Chapter One: The Nine Heavenly Swords!
Note: This novel will not follow the original story. The events take place in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, but they have been modified to suit the novel… You will understand by reading.
Enjoy~~~
"KAMISHIRO RYOOOOOO!"
The scream tore through the stillness of the night. Under the pale light of a full moon, on the rooftop of an abandoned building in Shinjuku District, a man stood panting heavily. His breaths came out as small white clouds in the cold air. His clothes were torn and dripping with blood, and his bulging eyes carried a strange mixture of terror and blind rage.
Opposite him, only a few steps away, stood the cause of all this destruction.
Kamishiro Ryo.
He did not look like a monster. He was merely a boy no older than fourteen. He wore entirely black clothing, topped with a long, dark black coat as if stitched from the night's own darkness, its edges fluttering quietly in the cold breeze.
His pitch-black hair was messy, falling sharply and randomly over his forehead. His eyes were black like a bottomless abyss, devoid of any human emotion or warmth. Over his left eye stretched a prominent vertical scar like a cruel memory, cutting down from his eyelid to his cheek, giving his youthful features a cruelty that did not match his age.
Ryo held in his right hand the sheath of a dark black sword. He slightly raised his head to look at the moon with a calm expression, completely ignoring the man screaming before him as if he were nothing more than an annoying insect on a summer night.
"Are you ignoring me, you little bastard?!" Gaoki screamed uncontrollably, trembling from sheer rage.
Gaoki was a notorious curse user (Juso-shi), his strength equal to a first-grade sorcerer. His cursed energy manifested in an innate technique that granted him super speed and cloaked his body in lightning. At this moment, yellow electrical sparks crackled around his legs, scorching the cement beneath him every time he pressed his foot down.
In his right hand, he gripped a katana with a glowing golden blade. The sword released golden thunder sparks that illuminated the darkness, surrounded by a terrifying aura of dense cursed energy.
Gaoki looked at the golden blade and exhaled with shaking breaths. He had begun to feel deep hatred and endless resentment toward this weapon. This sword was not ordinary—it was one of the most powerful cursed tools in the world of jujutsu: one of the Nine Heavenly Swords.
This was the Heavenly Thunder Sword: "Zanko." One of the three swords that even the Jujutsu Association had failed to locate, which had fallen into the hands of rogue curse users.
Gaoki was neither a genius nor the heir of a noble clan. He was merely a lucky stray. By coincidence, he had been in the right place when the previous wielder of "Zanko" was engaged in a bloody battle against two special-grade curses. Had one of the curses not unleashed an incomplete "instinctive Domain Expansion" at the last moment, the previous wielder would not have fallen. Gaoki watched from afar, and when the massacre ended with everyone dead, he sneaked in like a rat and stole the sword. At that time, he thought luck had finally smiled upon him—that this sword would make him king of the underworld.
He never imagined that the "loot" would bring him this nightmare called Kamishiro Ryo.
"You… you weren't satisfied with tracking me for days and weeks…" Gaoki ground his teeth until they nearly cracked, tears gathering in his eyes. "You killed my team! You killed my brothers! We are the 'Blood Wolves'! We were planning to retire and open a ramen shop together after selling this sword! Do you know how much 'Taro' loved ramen?!"
Gaoki's team consisted of terrifying assassins and mercenaries, names that made the underworld tremble. But Ryo exterminated them one by one, coldly, as if uprooting weeds, leaving Gaoki the sole survivor… barely.
"You ignore me again…" Gaoki's body trembled. "I swear… I swear I will avenge my brothers! I'll cut you into pieces with this sword and feed your flesh to curses!"
Gaoki screamed, but inside he fought to maintain his sanity. As an experienced curse user, he knew that losing emotional control in the midst of a jujutsu battle meant disrupting cursed energy flow—which led to certain death. He had to remain calm. But how could he, when this boy looked at him as if he were… nothing?
"What was your name again?"
Ryo finally spoke. His voice was low, calm, and devoid of any threatening tone, which made it even more terrifying.
Gaoki stopped shouting and blinked in shock. "Huh?"
"Ah… Gaoki. Right." Ryo slowly turned and fixed his dead eyes directly on Gaoki's. For a moment, Gaoki felt as if an icy hand gripped his heart, and he involuntarily stepped back.
"You don't even remember the name of the person you're trying to kill, you insane bastard?!" Gaoki shouted irritably, trying to mask his fear with volume.
Ryo's expression did not change. "Gaoki… do you know who forged the Nine Heavenly Swords?"
Gaoki frowned, confused by the sudden question. Tightening his grip on Zanko's handle, he said mockingly, "I don't know! And I don't care! Maybe some old senile blacksmith who was bored! I was lucky to get it from a corpse, that's all!"
Ryo was silent for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on the golden blade, before speaking in an icy tone: "You don't even know the sword's name… you don't know its value and cannot even use it properly… yet you want to wield it. You use my father's swords to kill people for your personal goals."
"Your father…?" Gaoki's eyes widened.
"That's why…"
Ryo began moving. Step… step… With slow and steady strides, he advanced toward Gaoki. Tap… tap… The echo of his footsteps rang in Gaoki's head like the ticking of a death clock, heavy and terrifying.
"My father, Kamishiro Taigo, did not forge these swords to be toys in the hands of trash like you."
"Shut up! Don't come closer!" Gaoki panicked. "My cursed technique is faster than sound! I'll sever your head from your body—!"
"You must… die."
Whoosh!
In a fraction of a second, Ryo vanished completely from Gaoki's sight. There was no sound of explosion or launch—just total absence.
"What?!" Gaoki was shocked, eyes bulging. "Where did he go?! Is he faster than my technique? Impossible!" He spun around frantically, swinging his golden sword wildly, but the air was empty.
Cold sweat poured down his forehead, panic devouring his mind. "Where are you, coward?! Show yourself!"
"I'm here."
A cold whisper brushed the back of Gaoki's neck.
The blood in the man's veins froze. Ryo stood directly behind him, back to back. In his right hand, Ryo held the elegant black sheath. With his left… he began drawing the blade.
The blade was pitch black, deep as a starless night, sleek and lethally elegant.
Ryo whispered slowly, as if casting a death incantation:
"Heavenly Shadow Sword: Kuro."
Gaoki did not complete his turn. He did not even see how Ryo moved.
All that happened was that the black blade suddenly flashed with brilliant crimson light—not from the sword itself, but the reflection of Gaoki's blood that exploded into the air at once.
From Gaoki's perspective, the world tilted strangely. He felt sudden cold at his waist, then noticed the night sky below and the rooftop above. His body had been cleanly split into two halves, and the upper half began sliding slowly and falling toward the ground.
Thud.
Gaoki's body fell. His eyes still moved in terror, trying to comprehend what happened. The last thing his dying retina captured was the image of Kamishiro Ryo standing calmly, holding the Heavenly Thunder Sword "Zanko," which had fallen from Gaoki's severed hand.
Ryo raised the golden Zanko and looked at Gaoki's head lying on the ground.
"Go to hell," Ryo said coldly. "I'll send the rest of your friends to the same place soon."
With one indifferent motion, Ryo swung Zanko, completely severing Gaoki's head to end his misery and life forever.
Ryo sighed and wiped the blood from his face. He bent toward Gaoki's corpse and pulled Zanko's sheath from his waist. The sheath itself was a masterpiece—pure white like snow, adorned with intricate golden engravings, tied with a tightly knotted golden "sageo" cord near the hilt.
Ryo returned Zanko's golden blade into its white sheath with a satisfying metallic click. Now he held his black sword "Kuro" in one hand and the Thunder Sword "Zanko" in the other.
Ryo's energy paused for a moment, then he muttered a single word:
"Koku." (Void)
Upon uttering it, dense black mist erupted from nothingness, wrapping around the two swords like a hungry beast swallowing them. Within a second, the mist dissipated, and the swords vanished completely as if they had never existed. This was his cursed technique: the ability to store and summon objects from a personal spatial void.
Ryo turned and walked toward the edge of the rooftop. He looked at the lights of Tokyo stretching below like a sea of earthly stars.
He bent his knees slightly, then leapt into the open air, moving gracefully across rooftops, leaving behind the corpse and blood.
He whispered to the cold wind striking his face, with unyielding resolve:
"I swear, Father… I will avenge you. And I will reclaim the Nine Heavenly Swords… all of them."
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Hmm… I'm trying to experiment with something new, creating a new story but in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Don't worry, it's not as if we will completely ignore the events of the original story.
Since this is the first chapter, go ahead and give me ideas and suggestions to improve the novel, and your opinion on the idea of the story.
Power stones and your comments are my only motivation for writing.