It's been 69 years since the terrorist attack on Japan and the reveal of Jujutsu. The unfortunate incident caused 6,746 casualties, becoming the largest and first Jujutsu terrorist attack Japan has faced. 'The Culling Games,' as it was called, represented a new era. An era where superpowers were no longer mere fiction.
The broadcast drew the attention of passersby walking through Tokyo. Although this was not the most tragic event in Japan's history, it was the one that brought Jujutsu into the public eye and revealed that the world contained individuals capable of destroying entire countries on their own.
So while the number of casualties wasn't the highest Japan has faced, it was the most impactful event in its recent publicly known history. There have been past Jujutsu incidents, such as the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, in the Heian era, but his tales were passed down only within the Jujutsu society.
While the Shibuya incident never happened in this timeline, the mass death and destruction of the Culling Games made it impossible for Jujutsu society to hide the existence of Jujutsu any longer.
Despite the conclusion of the Culling Games, widespread panic occurred since the general public's power position flipped on its head.
Even the strongest military forces on the planet couldn't take down some of the stronger sorcerers, let alone those who stood at the peak of sorcery.
The Heisei era became the most dangerous era since the Heian era. Two sorcerers with unimaginable power rose and became unstoppable forces. Ruling the planet or killing all life was a matter of their whim.
Although the Reiwa era retained remnants of the Hesei era, with many sorcerers dying, the level of sorcery from the new Golden Age rapidly declined.
Certain circumstances made it so curses have also been born weaker—weaker enemies, weaker sorcerers. Without Kenjaku, Uraume, Ryomen Sukuna, and other Heisei sorcerers, the balance has been returned to a 'mostly' stable state.
Since the Heisei era, no new special-grade sorcerers have emerged. Additionally, old traditions have resurfaced. Centuries of Jujutsu politics and tradition wouldn't simply disappear with a single era.
Without the Heisei-era sorcerers, the strict policy of old would naturally return, just with slight modifications to fit the current era.
"Jujutsu," a young boy mumbled while glancing to his left at the broadcast. "Sigh, can't leave it even if I'm out to clear my head." The boy stuck his hands in his pockets and kept walking. 'Although given the day, it makes sense. I forgot today was the 69th year since the Culling Games incident.'
The broadcast continued. Furthermore, all practicing Jujutsu sorcerers will now need to be licensed under the New Jujutsu Age bill. Any attempt to use Jujutsu in public without being licensed is grounds for someone to be labeled a curse user.
Naoto Zenin, a 17-year-old boy who stands 6 feet tall, has a medium build, shaggy brown hair, and naturally tired eyes, is lost in thought. 'Now they're announcing new laws that forbid sorcerers from practicing Jujutsu unless they get a license. What a joke.' The sheer absurdity of such a bill seemed laughable.
After all, would anyone attempt to arrest Ryomen Sukuna if he didn't have a license? In the past, immediate execution would be given, but since the treaty, the police and government have been involved in prosecuting Jujutsu sorcerers. Execution still exists, but the power dynamic has changed.
Anyone with half a brain could tell that it was politicians and the higher-ups working together to gain more control over who can and can't practice Jujutsu.
The problem is that nearly all Jujutsu sorcerers can't oppose the higher-ups with the deaths of previous special-grade and high-grade-one sorcerers. None of the new era sorcerers can do anything about it.
He huffs a laugh. "A bill that prevents Jujutsu…What's next, Aliens?"
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On a large rectangular spaceship hovering above Earth, a group of Simurians was discussing matters at a table. "They are executing our sacred beasts! Don't pretend like our people aren't suffering being near these humans!" One of the Simurian warriors yelled as tears rolled from his third eye.
The other Simurians had similar thoughts, but the leader spoke. "Calm yourself, Osuki. If we hastily start a war with the humans, we will suffer far more than tears and temporary pain." Having said those words, the others noticed that tears rolled from his extra eye, as well. "After all, we would be like the Deskunte."
The Simurian Osuki clenched his fists and scowled, but kept his mouth shut. Another Simurian behind the leader spoke up with malice. "Marulu has fallen unconscious. I worry that not taking action will kill him."
Unlike his usual demeanor, the leader clenched his hands with a distressed look on his face. "We can't start another war…" He said softly. "But…"
Little did the Earth know that the Simurians were being pushed to their breaking point.
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Usami, the interim minister of foreign affairs, covered his mouth with his hands crossed. "Refugees wouldn't be a problem, but Aliens?" He took a deep breath. "Not only that, but they can use unknown Jujutsu."
His subordinate Mino nervously replied. "Fifty thousand Jujututsu sorcerers. If we go to war…" Usami cut him off. "No, we mustn't go to war, no matter the cost. On the other hand, if they're hostile, then what can we do?"
Mino looked down at his coffee. "Have you tried to contact Master Itadori? If it's him, then he might be able to talk to the Simurians. He is a sorcerer from the Heisei era, the one who controls the barriers around Japan, and is practically the face of Jujutsu."
Usami looked up at the ceiling. "He might be in the Tombs of the Star, but he has made it clear that he won't get involved in politics." He rubbed his forehead. "The Tombs have been cut off for years. No matter which door you pick, Master Itadori has cut off contact with the outside. The only person who can realistically contact him is Master Choso, and he also resides in the Tombs."
"Can we rely on him if they are hostile?" Mino said softly. "If they attack, we can't defend against fifty thousand Jujutsu sorcerers."
Usami leaned forward. "You want him to keep up Japan's barriers, fight fifty thousand people who likely have special-grade level combatants, and protect Japan at the same time?" Silence permeated the room. "No, diplomatic relations are the only chance we have to save Japan and the world. Ever since the Kyoto Paranormal Resolution, we've had jurisdiction over all paranormal events, including the Simurians."
Mino sighed as he calmed his nerves and put his coffee cup back on the table. "Sigh, what can we do then?" The room became silent once more.
After contemplating for what felt like hours, Usami spoke. "This is a threat that surpasses the Culling Game incident. If that's the case, we'll need to find…"
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A man who appeared to be a young adult sat on the edge of a building, looking down at the bustling crowds around the broadcast board.
He rubbed the back of his head. "Old geezers still haven't changed. No matter how many you kill, they keep coming back. Damn cockroaches. If they think this whole license thing won't start a civil war, then they are even stupider than I thought."
Just then, a ding was heard on the man's wrist. Technology has evolved drastically in the 69 years since the Culling Games, making the phones of the time look prehistoric.
It was a bracelet that displayed many words—a report.
Very few people had his contact information, so receiving a message was truly rare and likely important. It turns out his instinct was spot-on.
His eyes slowly widened as he read the report, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face. It was more absurd than a license bill.
It was a very simple report covering recent events regarding Simuria and the Simurians. When he saw the last line and the sender, he couldn't help but smirk.
From: Wuji Himadori
[Yo, this is Yuji. We got some aliens hovering above Earth. We might need your help if they decide to attack, so get off your ass. 👌]
The man had the sender saved in his contacts as "Wuji Himadori," which left Yuji utterly confused, but it was on-brand, given who the man was. With a tap of the bracelet, the report closed.
He stepped back from the edge of the building and stood up, stretching his arms and running his hand through his black hair. "You really ran out of ideas. Seriously Gregory? Aliens!?"
The man looked up at the sky and saw a massive rectangular spaceship. He had naturally assumed the spaceship was unnatural and problematic, but the message from Yuji confirmed it was from aliens.
He whispered under his breath. "Yuji can handle these guys, so what about the other ones?" His eyes turned from the spaceship to the sky, his voice turning solemn. "Looks like I'll be busy for a while. Let's see if I'll need to 'pull out some weeds'."
The man vanished from his spot, as if he was never even there.