Upon receiving the devastating news of his mother's death four years ago...
In that instant, a desire arose in Mirai. A desire to escape everything. A desire to destroy everything.
The Mangekyō Sharingan answered that desire.
It granted him Kamui Intangibility—a defensive technique that allows him to ignore all attacks by shifting his body into another dimension. And it granted him a spatial distortion capability that could annihilate anything he looked at.
That was why Ogi's sword, wrapped in Cursed Energy, had passed harmlessly through him.
That was why Zenin Noburo, the Kukuru Captain, had been obliterated instantly.
It was similar to Obito Uchiha's technique from Naruto, but with a crucial difference: in this world, the eyes were fueled not by chakra, but by Cursed Energy.
Mirai didn't have to worry about the blindness that usually plagued Uchiha users. The Cursed Energy of this world was potent and abundant.
But where did Mirai get his Cursed Energy? He was born with a Heavenly Restriction—he should have had none.
The answer lay in the Kamui Dimension.
When he awakened his eyes, he realized two items had transmigrated with him, hidden inside his personal dimension.
The Gedo Mazo (Demonic Statue of the Outer Path): Under the rules of this world, the statue had transformed into a Special Grade Cursed Spirit of unfathomable power. It acted as a battery, absorbing atmospheric Cursed Energy constantly.
The Gunbai Uchiha (Uchiha Fan): A Special Grade Cursed Tool capable of reflecting attacks.
For years, these items sat in his dimension, unconsciously absorbing the negative energy of the Zenin estate. Now that Mirai had awakened, he could siphon that endless reserve of power for himself.
Because his Cursed Energy reserves were now overflowing thanks to the Statue, the Zenin Clan's hereditary technique—the Ten Shadows—had naturally awakened within him.
Mirai lay on the wooden corridor of his cabin, staring up at the dim starry sky.
"The Gedo Mazo..." he murmured, recalling the massive wooden titan he had summoned earlier. "I'm quite satisfied with it."
Even in its initial stage, its presence far surpassed any normal Special Grade.
He had awakened his eyes at six. He spent four years mastering the Ten Shadows in secret, taming nine of the shikigami in the dark.
But it was only last night that he fully synchronized with the Gedo Mazo. And with that power secured, he had finally decided to start his "greetings."
Originally, I planned to join Jujutsu High, Mirai thought, closing his eyes. I thought I'd rely on the protagonist group. survive until the end.
But after living in this hellhole for ten years... I realized something.
Relying on others is foolish.
Even Gojo Satoru—the 'Honored One'—ended up cut in half.
Why should I wait for him? Why can't I be the Strongest?
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The next day. Early morning.
A nervous servant stood at the edge of the corridor, looking at the boy sleeping on the floor.
He swallowed hard. "My lord... My lord?"
"Lord Mirai, please wake up! The Clan Head and the elders are waiting for you in the conference room."
Mirai opened one eye. He glanced at the trembling servant and uttered a single word.
"Wait."
He stood up, stretched, and slowly walked back into his room to wash and change.
Ten minutes later.
Mirai walked through the long corridors of the main house.
The ruins from last night had already been cleared. The bodies buried under the rubble were gone. Even the stench of blood had been purified by the clan's sorcerers. It was as if the massacre had never happened.
But the fear remained.
Whether they were servants or sorcerers, everyone bowed low as Mirai passed. They didn't dare look him in the eye.
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The Main Conference Room.
The room was large, but only two "Elders" were present. There should have been three, but Ogi had resigned from his position permanently last night.
Zenin Naobito, the Clan Head, leaned against the table, chugging sake from a gourd.
Beside him stood a burly man with a full beard and messy, hedgehog-like hair. A hideous cross-shaped scar marred his forehead, making him look wild and dangerous.
Zenin Jinichi.
He controlled the Zenin family's external businesses and intelligence. He was a Special Grade 1 Sorcerer—one of the strongest in the clan.
Naobito looked at Mirai as he entered. He seemed dazed.
Compared to the blood-soaked god of death from last night, the boy standing there now—dressed in a clean white kimono with a handsome, calm face—looked completely harmless.
Jinichi, however, was skeptical.
He had been away on business last night. He hadn't seen the massacre. Even after Naobito explained it, Jinichi found it hard to believe that this ten-year-old brat had killed Ogi.
Let's test him, Jinichi thought.
As Mirai walked closer, Jinichi flared his Cursed Energy.
BOOM.
An invisible pressure, unique to a Grade 1 Sorcerer, slammed down on the boy.
Mirai paused.
A cold smile played on his lips.
It seems the demonstration last night wasn't enough.
His black pupils instantly bled into crimson. The three blades of the Mangekyō began to spin.
"Jinichi!!"
Naobito sensed the shift in the air instantly. The Cursed Energy radiating from Mirai wasn't just strong—it was cataclysmic.
This kid is going to kill him!
Naobito moved. Using his Projection Sorcery, he blurred into motion. In a fraction of a second, he grabbed Jinichi by the waist and tackled him out of the room!
CRASH!
Jinichi barely registered the sonic boom in his ear before he was flying through the air. He hit the courtyard ground hard, wood splinters raining down around him.
"Do you want to die?!" Naobito roared, standing over him.
Jinichi sat up, dazed. "What...?"
"Mirai!" Naobito shouted, turning back to the destroyed conference room. "Forgive this ignorant fool! He was away last night! He didn't know!"
Mirai stood in the broken doorway. He looked down at Jinichi.
Even though Mirai was a child, barely 1.5 meters tall, he seemed to tower over the burly man on the ground.
Jinichi looked into those blood-red eyes and felt a chill freeze his marrow.
That... that wasn't normal killing intent.
Mirai stared at him for a moment longer, then turned his gaze to Naobito.
"Old man," Mirai said calmly. "I'm giving you face this one time. Next time a fool tries to test me, I won't hold back."
The cleanup last night caused enough damage, Mirai thought. If I kill the external manager, the Clan's money flow might stop. I need resources.
"Understood," Naobito nodded, a bitter taste in his mouth.
Being the Clan Head had never felt so humiliating.
"The high-ranking members are here," Naobito said, trying to regain some dignity. "So, what was the announcement you wanted to make?"
Mirai looked at him.
"You should step down."
Jinichi, who was halfway to his feet, froze. He looked at the ten-year-old boy in disbelief.
Mirai didn't blink.
"It's more appropriate for me to take the position of Clan Head."
Naobito's lips twitched. He was speechless.
Good lord. You're even more direct than your deadbeat father.
Naobito looked into those earnest, spinning red eyes. He had a strong premonition...
If he said no, he would die.
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