him as his shadow took a more physical form.
Now, Haruto wasn't even breathing.
'This can't be.' He thought.
A moment passed as Kage's hands took the form of two circles with his pulgars and the fingers near, while the rest look down and the shadow grew to his full height.
A second later, Kage opened his eyes and the shadow disperse, leaving behind…
A skeleton.
A tiny skeleton with a wooden stick.
I mean.
What?
Where are the wolfs?
Why is he so… tiny?
"Erm…" his father was even more perplexed than him.
The skeleton just was there. Existing. Looking (was he?) at Kage, like waiting for a command or something.
"This is… Well, how do you feel son? This is your cursed technique. I don't know if Mr. Sasami teach you the concept. Did he?"
"Yeah, I know father. I mean, I hear him talk with Ranta about something like that."
"Ok, that's good. You're are an intelligent boy. Now, how do you feel? How much CE did it cost you? Do you feel a connection with.. that?"
The conversation went for a good hour while father and son tried to understand the intrinsics of the technique. Even took the liberties to left the compound in search of the lowest of the lowest tier of curses, just to see what the tiny guy could do.
And oh boy, it was more than the eye could see.
A fly head. That was the objective, of course.
The little guy didn't seem to strong to even stand, let alone fight something more challenging.
Father and son scan around the site before Kage took his stance and summoned Kotsu, the little big-headed.
One thing the little Kotsu had is that he didn't have to be told what to do. He, just with Kage's intent, knew what was his part. And he didn't hesitate.
Utilizing the little CE in his body (something that Kage couldn't change for all he and his father knew), little Kotsu bolt through the alley, jump to a AC, escalate the brick wall and finally jump to the fly head, smacking it with his wooden stick and landing with it in the floor.
He smack it three more times, without mercy, while the little victim was shaking and trying to move. Then, when monster-little Kotsu though it was sufficient, lift his tiny hand toward the now dispersed CE, and, for another surprise for the duo watching, like if a vacuum cleaner was turn on, the rests of the curse where absorb by the hand of the skeleton.
After the deed was done, little Kotsu raised his hands and looked up at the sky, let out a scream as if the sky were to be his next victim, turn around, walk away, and wait in front of Kage for his next order.
"…"
Both were a little speechless to be honest.
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Three weeks later, his family and him were relocated to the main compound of the clan, and Kage's stressful life truly begone.