The next morning, Aidan's family received official correspondence from the Zenin clan. His mother, formerly an outcast, was granted a seat on the clan council with unprecedented authority—a move that shocked the Zenin elders to their cores. His father was given the status of an honored guest with full clan protections.
Aidan himself was acknowledged as a special grade sorcerer of the Zenin clan.
The Zenin clan's mansion was abuzz with whispers. Aidan's family was treated with the utmost respect, their every need catered to. Aidan's mother sat on the council, her voice carrying weight that made even the most senior elders pause. His father was given a private suite and treated like royalty.
Meanwhile, at Jujutsu High, news of the Zenin clan's sudden change in attitude and the presence of a new special grade sorcerer began to spread like wildfire. The higher-ups were watching, their eyes narrowing as they discussed this upstart. Gojo Satoru, however, found the whole situation amusing.
"A special grade? From the Zenin clan?"
Shoko looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You sound suspiciously amused, Satoru."
"Oh, I am," Gojo grinned, leaning back in his chair. "A special grade who can control Mahoraga and make the Zenin clan bow? This kid must be interesting."
"He's half-curse," Nanami added, setting down his coffee. "The Zenin clan's involvement makes this more complicated."
"Half-curse?" Gojo's grin widened. "Now that's a plot twist I didn't see coming. The Zenin clan basically just knelt to a kid they would've called a monster yesterday. This is gonna shake things up."
Meanwhile, at the Zenin estate, an elite training ground was being prepared exclusively for Aidan.
TheZen estate, one of its most sacred training grounds—the one meant only for the Ten Shadows users—had been opened exclusively to Aidan. A massive, domed arena filled with enchanted training tools that could withstand even a special grade's power.
A group of elite Zenin sorcerers watched from the observation balcony, their expressions a mixture of awe and resentment as they witnessed Aidan's training.
The elite sorcerers watched in absolute horror as Aidan's shadows swirled together. Nine distinct Shikigami—the Divine Dogs, Nue, Toad, Great Serpent, Funeral Tiger, Max Elephant, Rabbit Escape, Piercing Ox, and Round Deer—merged into one colossal entity. The combined Shikigami radiated power beyond anything they'd ever witnessed.
And then ... Mahoraga descended, his massive form crashing down beside the already enormous combined Shikigami. The elite Zenin sorcerers stumbled back in shock and fear as the two titans faced each other, their auras clashing like storms.
The battle was unlike anything they'd ever seen. Aidan, standing tall amidst the two towering behemoths, moved with a speed and power that defied logic. He dodged and countered the attacks of both Mahoraga and the combined Shikigami with ease, his movements fluid and precise.
The elite Zenin sorcerers stared with jaws dropped, realizing the terrifying truth. Aidan wasn't struggling. He was training.
He was effortlessly overpowering two entities capable of destroying nations. Mahoraga, the divine general capable of adapting to anything, was getting dominated alongside a nine-Shikigami fusion. A single boy, effortlessly manhandling catastrophic powers.
The sound echoed like thunder. A Black Flash—the rare phenomenon where cursed energy distortions hit at the precise moment of impact—struck both Mahoraga and the combined Shikigami simultaneously. The impact crater split the training ground in two. Both behemoths folded like paper, their massive forms collapsing forward.
The elite sorcerers couldn't breathe. A Black Flash... used casually...
The Zenin elders stared at the destruction in stunned silence. The combined Shikigami faded back into Aidan's shadow, and Mahoraga dissolved into black mist, both completely incapacitated.
One elder finally spoke, voice trembling. "He... he just defeated them both with a single Black Flash. Unassisted. While *training*."
The implications were devastating.
They had watched a boy who could control Mahoraga and merge nine of the Ten Shadows' Shikigami into one entity casually defeat both with a single Black Flash. The power levels they were witnessing were beyond special grade. They might have just witnessed something that surpassed even the most legendary of sorcerers.
The head of research scrawled frantic notes:
Subject: Aidan Zenin
Threat Level: ?? (Likely exceeds Special Grade)
Notes:
- Casual utilization of Ten Shadows technique at maximum fusion capacity.
- Absolute mastery over Mahoraga (The Divine General).
- Successfully executed simultaneous Black Flash strikes on both entities during *routine training*.
- Durability and Cursed Energy Output: Immeasurable.
The elders exchanged looks of pure dread. If this boy was not fully trained yet, and a mere *practice session* resulted in such absolute destruction... what would happen when he actually went all out?
The Zenin clan leader's hand shook as he looked up at Aidan, still standing in the crater, completely calm and unbothered.
The next day they appeared with a school uniform and a letter of recommendation. " What is this?" He asked
The Zenin leader swallowed hard, straightening his spine with as much dignity as he could muster.
"Jujutsu High has requested your immediate enrollment, Master Aidan. Gojo Satoru himself called fifteen times last night. They've never... *demanded* a student before."
He held out an official letter bearing the Jujutsu High seal.
"Fine make sure my parents are well taken care of because if I come back here and I find out they aren't I'm automatically dropping Mahoraga Got it."
The Zenin leader's face paled. Dropping Mahoraga like a bomb on the clan headquarters was a threat that only a few people in existence could make—and only Aidan could back up.
"Of course, Master Aidan. Your parents will be treated with the utmost respect. We have assigned them private attendants and granted them full access to the clan's medical facilities.Your parents will live in absolute luxury and safety. Any disrespect toward them results in immediate execution of the offending parties."
The Zenin leader bowed deeply. "We guarantee this, Master Aidan."
The aides immediately handed him the pristine Jujutsu High uniform—a modified black high-school uniform designed specifically for high-level sorcerers. The letter guaranteed Special Grade enrollment immediately.
As Aidan slipped into the Jujutsu High uniform, the Zenin elders couldn't help but stare. The uniform clung to his muscular frame perfectly, accentuating his build. The special grade badge on his chest seemed almost comical—he was far beyond special grade.
Gojo Satoru pulled up to the Zenin estate in a black sedan, his blindfold on as usual but his grin wider than ever. He'd heard the reports—black flashes during routine training, Mahoraga defeated like a training dummy—and he was practically vibrating with excitement.
"Well, well! The Zenin clan finally producing something interesting!"
Aidan stepped out of the mansion, looking unfairly gorgeous in the uniform. The entire Zenin clan—including the elders—immediately bowed low in respect. They weren't bowing out of tradition; they were bowing out of pure terror.
Aidan ignored them, walking straight toward Gojo with a calm, bored expression that practically screamed absolute power. Gojo practically squealed.
"Holy shit! You look *good*!" Gojo chirped, ignoring the lethal death glare Aidan shot him for calling him a child. "The Zenin clan really pulled out all the stops for you. I hear you're basically a walking natural disaster."
Aidan's mother stepped forward, bowing respectfully. "Satoru Gojo. Please look after our son."
Gojo winked—an impressive feat considering the blindfold. "Don't worry, ma'am! I'll corrupt him thoroughly!"
Aidan's eyes narrowed dangerously. The Zenin elders exchanged terrified glances—none of them had heard Gojo use such a playful tone with someone before. They watched as Aidan slid into the passenger seat without another word, the car driving off.
As they drove away, the Zenin elders gathered around the leader. "What if he... *kills* everyone at Jujutsu High?" one asked nervously. The leader swallowed hard. "He won't. Gojo Satoru is there to keep him in check. Besides..."
"Besides," the leader continued, "if he does kill everyone, it's not our problem. It's Jujutsu High's problem." The elders nodded in agreement, feeling slightly better about sending their most dangerous asset to a school full of cursed breakers. Gojo's laughter echoed from the car speaker.
The car pulled up to the gates of Jujutsu High, and Gojo practically jumped out. "Here we are! The place where dreams go to die and teenagers learn to fight demons!" He announced dramatically.
The moment Aidan stepped out, the atmosphere shifted. Students passing by stopped mid-walk. They sensed it—an aura so overwhelming it felt like standing next to a collapsed star.
"Holy fuck..." one student whispered, their eyes widening. A girl grabbed her friend's arm tightly. "Do you feel that?" Another student swallowed hard, "That's not just Cursed Energy... that's like, divine level shit." Gojo grinned mischievously, loving the reaction.
The rumors spread instantly. *Special Grade transfer student. Zenin clan prodigy. Mahoraga user.*
By the time Gojo led Aidan toward the main building, at least a dozen students had stopped and stared. Some had cameras out. Others had their hands instinctively covering their faces. Their Cursed Energy was haywire—instinctually reacting to the presence of the boy.
"Alright, little Aidan," Gojo said, ruffling the boy's hair. "Let's get you enrolled. Oh, and try not to kill anyone on your first day, okay?"
"I won't."
The words left his mouth like a promise from God himself—absolute, unquestionable. Gojo blinked. "Fuck, kid. You say that like you could literally erase existence if you wanted." He was right.
They walked into the main office, where Utahime Iori stood, visibly shaking. She'd been briefed. Special Grade. Zenin.
"Welcome, Master Aidan," she said softly, bowing deeply. The "Special Grade" tag on his paperwork felt like a cruel joke.
Gojo leaned against the doorway. "Put him with the first years. They need a challenge."
"What?!" Utahime exclaimed. "Gojo, he could slaughter—"
"Exactly." Gojo grinned.
Utahime stared at Gojo, utterly incredulous. "You want to put a *special grade*—a Zenin prodigy who controls Mahoraga—with the first years?! Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki?!" She waved her hands. "They're teenagers, not battle masters!"
Gojo shrugged casually.
"Actually, I wouldn't mind."
Utahime froze. The statement hung in the air, terrifyingly casual. He wasn't acting arrogant; he was stating a preference like he was choosing a meal option.
Gojo burst out laughing. "SEE?! He wants to make friends!" Utahime looked like she was about to have a stroke.
(I was so hoping yuji wouldn't be here yet but I guess you can't always get what you want and they said Kugisaki, which means this is likely early season one maybe a little bit after the episode three.) he thought. " he is telling the truth I would like to make friends." he said aloud
Utahime blinked, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. "He... he actually wants to make friends?" She looked at Gojo, who just shrugged. "Kid's a Special Grade with enough power to raze a city, but all he wants is friends. How..." she couldn't even finish.
Utahime sighed heavily, shaking her head. "Fine. I'll put him in the same class as Itadori, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki." She scribbled on a piece of paper, her hand shaking slightly. "But if they end up dead, Gojo, I'm blaming you."
"The only way they would die is if a special grade curse shows up."
Utahime choked on her own spit. "Did... did you just call a Special Grade curse a minor inconvenience?" She looked at Gojo, who was just wheezing with laughter. "He says if they die, it's only because a Special Grade shows up. Like that's a casual condition!"
Gojo slapped her back. "Relax!"
Utahime pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something about "fucking Zenins." She handed Aidan a schedule and a locker number. "Welcome to Class 1-3, I guess."
*Meanwhile, outside...*
Yuuji Itadori was late *again*, running full sprint toward the building, arms flailing.
Yuuji burst through the doors, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his face. He looked around wildly, trying to spot his classroom. "Damn, almost missed first period..." he panted, wiping his forehead with his sleeve.
As Yuuji was about to book it down the hallway, he slammed into someone coming out of the office. "Whoa! Sorry, sorry!" He looked up to apologize and froze.
Yuuji stared up at the boy in front of him, his jaw dropping. This new student was barely his age, but his presence felt like standing next to a massive, dormant volcano. His uniform was pristine, his expression bored, but the power rolling off him in waves made Yuuji's hair stand on end.
"Uhh... are you new?"
Aidan stared down at this pink-haired boy who practically radiated chaos. Sukuna's vessel. The one Gojo mentioned. He looked... normal. Too normal.
"Yeah. Transfer student." Aidan kept his tone neutral.
Yuuji grinned, oblivious to the danger levels. "Cool! I'm Yuuji Itadori! First year too!"
Yuuji's grin widened. "Wait, you're in the same year? Where's the classroom?" He started walking backward, gesturing vaguely down the hall. "It's this way! We're late, but Megumi—"
Suddenly, a loud *THWACK* echoed through the hallway as Kugisaki Nobara appeared out of nowhere, having seemingly teleported past them.
Nobara landed with a dramatic flourish, her eyes narrowing as she took in the new student. Her hair stood on end, and her Cursed Energy flared up briefly before she got herself under control. "Late again, Yuuji," she snapped, then turned to Aidan.
"And who the hell are *you*?" Nobara demanded, hands on her hips. The moment she locked eyes with him, she felt a primal instinct screaming at her to run, but her stubbornness kept her rooted to the spot. "New student? Why is there a walking nuke in our first-year class?"
Yuuji beamed. "Nobara!"
"This is Aidan!" Yuuji introduced cheerfully, completely missing the terrifying aura radiating off the boy. "He's a transfer student! We're gonna be classmates!"
Nobara stared at Aidan, her instincts screaming 'DANGER' so loudly it was giving her a headache. She glanced at Yuuji, then back to Aidan. "Aidan...?"
"Special Grade. Zenin Clan," Aidan said plainly. Two words. That was all it took.
Nobara's face went completely pale. Even Yuuji felt his grin falatter, his survival instincts kicking in.
"Wait, Special Grade like—" Yuuji started.
"Like Gojo level?" Nobara finished, voice shaking. "What. The. Actual."
She grabbed Yuuji's arm, yanking him behind her. "Dude, we're a year behind!" She hissed.
Yuuji peeked over her shoulder, still grinning like an idiot. "Is that like super high tier? He seems nice though!"
Nobara wanted to strangle him. "Nice?!"