It was supposed to be an ordinary and boring mission that Satoru Gojo and his best friend Suguru Geto were given on this October afternoon. But everything turns out completely differently...
Events begin, the effects of which even extend to the da...
Sullenly, Satoru put the controller aside. On the table in front of him were three torn open packets of crisps, a half-distorted packet of chocolates and various bitten desserts on small plates. There were also several cans of cola. It was boring as hell in this place. Although 'booth' was probably a gross understatement. The Gojos' estate was a stately Japanese-style mansion and the entire property covered around three hundred hectares. A huge park, which was kept in good condition by various gardeners, surrounded the estate. Old, very old money flowed through the veins of these walls. And all for a teenager who cared very little about it. Satoru let his gaze wander around the room. Everything here screamed: Tradition! Honour! Family tree! And: Boredom! It had that typical Japanese flair that you've seen in thousands of films and animes. Sliding doors, valuable screens on which artists had painted old paintings. Calligraphy on the walls. Small shrines and chests of drawers and, for some reason, in almost every corner there were large vases containing the skeletons of dried flowers. The employees of the Gojo family took great care to keep everything as it was. The only concession made to him, the current head of the family, was that he was allowed to have a large television with a gaming console in his room. Sucks. But while he was still a minor, a guardian (with extremely bad taste) made the decisions. Suguru would love all the old stuff. Satoru sighed. If only Suguru had come with him. But he really wanted to see his parents. It would certainly have been a lot more fun here. He flipped open his mobile phone. No new messages. Menno. Surely he was sitting with Sayuri and they were reading some sucky book. How could anyone end the year so lame?
Satoru got up and decided to stretch his legs a bit. He had been gambling for two hours now, so his sleepy legs needed some attention. So he strolled through the far too large estate and didn't meet a soul. He wandered aimlessly through the rooms, which reminded him more of an ancient museum than a home. Finally, he stopped in front of a door that he had always avoided. Not because it made him uncomfortable, but because behind it was the most boring place in the whole house. The library. Countless generations of Gojos had collected everything worth knowing about the family and the whole jujutsu world. What was known about the curse techniques of the other great families, who had married whom, how his infinity technique and the six eyes worked and which curses had been particularly cruel in the past and how they had been exorcised. Satoru was about to go on, but then he paused. Particularly strong curses...? Hmm. He scratched his head, disgruntled. Maybe there was information about Sayuri somewhere after all. It was hardly possible that nobody had noticed her in the hundred and fifty years she had supposedly been around. So he pushed open the door and entered a room that he had seen in person perhaps once or twice before. But anything was better than boredom.
He stood in a semi-circular recess in which there was only a low table at which one could devote oneself to the old manuscripts. Aisles of bookshelves radiated from the upper part of the rounding. The subjects of the corresponding aisle were carved into the wooden boards facing it. For example, they read: Application of the Gojo escape technique or family chronicle. If he rummaged through the shelves here, he might learn everything that his predecessors had written down about the jujutsu technique. That would help him to manage his powers better. Maybe there was a trick? But no. What you didn't find out for yourself, you hadn't worked out for yourself. Besides, he had trained a lot since the incident a few weeks ago and had turned BLUE. Now almost perfect.
So he ignored the accumulated knowledge of his ancestors and walked randomly into one of the other corridors. He ran his finger over the spines of the books, some of which were hand-bound. Various names caught his eye. Inumaki, Zen'nin, Kamo, but also some that meant nothing to him. Now he had probably landed in the section where information about the other Jujuzist families was collected. There was probably less about curses in these old tomes. Satoru sighed and was about to turn round, disinterested, when his gaze lingered on a familiar name: Geto. Now his interest had been piqued after all. He pulled the somewhat rotten book from its place on the shelf. That's right. The Getos had once been well-known Jujuzists. At least he thought that Suguru had once told him something similar. But at that moment, Satoru hadn't been listening to him very carefully. So he opened the book curiously and leafed through it roughly. The beginning consisted mainly of the usual blah-blah about how important the Jujuzists were for society. His best friend had quoted this principle enough. Only slowly did they go into detail about the Getos. Here and there, his gaze lingered on a paragraph: -The Getos are a family that uses shikigami for fighting. They also inherit the rare gift of curse spirit manipulation. The user absorbs the spirit of revenge and can direct it according to his will. The important thing here is that the spirit may be weaker than its master. If a higher-ranking spirit is to be absorbed, it must submit or its will must be broken.- "Wow. Suguru is something special," Satoru grinned, feeling almost proud. Nevertheless, he wrinkled his nose at the author's expression.(Author's note: in the original German language I tried to write in a historical slag but I have no idea how it would look in English). Had people actually spoken like that in the past? Must have really sucked. He turned the page. A family chronicle followed. "What, that's all the information about the Getos?". Satoru flicked wildly back and forth between the two pages, as if the missing pages were just hiding or had even been torn out. But there was nothing. So that was all his ancestors knew about this family? He felt like he'd been taken for a ride. There was only this: the miserably long marriage register. Dude! Who cared that a Shisui Geto had married the daughter of some rich fatso millions of years ago? The marriage register actually went back to the Heian era. It was a reflection of how a family continued to fade into insignificance. From 1945 onwards, the gojos didn't even bother to continue the register. After that, there were only a few blank pages. The users of curse spirit manipulation were marked with a corresponding squiggle. While the symbols appeared regularly at the beginning, they became increasingly rare towards the end, so that this technique appeared perhaps every three generations. The last entry was for a Mafouyu Geto who married a Mimiko. No curse spirit manipulation. The chroniclers must have got tired of writing down names by now. Especially as the Getos were apparently no longer active as Jujuzists. "I understand you, Bro.," sighed Satoru. He fumbled through the pockets of his old school tracksuit and actually found a biro. A little scribbly and clumsily, as there was no proper surface in the corridor, he wrote under the last entry: Suguru Geto *03.02.1989 and drew a corresponding squiggle next to his friend's name. Satisfied, he briefly looked at his contribution to genealogy and put the book back in its place. Who knows whether future generations would even be interested in it. He stepped back along the corridor into the circular reading room and looked into the aisles that branched off in a star shape. The library wasn't large, but searching through all the books for information about a curse that may or may not have existed was just boring him. Let Sayuri be what she wanted. HE at least had lost interest due to the sheer mass of paper. So he shrugged his shoulders and decided to simply pass the time until next year by gambling. He closed the door with a muffled sound and the book, which could have actually provided a few clues, remained undiscovered. Nevertheless, Satoru had learnt something that he would never have guessed how important it was.
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