[Author note here:]
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[Author note over]
The sun hung high over the ocean, turning the water into a sheet of shimmering glass.
Blue, Clean, and perfect to dive into.
Tetsuya stood barefoot in the sand, wearing nothing but a pair of blue swimming trunks and the usual blood iron anklets wrapped around his ankles, as the sea's calm waves lapped at his feet, meeting the coast.
As he looked to his left, Maki and Mai were splashing around in the water, having fun for once.
Their laughter carried across the beach, bright and genuine.
Mai squealed as a wave knocked her over, giggling as she resurfaced, hair wet and sticking to her face. Maki on the other hand, was fighting with the waves.
Tetsuya watched them, a small smile tugging at his lips.
They looked happy.
Actually happy.
His hand went to his pocket, snapping photo after photo. Perhaps in the future, he'd use them as ammunition against Maki. Embarrassing his cousins will be legendary in the future.
The smile faded as he remembered Ogi's face when he'd taken them.
The man's jaw had been tight, eyes cold with barely contained rage. But Tetsuya had played it perfectly.
A bit of ego stroking, a careful reminder that the twins were "just servants" and Ogi had relented. Not just because he didn't care that much about his daughters. But because he didn't want to get on Tetsuya's bad side. After all, Tetsuya was already a Grade one sorcerer.
And now? Now he and the twins were here.
A private island.
HIS private island, mind you!
Zenin money truly went a long way, as within four months after the talk between him and the clan head, Naobito had bought and built this island for Tetsuya, following their talk.
It was Remote. Far away from civilisation.
Hidden behind a Jujutsu barrier that kept it invisible to regular folk.
Small too. Perhaps Ten kilometers across.
Enough space for training, living, and breathing without the constant weight of the Zenin estate pressing down on them.
His own fucking private island, in case he didn't mention it.
Naobito had delivered exactly what he'd asked for.
Tetsuya turned his attention back to the water, pocketing his phone, and raised his right hand.
Cursed energy surged with casual ease.
A Missile Fist formed, violet and condensed, then launched.
It streaked across the surface, hit the deeper water fifty meters out, and detonated.
A massive column of water erupted into the air, scattering droplets like rain.
Maki and Mai paused, turning to watch, then resumed playing.
They were used to it by now.
Tetsuya fired another. Then another. Each one hitting farther out, each splash bigger than the last.
He then shifted his stance, planting his feet, and drew deeper from his reserves.
More cursed energy. Much more.
His right fist began to glow brighter, the violet light intensifying, condensing into something larger, denser, more dangerous.
Not a volley like usual.
One.
A single, massive Missile Fist, hovering right over his hand.
Easily the size of a car, humming with compressed energy, distorting the air around it.
The attack was evident.
Maximum. The maximum version of the technique Missile Fist.
The projectile screamed across the water, far faster than the smaller ones, and hit the ocean about a hundred meters out.
The explosion was deafening.
A tower of water shot into the sky, easily thirty meters high, the shockwave rippling outward in concentric rings, turning the calm waves into towering ones.
Tetsuya's legs wobbled slightly. His cursed energy reserves, normally bottomless, felt noticeably depleted.
He exhaled slowly, lowering his hand.
'Maximum still costs too much. But I bet when I'll truly need it, I'll have ironed the kinks out.'
A year had passed like this. Training, and trying to access this thing he had managed to pull out against that cursed spirit.
And during that year, he'd finally figured it out.
It was his Maximum technique.
A single, devastating Missile Fist that dwarfed anything he could normally produce.
But understanding it had taken more than just training.
It had taken a Black Flash.
That moment against Jinichi. That perfect strike. The one in a million convergence of cursed energy and timing that produced a phenomenon even most Grade 1 sorcerers never experienced.
Landing a Black Flash hadn't just opened his eyes to the flow of his cursed energy. It had reinforced his image of it.
The emotions. The desperation. The fear and anger and frustration that had built over years of neglect, years of silence, years of being ignored by the one person who should have mattered.
He was Jinichi's son. Whether he liked it or not. Whether he had flashes of a previous life or not.
Tetsuya sighed, running a hand through his damp hair.
'Next time, it won't end in a draw.' Tetsuya thought, remembering how he had brought Jinichi to a standstill. The only reason he hadn't won was his body.
Despite his immense reserves, he wasn't like Yuji, or a heavenly restriction user.
He had a regular, kid body. Well, not exactly, kid, but the sentiment stood.
"Maki! Mai! Dinner!" He called out.
Both girls looked up, then scrambled out of the water, dripping and grinning as they ran toward the small house set back from the beach.
Dinner was simple.
Grilled fish, rice, and vegetables. Nothing fancy. But filling.
Tetsuya set the plates down, watched as the twins dug in with enthusiasm that still caught him off guard sometimes.
No hesitation. No fear. No flinching at sudden movements.
Just two kids eating dinner.
He ate quietly, then reached over and ruffled Maki's hair when she finished.
"Tetsuya-nii!" She scowled, swatting his hand away, but there was no real heat in it.
He smirked, then pulled out his phone, stepping outside onto the porch.
The sun was dipping lower now, painting the sky in shades of orange and red.
He dialled.
It rang twice before someone picked up.
"Yeah, it's me, ████ san." Tetsuya said quietly. "I wanted to follow up on what we talked about last time."
A pause. Listening.
"Do you think you could get them both in? I'll owe you one, ████ san."
He listened for a long moment, then nodded.
"Alright. Keep me updated. Thanks."
He hung up, slipping the phone back into his pocket, and stared out at the ocean.
Training wasn't the only thing he had been up to. He had been...networking. Specifically, trying and successfully getting in contact with ████ ██████.
'If I can get them into Jujutsu High. I can get them away from the clan entirely, at least for now. It will do them good.'
Later, Maki stood across from him in the sand, barefoot, wearing a simple training gi.
At eight years old, she was already stronger than most kids twice her age.
Her Heavenly Restriction was showing. No cursed energy, but her physical capabilities were climbing steadily. Faster reflexes. Sharper instincts. Strength that didn't match her size.
Tetsuya held up his hands, reinforcement active but restrained.
"Come on. Same as always. Try to hit me."
Maki lunged.
Fast. Direct. A straight punch aimed at his chest.
Tetsuya sidestepped, tapped her shoulder as she passed.
"Too committed. If I counter, you're open."
She spun, a low kick aimed at his legs.
He jumped back, nodded approvingly.
"Better."
They went back and forth like that for twenty minutes. Tetsuya correcting, guiding, letting her get close, but never letting her land a clean hit.
Mai watched from the sidelines, knees pulled to her chest, quiet but attentive.
She wasn't a fighter. Not like Maki.
But Tetsuya still made her train on the occasion. Basic self defense. Reinforcement exercises. Enough that she could protect herself if things went wrong.
Not that he'd let anyone hurt her.
But just in case.
By the end of it, both girls were exhausted.
Tetsuya carried them inside one at a time, set them in their beds, and pulled the thin blankets over them.
Maki was already asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Mai mumbled something incoherent, then drifted off.
Tetsuya stood there for a moment, watching them breathe.
Then he stepped outside, back onto the porch.
The sun had set fully now. Stars scattered across the sky like broken glass, the ocean dark and endless beneath them.
He sat on the steps, elbows on his knees, staring out at nothing.
The phone call replayed in his mind.
Hopefully, that would turn out as cannon had.