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𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 29, 1989
𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻. The new year was finally approaching and the streets of Tokyo were adorned with festive decorations. Snow was softly falling from the heavens, gifting the land below with a blessing of purity. The dark streets were now coated with a white blanket, hiding the impurities below the cold surface of the virgin snow. Though, the atmosphere might have been joyous and hopeful, not every family was sharing these sentiments. Especially the ones of the jujutsu world.
Gojo Satoru had been born.
A bundle of life that seemed favored by the heavens as he was blessed with a head full of snowy-white hair and gifts humanity could not comprehend or fathom.
And along with this prodigy's birth came the great imbalance between men and monsters, and of course the fear of the unknown.
Would he be corrupted and evil? Or would he be a Messiah of the jujutsu?
The Zen' in clan, of course, wasn't an exception. The appearance of a holder of both the six eyes and the limitless technique was making them nervous and fearful. The three great clans were now separated by quite a huge power difference. It was logical for the Zen' in and the Kamo to be in a rush to find a member that possessed their respective unique techniques. But finding such members was nearly impossible in this age and their hopes were constantly diminishing.
Though this night wasn't like any other cold night of December. The Zen' in estate seemed to be in a state of chaos.
"Where did that brat come from?" Naobito Zen' in, the 26th head of the Zen' in family and current clan leader inquired. A clan member was currently infront of him, holding a bundle of clothes that hid a sleeping baby. The child was quiet. The only indications of it being alive was its shallow breaths and the pink color dusting its cheeks and nose caused from the cold.
"I-I don't know sir!" the member rushed to bow, "We found it in the periphery of the estate while we patrolled the area, it was drawing the attention of a lot of curses that we needed to exorcise!"
"Curses? Here?" Naobito was confused. It wasn't logical for curses to come near the clan estate for the place was filled with sorcerers!
What's happening? First that Gojo brat and now this one? The clan leader shifted his gaze to the bundle of clothes. He wasn't sensing that much cursed energy from the baby, more like the opposite, he nearly couldn't sense anything from it. Of course, something like that was ordinary, newborns couldn't harbor too much negative emotions for they were just brought to the world, they were still pure from the madness it possessed. But something was different.
"Give it to me"
"Y-Yes!"
It wasn't until Naobito got a hold of the sleeping child that he had a realization. It wasn't just the small quantities of cursed energy that it possessed but there seemed a foreign attraction calling to him. To his own madness.
What is this?
The clan head raised a hand to lightly touch the cheek of the baby, he wanted to see what this attraction was.
Skin met skin, hesitantly, tenderly, as if afraid the small being would break if the contact was too rough. It hadn't been a second latter when he felt the slow depletion of his cursed energy. From its characteristic blue color, it seemed to transform into a violent volatile red that got absorbed by the sleeping baby.
What the hell?!
The child seemed to consume his cursed energy making it its own!
What kind of ability is that?
"Did any of you touch it without the cloth?"
"W-Well, when we found her, she didn't have any cloth...one of the others wrapped it around her to protect her from the cold," the clan member answered hesitantly, not knowing why the clan head wanted to know of this.
"Her?"
"Well yes, she's female..." it wasn't a secret that the Zen' in were misogynists, this clan wasn't a place suitable for women. They were treated as slaves, as inferior to men and most of the time they were victims of violence and abuse just so they could satisfy men's greed.
"What a shame..." Naobito sighed, "take her to the women"
She could have become great...
"Yes sir!"
Though he didn't say it, the moment he discovered the anomaly of the child Naobito started to have hope again. Hope that their gap with the Gojo clan will be closed. He just needed to understand this miracle child and see if it has the capabilities of reaching the supposed Messiah of the jujutsu. If so, he would have the perfect little weapon. Though, he needed to understand how she ended up outside his house...
"We will treat her as a Zen' in for the time being"
