Aidan's journey over the years had been nothing short of legendary. He had mastered not only the Five techniques but also the Reverse Curse Technique—an ability so rare and powerful that it was whispered about in hushed tones even among the most ancient of sorcerers.
The years had carved Aidan's face with a calm confidence, his eyes holding a depth of knowledge beyond his years. His mastery over the Five Techniques—Idol Transformation, Star Rage, shine, cursed spirit manipulation and Ten Shadows—had reached a level where the techniques seemed like extensions of his very being.
But it was Reverse Cursed Technique that truly set him apart.
Thanks to his half-human, half-curse Spirit, he has superhuman strength, combined with his heavenly restriction, elevating his already strong body to new levels.
The combination was unprecedented. His half-human, half-curse physiology already granted him superhuman strength and durability, but when fused with the Heavenly Restriction—which exchanged cursed energy for physical absolute—the result was terrifying.
He possessed a immense amount of cursed energy in his body due to being half curse, respect that is heaven restriction and techniques functioned flawlessly. His physical stats dwarfed even Toji Fushiguro's.
His speed was blinding, his strength could level cities, and his endurance was virtually limitless. The Heavenly Restriction had removed all weaknesses and limitations from his body, making him a perfect vessel for his incredible cursed energy.
Aidan could lift skyscrapers with ease and punch through concrete barriers without breaking a sweat. His reflexes were so sharp that bullets appeared to move in slow motion around him. And when he channeled Reverse Curse Technique through his hands, he could heal wounds within seconds—burns, broken bones, even life-threatening injuries.
The Jujutsu world still didn't know about him.
The air was thick with tension as Aidan and his family approached the Zenin estate. The Zenin clan was one of the most powerful and influential families in the Jujutsu world, known for their ruthlessness and ambition.
As they crossed the threshold into the Zenin territory, an eerie silence fell over them. The grand mansion stood imposing before them, its Gothic architecture casting ominous shadows. Suddenly, a dozen Zenin clan members emerged, their cursed energy signatures palpable in the air.
The leader of the Zenin clan, a cold and calculating man with piercing red eyes, stepped forward. "You'd dare set foot on Zenin land?" he sneered. "You're nothing but a curse-breeding whore and her bastard offspring." He gestured to Aidan's mother contemptuously.
A low growl rumbled in Aidan's chest, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. The Heavenly Restriction activated instinctively, his body tensing with barely contained power. He took a step forward, his voice deadly calm.
"Call her that again," Aidan said, his voice like ice cracking under pressure. "I dare you."
The Zenin leader laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Or what? You'll break your precious little fingers trying to fight us? You're nothing but a half-breed abomination. Your existence is an insult to all sorcerers."
In an instant, Aidan's form was enveloped by a writhing mass of shadow tendrils as he activated the Ten Shadows technique. The air around him distorted, and with a roar that echoed through the courtyard, the massive form of Mahoraga, the serpent deity, materialized before him.
"This is what will happen."
The Zenin clan members froze. The leader's cocky expression shattered into pure terror. Mahoraga was a myth. A legend. A monster that no sorcerer should ever be able to control. The Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General was a force of nature.
"Impossible..." the leader stammered, his legs turning to water.
"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet." Aidan raised a hand, and reality seemed to slice apart. A massive, invisible grid of slashes—Dismantle—expanded outward with terrifying speed. It cut through stone, steel, and barriers as if they were paper. In a single, terrifying pass, the front line of Zenin elite sorcerers was simply erased. Flesh, armor, and stone disintegrated into dust.
The survivors scrambled back in absolute panic, barely escaping the lethal grid of slashes. The leader of the Zenin clan hit the ground rolling, his expensive ceremonial robes shredded and his face pale with sweat. He looked up to see Mahoraga towering over them, its massive wheel spinning violently as it adapted to the environment, and Aidan standing amidst the devastation like a god of war.
"thank very carefully about what you say next." He said flash, stepping to appear behind him
The leader's blood ran cold as he felt Aidan's breath on his neck. The sudden movement—the speed—was impossibly fast, faster than any sorcerer he'd ever encountered. Even Toji Fushiguro couldn't move like this.
Mahoraga loomed over the remaining Zenin members, who stood paralyzed with fear, too terrified to even scream.
"I-I apologize,"
"Not to me to them." He said, pointing to his parents.
The Zenin leader's eyes bulged. Apologizing to the curse-born traitors who had so gravely insulted his clan? It was unthinkable. But one look at Mahoraga—the wheel turning, the sword drawn, the absolute power radiating from the child in front of him—and all reason vanished.
"F-forgive us!" he choked out, his voice cracking. "We did not know you were—we would never deliberately—"
The leader of the Zenin clan fell to his knees, his hands raised in surrender. Around him, his elite sorcerers followed, some crying out in shame, others too paralyzed by Mahoraga's sheer presence. The mighty Zenin clan, one of the most powerful families in the jujutsu world, was humbled completely by a single boy.
"So Mom, dad do you accept?"
His parents exchanged a look of pure, overwhelming love. His mother wiped her eyes, her heart swelling with pride, while his father—the former curse restored to humanity—rested a hand on Aidan's shoulder.
"We absolutely accept," his mother said softly.
The Zenin leader and the remaining elders bowed their heads immediately. "We apologize deeply. We will never disrespect your family again."
"if you really are, sorry you won't mind giving my mother her place in the clan back, but this time elevated to a higher standing."
The Zenin leader went stiff. The elders behind him exchanged nervous glances. Returning an outcast to the clan was unprecedented, but returning her with *elevated standing*—higher than almost any woman had ever held in the Zenin clan's patriarchal hierarchy—was an outrage.
"Higher standing?" the leader stammered. "Preposterous! A woman of your... lineage...?"
"Do you want me to tell mahoraga to kill you all?"
The color drained completely from the Zenin leader's face. Mahoraga's wheel spun, the divine general's eye-like face staring coldly at the clan members. The air grew heavy with killing intent.
"N-no!" the leader stammered. "That will be... that will be done. We'll recognize her standing."
"Good and that goes for my father and myself as well."
The Zenin leader's face contorted in frustration and humiliation. Granting high standing to a woman was one thing, but to a former curse and his half-breed son? It was an insult to the entire clan's proud history. But one look at Mahoraga, and any protest died in his throat.
"Good and just so you know in terms of power, I'm a special grade."
The entire courtyard went dead silent. Even Mahoraga seemed to pause. Special grade—the highest classification in the jujutsu world. There were only a handful in existence. Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru... and now this half-curse boy.
The Zenin leader's jaw practically hit the ground.
The leader swallowed hard, his pride swallowed by terror.
"W-we were unaware. Forgive us. The Zenin clan will... accommodate your family. Your mother will be recognized. And your... status will be respected." He averted his eyes, unable to bear the gaze of the boy who held Mahoraga.
Meanwhile, Aidan's mother looked at her husband, both tears in her eyes. They were going to be accepted. Finally.