Chapter 6: Tengen

I look back at the reports spread out on the table as the steam from my hot tea fills the air with its soothing aroma. Despite the momentary peace, I can't help but feel a lurking worry for what's to come.

"Maybe this time no one will end up summoning Mahoraga... I hope so," I mutter to myself, remembering the previous disasters caused by the clashes between the Zenin clan and the Gojo clan.

Every time a user of the Limitless and Six Eyes is born, the balance between the clans is shaken. And with Kenjaku getting his hands on the most powerful clans, the possibility of direct conflict increases.

The current situation, with young sorcerers eager to gain recognition and riches, only fuels the chaos. The Zenin clan's mercenaries are the only ones bold enough to take on special-grade spirits alone, but the number of inexperienced rookies setting out to hunt these cursed spirits only makes matters worse.

"The new cursed spirit will just be another addition to the list of S-grade spirits exorcised by this generation..." I tell myself, although deep down I know that each new confrontation is a spark in the powder keg of Jujutsu.

Hours later

While the aroma of tea still lingered in the air, my thoughts grew darker. The growing number of high-level cursed spirits and the tensions between clans reminded me of a time when peace between sorcerers seemed almost an illusion. Sukuna's irruption had destabilized everything, and now, Kenjaku was moving the pieces, manipulating the most powerful forces for his own benefit.

Despite my outward calm, the latent danger was clear. Kenjaku would not stop in his attempt to destabilize the world of Jujutsu, and this new curse that Tsubaki mentioned, despite its ridiculous appearance, could be one more piece on his twisted board. The Gojo clan had fought tirelessly to maintain balance, but that balance seemed increasingly fragile.

Before I could delve further into my thoughts, a slight creaking in the barrier alerted me. It was not a break or a direct attack, but I felt a distortion. My heart skipped a beat. Only someone with immense power or with a deep knowledge of cursed techniques could cause such a subtle disturbance.

I stood up from my seat, still with the hot cup of tea in my hand, and headed to the window. From there, I could see the tranquility of the landscape, but my intuition didn't fail me. Something was close. Something that had managed to bypass the external defenses without setting off the alarms.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in my mind. A familiar, but distant voice. It was Tsubaki.

"Grandma... I think you'll need to reinforce the barriers," she said with a tone of concern uncommon for her. "It seems we're not just dealing with minor curses."

Before I could respond, the connection was abruptly cut off. The tranquility I had felt disappeared completely. I put the cup down on the table and concentrated. I could feel it now: the cursed presence was approaching. It was subtle, but enormously dangerous.

I activated the internal barriers, reinforcing the protection around me, but I knew it wouldn't be enough. If Kenjaku was involved, it might just be the beginning. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"I must trust Tsubaki," I thought. Although sometimes reckless, her talent was undeniable. I knew I could handle dangerous situations, but this time was different. If Kenjaku was behind this new spirit, perhaps he was planning something much bigger.

Just as I was about to step outside and reinforce the outer defenses, I sensed another presence. A figure materialized before the barrier, hazy at first, but then clearly visible. It was a woman, wrapped in a dark kimono, with an eerie smile on her face. I recognized her presence immediately. She was one of Kenjaku's followers, an expert in curse manipulation. There was no mistaking that her appearance was a sign.

"It seems you are at a crossroads, Tengen," the woman said, her voice snaking through the barrier. "Kenjaku has been waiting for this moment, and you knew it."

The figure moved closer, but the barrier kept it at bay.

"Tell Kenjaku that his plans will not work this time," I replied firmly. "I will not let him break the balance again."

The woman smiled, as if she had expected my answer.

"Ah, my dear, the balance is already broken. We are only here to pick up the pieces."

With that, she vanished into thin air, leaving behind a bone-chilling sensation. I knew it was no empty threat; something bigger was afoot.

Without wasting any more time, I reinforced the barriers and sent a signal to the higher-ups of the three great clans. We needed to be prepared. This This time, the threat came not only from cursed spirits, but also from the sorcerers themselves, betrayed by Kenjaku's ambition and machinations.

As the sky began to darken, my mind couldn't stop thinking about Tsubaki. I knew she was strong, but the upcoming confrontation might be the most difficult one I've ever faced.

"Chaos is coming," I muttered to myself, "and this time, no one will emerge unscathed."

The war in the world of Jujutsu was about to begin, and all the key players were taking their positions. Kenjaku, the cursed spirits, the clans… everything was at stake. And at the center of it all, the balance of a world hanging in the balance.

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