Page 1 – Arrival at the Mansion
A black car stops before a decaying mansion swallowed in fog.
20yrs old Utahime steps out first, torch in hand, her miko dress swaying lightly in the cold wind.
22yrs old Mei Mei follows, elegant as always, tying her long silver hair tighter, torch in hand.
They walk inside the mansion's wide entrance.
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Page 2 – Lost
The air is warped. Steps echo too many times.
Mei Mei checks her wristwatch, eyes narrowing.
Mei Mei (calm, analytical):
"Hmm. I'd say we moved fifteen kilometers in thirty minutes."
Utahime is sweating but level-headed, scanning the corridor.
Utahime:
"I don't see the markers we left behind…"
Mei Mei rolls up her right sleeve and approaches a nearby wall. She presses the wall lightly.
The wall squishes like wet skin.
Mei Mei:
"In that case… this isn't a looped barrier. The curse is overlapping space on itself as we move forward."
Utahime (still cautious):
"Or it's just a ridiculously huge barrier."
Mei Mei hums, stepping forward confidently.
Mei Mei:
"Maybe, but unlikely."
She taps the wall—soft flesh-like resistance.
Mei Mei:
"And the walls are impenetrable too."
She turns, lips curling.
Mei Mei:
"Let's split up."
Utahime blinks, taken aback.
Mei Mei (strategic):
"Move unpredictably. If the barrier can't keep up, one of us should slip out. Whoever escapes calls for help or attacks from outside."
Utahime:
"The overlapping theory is the most likely one."
Mei Mei (smiling):
"Sounds good, doesn't it?"
Utahime (nods):
"Let's try it."
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Page 3 – CRACK
A thunderous tremor.
The walls suddenly explode with massive spiderweb cracks racing in every direction.
Utahime: "What—?!"
Before they can react—
BOOOOOOOOOM
The entire mansion caves in as blue light detonates.
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Page 4 – Gojo Appears
Dust settles.
Utahime is half-buried in rubble inside a small crater, hair messed, outfit dusty.
A figure in sunglasses steps through the falling debris—
18-year-old Gojo Satoru, grinning like he owns the world.
Gojo:
"I came to help you both, Utahime!"
Utahime pushes herself up, annoyed.
Gojo (leaning forward):
"Utahime, are you crying?"
Utahime's eye twitches.
Utahime (yelling):
"I'M NOT CRYING!! AND RESPECT YOUR ELDERS!"
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A deep voice echoes.
Everyone turns.
A tall silhouette steps out from the forest shadows—
6'5 ft, long black hair in ponytail, deadly aura like a black void, hands in pockets, vest revealing carved muscles.
Sharp black eyes hidden behind fallen strands.
21yrs old Indra Yu.
He stops in front of Gojo, expression calm, unreadable.
Indra (quiet, cold):
"She's not crying.
But you… you're going to cry for sure, Gojo."
Gojo places both hands on his hips, laughing loudly.
Gojo:
"Oh my GOD, Utahime's boyfriend has arrived!"
Utahime (exploding):
"GOJO, I DIDN'T—!"
Mei Mei is already beside Gojo, enjoying the chaos, smiling like she paid for front-row seats.
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Page 6 – Curse Attack
A low rumble.
Behind Utahime, a massive centipede curse rises—
Four dead eyes, mandibles twitching, mouth splitting open.
Utahime turns too late.
Before it can strike—
A bigger centipede bursts from the rubble and devours the first one.
Utahime (frozen):
"….."
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Page 7 – Indra Intervenes
A flash of blinding white lightning.
WHOOSH—SHHKK
A razor-thin lightning disc slices the giant centipede cleanly in half, black blood spilling.
Footsteps echo behind Utahime.
18-year-old Geto, walking calmly into the crater holding his bag of curses.
He sighs.
Geto:
"Indra… you killed my curse again."
Indra drops into the crater casually, expression unchanged.
Indra:
"Whatever. You have plenty.
I'm just saving Utahime."
Gojo whistles from above with exaggerated shock.
Gojo:
"Woooow. Utahime's got him wrapped around her little finger."
Geto adjusts his bangs and smirks.
Geto:
"Nice to hear you care for other people…
especially the weak ones. And gojo stop bullying weak ones."
Utahime (furious):
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING WEAK?!"
Gojo leans over the crater, hands in pockets.
Gojo:
"Who? Me?
You're the one teasing her without realizing it, Geto."
Mei Mei stands beside Gojo, smiling like a villainous big sister.
Mei Mei:
"Hehehe."
Page 8 – Geto Gets Attacked (verbally)
Geto has a single sweat drop on the back of his head.
Geto (forced smile, clearing throat loudly):
"GAH—! Ahem."
Utahime is standing right in front of him, angrily glaring, cheeks puffed and brows tense.
Geto freezes.
Gojo whistles like he's enjoying a drama show.
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Page 9 – Shoko Arrives
A calm young voice echoes from the crater's edge.
Shoko (16, relaxed tone):
"Utahime, are you okay?"
Utahime's eyes widen; her irritation melts instantly.
Utahime (bright smile):
"Shoko!!"
Shoko slides down the crater, hands in pockets, casual grin.
Shoko:
"We were worried about you. You didn't call for two days."
Utahime runs forward and pulls her into a tight hug.
Utahime (loud, emotional):
"Shoko! Don't become like these two, okay?!"
Shoko (laughs, patting her back):
"Haha, no way. I'm not becoming trash like that."
From behind, Gojo and Geto stare at her with dead eyes.
Gojo: "…Trash?"
Geto: "Wow."
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Page 10 – Indra Observing
Indra stands a few feet behind them, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
His hair shifts in the breeze, eyes scanning the dissolving corpse of the cut centipede.
He looks like he couldn't care less about their comedic chaos.
Gojo raises a finger proudly.
Gojo (dramatic):
"We are NOT trash! We are great—and strongest—special grade sorcerers!"
Geto nods confidently.
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Page 11 – Indra Crushes Their Pride
Indra finally steps forward, hands sliding back into his pockets.
Indra (calm, flat voice):
"I don't think so.
I've fought multinational sorcerers stronger than both of you."
Gojo freezes mid-pose.
Geto smirks, tilting his head.
Geto:
"Oh? Is that so?
Where are they now?"
Indra shrugs casually, walking past them.
Indra:
"Must be in graves."
Geto sighs like this is routine.
Geto:
"You never change, Indra.
You talk about people dying like you're giving the weather report."
Gojo suddenly points straight at Indra.
Gojo:
"INDRA! I want to fight you!
You're always cold, badass, acting like the strongest—
Let's see who actually wins!"
Indra yawns.
He completely ignores Gojo and keeps walking.
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Page 12 – Mei Mei's Real Problem
Mei Mei cuts Gojo off mid-yell with a deadpan expression.
Mei Mei:
"Where's the curtain?"
Gojo: "Huh??"
Geto: "Curtain??"
Shoko: "Seriously?"
Utahime—still hugging Shoko—looks confused.
Utahime (worried, mumbling):
"Two days…?"
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Page 13 – Shocked Trio
Gojo, Geto, and Shoko all freeze.
All three:
"…"
Sweat dripping.
Eyes wide.
Not blinking.
Processing the fact that Utahime didn't notice she was gone for TWO DAYS.
Mei Mei is the only one smiling.
Indra keeps walking ahead like the most unbothered person in the world.
Page 14 – Walking Away From the Ruins
All six—Utahime, Mei Mei, Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Indra—walk away from the collapsed mansion.
Dust clouds rise behind them.
Gojo walks confidently, hands behind head.
Gojo (smirking):
"Hehe, Yaga-sensei won't be mad. I saved everyone!"
Geto and Shoko slowly turn toward him with blank stares.
They know exactly what Yaga is going to do to him.
Geto (deadpan):
"You're dead."
Shoko:
"He's going to bury you alive."
Gojo waves his hand dismissively, still confident.
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Camera moves to Indra
The "camera" pans to Indra's side profile, hair slightly covering his eyes.
His expression is unreadable.
A faint breeze.
FLASH—
A bright white transition as Indra's flashback begins.
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FLASHBACK ARC – HOW INDRA ŌTSUTSUKI ENTERED JJK WORLD
Page 15 – The Ancient Jungle
Moonlight leaks through towering trees of an ancient era.
A 14-year-old Indra Iori walks barefoot on the dirt path.
His arms are bruised from harsh training.
Sweat sliding down his temples.
In his eyes—
Two-tomoe Sharingan swirl gently, glowing red in the darkness.
Indra lifts his gaze toward the star-covered sky.
He pauses.
The wind stops.
The air tightens.
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Page 16 – The Celestial Phenomenon
The stars above bend.
Light twists unnaturally.
A spiraling wormhole forms, ripping space apart with a low hum.
Indra's hair whips around his face.
Indra (quiet, confused):
"…This chakra… is not from this world."
The ground cracks beneath him—
A gravitational pull yanks him upward.
He reaches out—
SWOOOOSH—
Indra disappears into the wormhole.
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Page 17 – Fall Into the Modern World
A massive crash echoes across a remote mountain near modern-day Jujutsu High.
Indra's unconscious body lies against shattered rocks.
Blood drips from the side of his head.
His aura leaks like wildfire—
Dense, divine, suffocating.
The surrounding wildlife flees.
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Page 18 – Tengen Reacts
Deep inside her barrier chamber, Tengen suddenly freezes.
A shockwave of pure cosmic energy hits her senses.
She stares at her own trembling hands.
Tengen (alarmed, whispering):
"This isn't the Six Eyes…
This energy is older…
brighter…
far beyond human form."
She feels the balance of her world tilt.
Tengen:
"This… boy.
I have never sensed such potential.
Not even from the Gojo Clan."
She doesn't know his name—
But she feels a power capable of rewriting fate itself.
Immediately, she sends an emergency message to the Higher-Ups.
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Page 19 – The Higher-Ups Panic
In a secret meeting room, several men aged 55–60, all stern and stiff, receive Tengen's alert.
Their faces turn pale.
Leader:
"If Tengen herself says the power is dangerous, we mobilize.
Immediately!"
They dispatch:
Grade 1 sorcerers (several)
Two special grades
Yaga Masamichi
Gakuganji Yoshinobu
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Page 20 – Discovery of the Boy
On the mountain, the group senses overwhelming pressure.
Rocks float.
Dust vibrates.
Gravity twists.
They find him—
A boy
14 years old,
unconscious,
clothes torn,
bleeding,
power leaking like a dying star.
Yaga crouches beside him.
Yaga (serious):
"He's still alive.
Barely."
Gakuganji squints suspiciously.
Gakuganji:
"A child with this energy?
Impossible."
They lift him carefully and carry him down the mountain.
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Page 21 – Jujutsu High Infirmary
Minutes later—
Indra lies in the infirmary bed.
His head bandaged.
Modern machinery hums quietly.
Indra's eyes slowly open—
Dark black irises, Sharingan deactivated.
He looks around in total confusion:
Ceiling lights.
Table fan turning slowly.
Metal shelves.
Glass windows.
Things he has never seen.
He sits up cautiously.
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Page 22 – Confrontation
The door opens.
Yaga enters with several Higher-Ups behind him.
Gakuganji included.
Indra immediately sharpens his mind.
He hides his bloodline.
Hides his Sharingan.
Hides EVERYTHING.
His expression becomes blank, innocent.
Higher-Up:
"Boy.
Where did you come from?"
Indra looks down, pretending to think deeply.
Indra (soft, calm, lying perfectly):
"I… don't know.
I only remember my name.
Indra."
He hides the word "Ōtsutsuki."
Hides his clan.
Hides his era.
Hides everything.
A new life begins.
Page 23 – Cut Back to Tengen
Deep inside her barrier chamber, Tengen stands absolutely still.
Her four eyes widen.
Sweat drips down her neck.
Her usually emotionless face is tight with fear.
Her tall, cylinder-like head tilts upward as she senses the world's shift.
The air around her vibrates.
Her breathing becomes heavy—almost panicked.
Tengen (voice trembling):
"This is wrong…
This pressure—
not cursed energy…
something beyond it."
She spreads her six-fingered hands outward and senses the flow of the world:
Nature feels heavier
Cursed spirits tremble even in distant forests
The stability of the barrier wavers
The balance between humans and curses cracks
Tengen (shaking):
"If this presence remains…
Nature itself will react… violently.
To restore balance…
it may trigger massive destruction."
She closes all four eyes at once, focusing.
Tengen:
"He… that boy…
He doesn't belong to this world.
But he's changing it."
A thunder-like ripple echoes through her chamber.
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Page 24 – Meanwhile, Jujutsu High…
Cut instantly to:
Indra sitting casually on a bed, eating food.
Chewing softly.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Completely unfazed by the fact he almost collapsed the balance of an entire universe.
A tray full of food:
Rice
Tempura
Soup
Fish
Sweet buns
He eats like it's the best meal of his life.
His expression serene.
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Page 25 – The Secret Discussion
In the same room, in the corner:
Three Higher-Ups, Yaga, Gakuganji, and four Grade 1 sorcerers whisper aggressively.
They're sweating more than Tengen.
Higher-Up #1 (whispering fast):
"We cannot let news of this child spread."
Higher-Up #2:
"Not even to the clans.
Not even to the Gojo family!"
Grade 1 Sorcerer:
"Sir, the power leaking from him…
What is he?"
Gakuganji rubs his forehead.
Gakuganji (stern):
"He is something we do not understand.
So we treat him as a child…
even if he is not one."
Another Higher-Up looks at Indra, who is happily chewing a sweet bun.
Higher-Up #3:
"We must keep him comfortable.
Not spoiled.
Give him what he wants, but never too much."
Higher-Up #1:
"Do NOT anger him."
All of them look at Yaga desperately.
Higher-Ups:
"Yaga, YOU take care of him!"
Yaga sighs deeply like he's carrying a mountain.
Yaga:
"…Very well."
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Page 26 – Choosing a Fake Name
They gather around the issue of naming.
Higher-Up #2:
"We cannot let him use a famous clan name.
If the public connects him to any lineage…
it will create chaos."
Higher-Up #1:
"A simple surname.
Something plain.
Something safe."
Everyone turns silent for a moment.
Gakuganji adjusts his glasses.
Gakuganji:
"Yu."
The room pauses.
Yaga:
"Yu… Indra Yu."
Higher-Ups nod.
Higher-Up #1:
"Perfect.
Unassuming.
Unthreatening."
Higher-Up #2:
"No one will suspect anything."
Indra swallows his last bite, looks at them coldly.
His dark eyes unreadable.
He knows exactly what they're doing.
But he doesn't care.
Indra (flat):
"…Indra Yu.
Fine." He says to himself
His voice is calm, and back to eating sweet bun.
Page 27 – The Higher-Ups' Panic Grows
Right after assigning Yaga to watch over Indra, the Higher-Ups slam the room door shut behind them.
Only the council and the Grade 1 sorcerers remain in a hidden hallway of Jujutsu High—torches flickering, air tense.
One elder wipes sweat from his forehead.
Higher-Up #1 (low voice):
"Everyone who witnessed the boy…
Everyone who saw that power…
must be handled."
The Grade 1 sorcerers stiffen.
Gakuganji folds his arms.
Gakuganji:
"They're loyal.
But even loyal sorcerers talk."
Higher-Up #2:
"We can't risk rumors.
If even one clan hears of this child—
the entire structure of the jujutsu world collapses."
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Page 28 – Securing Every Witness
The elders turn toward the Grade 1 sorcerers who brought Indra down from the mountains.
Their faces turn pale instantly.
Higher-Up #3:
"From now on, you do not leave Jujutsu High without permission.
No missions.
No outside contact.
No letters.
No communication stones."
One of the sorcerers takes a step back.
Grade 1 Sorcerer (quiet panic):
"W-We're being… detained?"
Gakuganji doesn't even blink.
Gakuganji:
"Secured.
For the sake of Japan."
Two elite guards appear behind them.
The sorcerers realize they have no choice.
Their heads lower.
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Page 29 – Orders to Investigate Indra's Origin
Another elder steps forward, fingers trembling slightly.
Higher-Up #1:
"We must know everything about him.
Every detail."
He points at the remaining free Grade 1 sorcerers.
Higher-Up #1:
"Search the mountains where he appeared."
"If he had a home—find it."
"If someone sent him—discover who."
"If there is a bounty on him—we are already dead."
Their faces tighten.
Higher-Up #4:
"If someone placed a price on that kind of power…
that means enemies beyond our imagination exist."
The hallway becomes silent.
Even the torch flames flicker lower.
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Page 30 – Continuous Surveillance
The elders regroup around a stone table.
Higher-Up #2:
"Assign watchers.
Three shifts.
All hours."
Higher-Up #1:
"Eyes on the boy at all times.
But from afar.
He must not feel watched."
Gakuganji speaks firmly:
Gakuganji:
"It's good for his security
..."
They all nod in agreement.
Fear, not respect.
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Page 31 – The Watchers' Burden
We cut to outside Indra's temporary room.
Through a small crack in the door, we see him:
Indra sits quietly on the bed, finishing the last piece of food.
He looks peaceful.
But the room is surrounded by:
Hidden marks
Concealed watchers
Soundless barrier seals
Whispered communication spells
Three surveillance sorcerers sit in the corridor, watching from a distance.
One wipes sweat from his chin.
Watcher #1:
"He's… just eating. Why does this feel so scary?"
Watcher #2:
"Because that boy lying on a bed feels more dangerous than any special grade I've ever seen."
Watcher #3:
"…And we're supposed to watch him every day?"
They shiver.
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Page 32 – Indra Knows
Indra slowly turns his head toward the closed door.
His expression doesn't change.
But his eyes darken for a moment.
He knows.
He can sense every watcher.
Every whisper.
Every trembling heartbeat.
Indra (quiet whisper to himself):
"…Pathetic."
He returns to eating calmly.
The watchers jump in their seats—
as if he heard them from across the room.
NARRATOR — ONE YEAR LATER
One year passed.
During that year, Yaga quietly became a father figure to Indra Yu.
Indra never knew warmth or affection before—yet Yaga gave it naturally.
Food. Shelter. Training. Quiet praise. A steady hand on the shoulder.
Because of that… Indra softened just a little.
Not much—never talkative, never warm—
but the razor-edge rage inside him dulled.
He adapted to the modern world shockingly fast.
Phones, trains, vending machines—
none of them confused him after the first month.
And at age 15, he finally joined Jujutsu High.
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SCENE — JUJUTSU HIGH, MORNING HALLWAY
15-year-old Indra Yu walks down the long hallway.
Shoulder bag hanging loosely.
Steps calm, silent, bored.
His dark hair tied messy behind.
Students whisper as he passes—
half fear, half admiration.
He stops.
In front of his classroom, five senior bullies have cornered a trembling first-year girl.
It's 14-year-old Utahime Iori.
New. Shy. Terrified. Holding her books like a shield.
The bullies sneer at her.
Before they can touch her—
Indra moves.
No words.
Just violence.
THUD!
His foot kicks the first senior.
The boy ragdolls backwards and skids across the wooden hall.
Utahime's breath catches—eyes wide.
Indra steps past her without looking back.
He lifts a hand toward her gently.
A calm, cold voice:
Indra: "Stand."
She hesitates, then places her shaking hand in his.
He pulls her up effortlessly.
Utahime: (bowing, nervous) "T-thank you…"
Indra: "It's okay."
No change in expression.
No emotion.
He picks up his bag and walks toward the classroom.
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THE BULLIES RECOVER — AND ATTACK
The five seniors, furious, scramble to their feet.
They rush him all at once.
Indra doesn't even sigh.
He simply clenches his fist.
BAM!
The first bully receives an uppercut under the chin and flips backward.
WHACK!
A spinning kick crushes the second bully's stomach—air leaves his lungs instantly.
CRACK!
The third bully gets punched straight in the face—nose breaking audibly.
SLAM!
Indra grabs the fourth bully by the back of the head and hammers him into the wooden wall.
The fifth bully freezes—
eyes shaking—
and runs for his life.
Utahime covers her mouth in shock.
This wasn't "fighting."
This was execution speed.
Students inside the classroom peek out, terrified and impressed.
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INSIDE THE CLASSROOM
Indra steps in.
Silence.
Girls whisper behind their hands, cheeks red, eyes sparkling.
Boys straighten, afraid.
Indra ignores everyone and walks to the back corner seat—
the only peaceful spot.
Utahime follows nervously.
The seat beside him is the only empty one.
Utahime: "…um… can I… sit here?"
Indra gives a tiny nod.
She quietly sits, hands trembling on her lap.
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THE QUEENS OF JUJUTSU HIGH ARRIVE
Mei Mei (16)
Yuki Tsukumo (16)
Famous. Feared. Admired.
The entire school knows them.
They walk straight toward Indra.
Mei Mei flips her silver hair.
Yuki grins curiously.
Mei Mei: "So you're the new boy who sent five seniors flying?"
Yuki: "Strong. Interesting. Hey, what's your name?"
Indra doesn't even blink.
He stands up, walks past them, sits down again—
ignoring their presence entirely.
Both girls stop.
Both stunned.
Nobody ever ignored them before.
Yuki whistles.
Mei Mei smirks, intrigued.
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CUT TO — ANOTHER REALM
Dark.
Silent.
Dead.
A vast landscape like the deepest level of hell.
Ten massive stone statues stand in a circle—
cracked, ancient, each hundreds of meters tall.
They tremble.
Their sealed eyes—
carved shut for a thousand years—
begin to split.
CRACK… CRACK…
Molten lava crawls from the fractures.
The statues breathe for the first time.
The ground shakes.
Something is awakening.
Something that feels Indra's presence.
Something the world sealed long before sorcerers existed.
SCENE — CLASSROOM, FEW MONTHS AFTER INDUCTION
The classroom is quiet except for the scratching of pencils.
On Utahime's desk lies a difficult worksheet—cursed energy formulas she still can't solve.
She glances timidly to her right.
Indra sits there, leaning back, pencil spinning around his fingers—effortlessly.
Cold eyes half-lidded.
Bored.
She gathers courage.
Utahime: "Um… I-I don't… understand this part."
Indra glances.
Just one second.
He takes her paper without a word, quickly writes three steps, circles the answer, and pushes it back.
Utahime blinks, stunned.
Utahime: "You're… such a sharp mind…"
Indra looks sideways.
A tiny, bratty smirk forms.
Just a faint curve of arrogance at the corner of his mouth.
Utahime's cheeks heat up instantly.
She clutches her pencil, smiling shyly.
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MONTHS PASS — A STRANGE TRIANGLE
Mei Mei and Yuki Tsukumo never leave him alone.
They stalk him during lunch.
They sit behind him in class.
They poke and tease him in the hall.
Indra talks to them—rarely.
Cold replies.
Short sentences.
They are entertained.
But most of the time…
Indra walks with Utahime.
He lets her sit beside him during breaks.
He lets her talk endlessly while he listens quietly.
He hands her water bottles without being asked.
He even waits for her after classes.
He doesn't say it out loud—
but he enjoys her company.
Utahime thinks she's imagining it.
She isn't.
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SCENE — DOJŌ MORNING (OPEN ROOF)
Sunlight pours through the open roof.
The dojo is crowded—
Grade 1 and Grade 2 sorcerers training without shirts, sweat gleaming on chests and backs.
In the corner, Utahime sits on a wooden chair, right leg in plaster, cast wrapped neatly.
She can walk—barely—but she sits because Yaga forced her to rest.
She watches Indra.
15-year-old Indra, shirtless, back sculpted, hair tied.
Training quietly.
Rhythmically.
Perfect posture.
Suddenly—
He stops.
The bratty student beside him laughs.
Student: "What? Got a cramp, boy?"
Indra looks at him.
Cold.
Empty.
Small pupils locked straight into the student's soul.
Indra: "It's a total waste of time here."
He tilts his head.
Indra: "…let's fight for real."
Utahime's eyes widen.
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AFTERMATH — MASSACRE
The dojo is destroyed.
Bodies everywhere—
students groaning, collapsed, limping, coughing blood.
Two teachers lie broken on the floor, twitching.
Sorcerers run out in panic.
Utahime sits frozen—
shocked, horrified, breath skipping.
At the center stands Indra.
Blood splattered on his cheek.
Sweat dripping.
Chest rising and falling with excitement.
A faint smirk—
a dangerous one—
spreads on his lips.
Narrator:
"Because of the massive power he carries, the higher-ups fear involving Indra in missions.
They worry special grade curses might target him, attempt to steal his ability, or provoke him.
Indra's cursed technique remains unrevealed, and the higher-ups wish to delay risk.
But Indra's hunger for fights… has no limit."
Utahime's heart clenches.
And then—
Utahime: "STOP, INDRA!!"
Her voice cracks.
Indra's foot is on the bratty student's chest—
crushing him slowly.
Indra freezes.
He looks back at Utahime—
wide-eyed.
Shock flickers.
His smirk fades.
Flashback hits him instantly—
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FLASHBACK 1 — TRAINING WITH UTahime (Months Ago)
Morning mist.
Forest clearing.
Indra and Utahime spar with wooden katanas, hitting the same tree trunk again and again.
Utahime stops.
She gasps when she sees Indra's hands—
swollen, red, almost bleeding.
Utahime: (angry, worried)
"Why don't you take care of yourself?! You're hurting your hands!"
She grabs his hands gently, wiping them with her white handkerchief.
Indra stares down.
He gulps—quietly.
Something heavy thuds against his chest.
No words.
Finally, he mutters:
Indra: "I'm… coming from the toilet. Give me a moment."
Utahime: smiles warmly "Okay."
Indra turns away fast—ears slightly red.
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FLASHBACK 2 — THE MOUNTAIN TOP
Indra runs across the cliff, arms spread wide like a child tasting freedom.
Wind crashing against him.
A rare smile—wide, genuine—stretches across his face.
He leaps.
Utahime stands at the mountain edge, smiling softly at him under the clear blue sky.
Indra remembers that moment always.
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BACK TO PRESENT
Indra looks away from her, trying to swallow embarrassment, arms crossing tightly.
He forces irritation on his face.
Indra: "…don't shout randomly."
Utahime tries to stand up from her chair—
but her broken leg wobbles.
Indra is beside her instantly.
His hand grabs her arm firmly, preventing her fall.
He lowers her back into the chair carefully.
Utahime looks up at him, breath shaky.
Utahime: "Indra don't hurt others...pls..."
Indra clicks his tongue and turns his face away.
But he stays close.
---
THE AIR CHANGES
Suddenly—
Multiple footsteps.
The dojo entrance fills with Grade 1 sorcerers.
And behind them—
two Special Grade sorcerers appear.
Their eyes are locked on Indra.
Their faces serious.
Something heavy is about to happen.
DOJŌ AFTERMATH CONTINUES
Dust hangs in the air.
Bodies groaning on the floor.
Utahime gripping her chair.
Indra standing calmly, blood on his cheek, chest rising with excitement.
Suddenly—
Mei Mei and Yuki Tsukumo rush in, sliding to a stop at the doorway.
Mei Mei's eyes widen slightly.
Yuki whistles low.
Yuki: "Woah… who died?"
Mei Mei: "They're alive. Unfortunately."
Both look at Indra like he's an expensive sword someone dropped on the floor.
---
THE SORCERERS CLOSE IN
Ten Grade 1 sorcerers step forward, forming a loose circle around Indra.
Weapons raised.
Cursed energy trembling.
Sorcerer #1: "INDRA YU! DO NOT MOVE!"
Sorcerer #2: "ANY FURTHER AGGRESSION WILL BE—"
Indra slowly lifts his arm…
Stick out his tongue.
Mocking.
Quiet.
Deadly playful.
The entire lineup freezes.
Then he points at one of the Grade 1s—the guy still bruised from the last beating Indra gave him.
The sorcerer twitches in humiliation.
Indra raises a brow, mocking all ten of them silently.
Ten sorcerers: (angry, embarrassed, flushing red)
---
THE SPECIAL GRADES ENTER
The crowd splits.
Two shadows stretch across the broken floor.
1. SHINY MAN
8 feet tall.
Muscles bulged unnaturally from years of steroids, surgeries, and forbidden clan drugs.
Two massive blades attached to a retractable cursed-energy chain—glowing like meteorites.
Cursed energy erupts from him like a volcano.
Emerald eyes glowing.
Bald head shining so bright the students step back.
He speaks calmly.
Shiny Man: "Young man… you should breathe. We're not here to hurt you."
Those words alone shake the walls.
2. THE DARK WHIPPER
6'3".
Black eyes dead and locked straight into Indra's.
Holding a custom metal bat fused with an axe blade.
His cursed technique:
"The more he gets hurt, the stronger he gets."
Hair slicked with gel.
Aura violent.
Addicted to fighting.
He's already grinning.
---
MEI MEI & YUKI'S COMMENTARY
Mei Mei leans toward Yuki, whispering, eyes narrowed.
Mei Mei: "Those two… took down entire Zen'in groups by themselves."
Yuki: "Even Gojo clan warriors. Brutal monsters."
Mei Mei: "And they sent both… for a 15-year-old boy? How interesting."
Yuki smirks.
Both keep watching—excited.
---
INDRA STEPS FORWARD
Barefoot.
Barehanded.
Only wearing long white martial arts pants.
Indra walks right up to them, not blinking.
Calm expression.
Then he—
sticks his tongue out AGAIN.
Pointing at both Special Grades.
Challenge.
Provocation.
Dark Whipper growls with excitement.
Shiny Man sighs deeply.
Shiny Man: "Look, boy… let us talk first."
Indra tilts his head, smirks faintly—
Indra: "Fight me. Now."
Before Shiny Man even opens his mouth—
Dark Whipper throws his weapon aside, metal clashing loudly against the dojo wall.
He cracks his neck, shadowboxing.
Dark Whipper: "YOU. Baldy. Don't interfere."
Shiny Man: "Dark Whipper—"
Dark Whipper: "Shut up."
He points at Indra, grinning with pure violence.
Dark Whipper: "Come on, little brat. Let's see your real bones."
Indra smirks back.
Both take their stances.
Wind between them seems to stop.
Mei Mei grins, folding her arms.
Yuki leans forward.
Utahime grips her seat, terrified.
Two monsters.
One dojo.
One heartbeat away from chaos.
FIGHT — INDRA VS DARK WHIPPER
The dojo shakes.
Dark Whipper steps forward, cracking his knuckles, black eyes bright with violence.
Indra lowers his stance—
Muscles tensing—
Breath silent—
And—
BOOM!!
Indra bursts forward at sound speed, the floor beneath him exploding with dust.
Dark Whipper's grin widens in pure excitement.
Dark Whipper: "YES—COME ON!"
He throws a punch so fast it whips the air—
CRACK!!!
It lands.
Directly on Indra's face.
A solid, humiliating, flesh-breaking impact.
Indra's head snaps sideways, hair whipping, blood spraying from his nose.
His eyes widen—not in pain—but in shock.
"How…
How did a punch land on me?"
His pride fractures harder than bone.
Dark Whipper laughs loudly—a brutal, roaring laugh.
Dark Whipper: "I've fought hundreds like you in the Gojo clan!! Don't act special!"
Indra's Sharingan flickers almost subconsciously—but he refuses to activate it.
Pride.
Stubbornness.
His own rules.
He launches into a series of fast, precise, devastating punches—
A BARRAGE—
But each hit only fuels Dark Whipper's technique.
The more he's hit—
The stronger he gets.
The harder his muscles tighten.
The darker his aura becomes.
Dark Whipper mocks him, even mid-punch.
Dark Whipper: "Hit harder! Or go home, brat!"
Then—
THUD!!
A monstrous punch slams into Indra's face again.
His nose breaks with a sharp crack.
Indra flies backward—
Skidding across the bloody wooden floor—
Eyes shaking
Chest heaving
Blood dripping.
His pride takes a blow far worse than the fist.
---
THE TRIGGER — DARK WHIPPER'S WORDS
Dark Whipper steps forward, lifting his fist again.
Voice low.
Eyes dead.
Dark Whipper: "You beat those five bullies earlier…
They were like brothers to me."
His aura spikes, violent and murderous.
He pulls his fist back—
Aimed straight for Indra's battered face.
---
UTAHIME STANDS BETWEEN THEM
Utahime limps forward, cast on her leg, trembling—but determined.
Before Dark Whipper's punch can land—
SHINY MAN'S enormous hand clamps around his wrist.
A shockwave hits the room.
Dark Whipper's eyes go wide.
He tries to pull his arm back…
Impossible.
He can't even budge.
Shiny Man (calm, deep voice):
"That is enough."
Dark Whipper snarls but the grip tightens—warning him.
---
UTAHIME REACHES INDRA
Utahime wobbling on weak legs—
Drops down beside Indra.
Her hands shake as she tries to lift him.
Utahime: "Indra—get up… please…"
Indra isn't unconscious—
But he's stunned, furious, humiliated beyond words.
Blood drips from his broken nose.
He looks away sharply—
Jaw tight—
Trying to hide the shame.
---
MEI MEI & YUKI REACTIONS
Standing near the doorway, calm as ever:
Yuki: "Well… that went exactly how I expected."
Mei Mei: "Mm. Those two special grades are leagues above him. No need to be surprised."
Both watching Utahime help Indra with mild amusement.
---
INDRA IS DRAGGED AWAY
Before Utahime can help him stand—
Ten Grade 1 sorcerers grab Indra roughly
Yanking him away like a dangerous prisoner.
Indra: "Leave me."
He tries to pull free—
But his body is exhausted, bleeding, shaking.
They drag him across the courtyard—
While medics rush in to carry away the broken students and teachers Indra beat earlier.
Utahime tries to limp after him—
But Mei Mei and Yuki catch her shoulders gently.
Yuki: "Easy. You almost fell."
Mei Mei: "Let them handle him."
Utahime trembles, eyes filled with worry.
---
PATH TO THE HIGHER-UPS — SOMETHING AWAKENS
Indra is dragged through a stone walkway lined with flowers and trees—
A peaceful place that doesn't match the violent aura rising around him.
Two sorcerers holding him nearly trip—
Because they feel it.
Indra's cursed energy begins to surge.
A deep, heavy PURPLE aura
Completely different from normal blue CE.
Something ancient.
Something wrong.
Something that does not belong to this world.
The air vibrates.
Leaves shake.
Even the ground seems to hum.
Indra clenches his fists.
Indra (quiet, shaking with rage): "I said—leave me."
They don't listen.
He forces his eyes open—
But keeps his Sharingan suppressed on pure pride alone.
His aura grows darker.
Heavier.
Almost unbreathable.
The sorcerers panic—
But shove him forward anyway.
---
THE DOOR TO THE HIGHER-UPS
A massive, thick, sacred wooden door stands before him.
Indra jerks free—
Swings it open alone—
BOOM!!
Inside:
A room burning with candlelight.
Higher-ups hidden behind paper doors.
Silhouettes only.
As Indra steps in—
Every candle flame turns BLUE.
The wax melts instantly, dripping fast like water.
The air becomes scorching.
Their voices tremble behind the screens.
Something is happening to Indra's cursed energy—
Something unnatural
Dangerous
Not from this era
Not from this world.
And the higher-ups feel it.
They grip their robes tightly
Sweating
Terrified.
Because for the first time—
The entire room bends slightly toward Indra's presence.
MONTHS AFTER THE DARK WHIPPER INCIDENT
The higher-ups never recovered their confidence around Indra.
They refused to scold him.
They refused to reprimand him.
They barely breathed when he walked by.
Even the act of speaking near him felt like they were poking a sleeping dragon.
So when Indra said:
> "If you want missions done, send me.
I won't beat your people… unless they touch me first."
They agreed instantly.
Not because they believed him.
But because they were scared saying no might make him change his mind.
---
INDRA'S NEW HUMILIATION — THE BOY FROM CHINA
A new student arrived from China.
A special-grade.
Calm.
Collected.
Rumored to have fought ancient Asian spirits alone.
Indra didn't care.
Until the boy defeated him.
In a clean fight.
No tricks.
No weapons.
No cursed technique spam.
Just raw precision.
The entire school shook.
The halls whispered.
The rumor spread in seconds:
> "Indra lost."
"Indra?! Lost??"
"That Chinese guy is insane—he threw Indra like a ragdoll."
Indra walked around unfazed.
More irritated by people whispering than the defeat itself—
but what actually hit him was the moment he saw Utahime.
Her classmates giggling.
Her seniors teasing her:
> "Your wild animal friend lost today."
"Maybe put a leash on him before he goes berserk."
Utahime's smile held, but her eyes stung.
Indra watched.
Silent.
Jaw locked.
A strange heaviness in his chest—
anger not for himself… but for her.
---
ONE YEAR PASSES — THE CHINESE BOY DISAPPEARS
That Chinese special grade accepted a mission overseas.
Never returned.
The higher-ups declared him missing.
Most students forgot him.
Indra didn't.
To him, that boy was:
A rival.
A standard.
A reminder that strength was endless.
Indra declared privately:
> "I'll surpass him without chakra.
Without Sharingan.
Without cursed energy.
Only raw power."
And from that day…
He trained alone every night.
---
INDRA'S NEW EVOLUTION — HIS BODY TRANSFORMS
Within the year, Indra's physique transformed far beyond any sorcerer's.
Indra at 17–18 becomes monstrous:
Height grows to 5'11 ft
Shoulders broaden like a sculpture
A thick, powerful V-taper
Eight-pack carved like stone
Back muscles shaped like sweeping wings
Veins visible across forearms
Chest hardened like armor
Legs built with explosive power from constant sprints and jumps
He looked like a Greek god carved from obsidian.
In missions, students stared.
Even teachers muttered:
> "He's not normal…"
"That isn't sorcerer training. That's … evolution."
---
INDRA'S MARTIAL ARTS JOURNEY — THE BIRTH OF A STYLE
Indra realized something.
Martial arts were either:
too stiff
too predictable
too focused on stances
too limited for his speed and strength
He wanted something fluid like water
but hard like diamond.
Something that didn't waste motion.
Something that turned defense into attack instantly.
Something that used his absurd physicality.
So every midnight:
He trained alone on the school rooftop:
Shirtless, breathing clouds of vapor into the cold night
Winding, twisting, pivoting his body like a living whip
Testing how much momentum he could generate from one step
Slamming fists into reinforced blocks, cracking them
Practicing kicks that bent metal bars
Using his speed to stop his punches a millimeter from walls
Focusing on flow, rhythm, recoil, torque
But something was missing.
The fluidity.
The precision.
The effortless grace he imagined.
He wanted:
Zero wasted motion
Attacks that chained seamlessly
Defense that required no strength
Movements like a blade hidden in water
And every night ended the same:
Indra breathing hard, fists bleeding, staring at his hands.
> "Not enough.
My body is ready.
My technique isn't."
He was close.
But not there yet.
---
INDRA & UTAHIME — UNSEEN MOMENTS IN BETWEEN
While the school feared him, while rumors spread, while missions piled up…
Utahime stayed.
Always observing him from behind.
Always the first to help him bandage his knuckles.
Always worrying silently when he came back late from missions.
Students teased her:
> "Your wild animal is at it again."
"He probably scared off another curse."
"How do you even talk to him?"
Her cheeks reddened but she defended him:
> "He's not an animal.
He's… trying."
She didn't know Indra heard that.
But he did.
INDRA ON A CLIFF, ALONE
Rain fell.
The cliff outside Tokyo roared with wind.
Indra stood alone, shirtless, drenched, breathing like a beast awakening.
He moved again—
a slow stance…
a twist…
a step…
a punch that cracked the stone under his feet.
Still not smooth enough.
Still not perfect.
But closer.
Much closer.
He would create a martial art worthy of him
"THE DAY GOJO ARRIVES — AND INDRa BREAKS"
Time Setting:
Indra Yu — 18 years old
Utahime Iori — 17 years old
Mei Mei — 19 years old
Yuki Tsukumo — 19 years old
Gojo Satoru — 13 years old (newly trained, arriving at Jujutsu High)
---
JUJUTSU HIGH DECORATED — THE BLUE-EYED PRODIGY ARRIVES
Morning sun.
Banners hanging.
Students running around.
Teachers decorating the main entrance.
All for one reason:
Gojo Satoru.
Age 13.
The Six Eyes miracle child.
The Limitless prodigy.
Everyone is talking about him.
Except one person.
Indra.
He stands in the hallway wearing his usual outfit:
Black clinging martial vest
Black loose martial-arts pants
Hair messy, eyes half-hidden
Muscles defined like carved obsidian
Unbothered.
Uninterested.
But something else bothers him.
---
THE TRIGGER — YAGA & UTAHIME PRAISING GOJO
Indra listens from afar.
Yaga talking proudly:
> "Gojo is special. His potential is… limitless."
Utahime whispering to her seniors:
> "He's famous already… I heard his Six Eyes never miss anything…"
Mei Mei smiling:
> "This kid might change the entire jujutsu era."
Yuki laughing lightly:
> "He'll be interesting."
Indra hears all of it.
But what actually hurts him is who is saying it.
Yaga.
His father figure.
Someone Indra wanted to impress…
…and Utahime.
Someone Indra quietly admired since they trained together.
The memories echo like poison:
Hagoromo praising Asura.
Choosing Asura.
Loving Asura.
Ignoring Indra.
Now he sees Yaga in the same light:
> Only cares about the "special" one… the chosen one… the weaker one needing support.
And Utahime's admiration for Gojo feels like:
> She must like guys with fame… or eyes… or popularity.
Pain turns to heat.
Heat turns to anger.
Anger turns into the familiar Indra Ōtsutsuki rage.
---
EVERYONE GATHERING — INDRA WATCHES FROM ABOVE
At noon, nearly the entire school gathers at the front gate, waiting to welcome Gojo.
Indra stands in the hall, leaning against the window frame.
Watching.
Silent.
Eyes darkening.
The cheers irritate him.
The praise irritates him.
The decorations irritate him.
The idea of "the chosen prodigy" irritates him.
Finally, he steps onto the window ledge—
—and jumps down.
Students glance:
> "Oh, that's normal. Sorcerers jump like that."
Nobody surprised.
---
INDRA WALKS OUT — FURY SIMMERING
Indra lands lightly, hands in pockets, expression blank but burning inside.
He walks toward the gate.
Yaga sees him.
> Yaga: "INDRA! STOP!"
Indra doesn't stop.
He doesn't look back.
Not even a flicker.
What they see on his back isn't teenage rebellion.
It's pure hate.
---
THE AMERICAN SPECIAL GRADE APPEARS
Gakuganji steps forward.
Beside him—a newcomer.
A tall 18-year-old American special-grade sorcerer, sent to "control" Indra if needed.
His power:
Energy Orb Manifestation — creating spherical red energy with blue lightning cracks.
He leaps high—
—lands in front of Indra.
Points a finger like a gun at Indra's forehead.
A red orb glows.
Blue lightning crackles.
The air vibrates.
He threatens:
> "Move another step and I'll—"
Flick.
Indra flicks his finger.
Just a tiny motion.
CRACK—WHOOSH—BOOM!
The American sorcerer flies backward like a missile.
Skids across the ground.
Slams into the wall.
Falls unconscious.
The crowd gasps.
Utahime screams:
> "INDRA, STOP!!!"
Indra stops walking.
Head still down.
Eyes hidden under his bangs.
Shoulders rising and falling with angry breath.
He turns his head slowly.
And roars:
"YOU ALL ARE WEAK!"
His voice shakes the entire front gate area.
**"YOU ARE ALL WASTE!
NOTHING!"**
Silence.
Frozen fear.
He breathes in deeply, and his tone drops—
—cold
—calm
—cruel
"Now watch the massacre."
He steps forward—
cruelly stepping on the fallen American sorcerer's chest.
And for good measure—
he kicks him in the waist, launching him back through the school doors.
Gasps.
Utahime covers her mouth.
Mei Mei grins.
Yuki just sighs.
Indra walks out the gate—
—and disappears.
---
HOURS LATER — GOJO ARRIVES
A black car surrounded by multiple security cars stops at the entrance.
The doors open.
Out steps—
A small boy.
White hair.
Six Eyes shimmering.
He adjusts his sunglasses and grins.
> "Hi! I'm Gojo Satoru!"
Students cheer.
Teachers clap.
Everyone celebrates.
Except one person.
Utahime.
She isn't looking at Gojo.
She's staring at the gate Indra walked through.
Wondering…
Is he jealous?
Is he hurt?
Or is it something far, far deeper?