After five years.
Somewhere in Tokyo.
At a renowned middle school, the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day.
The dispersal began. Students flooded out of classrooms, their chatter echoing through the halls as they rushed to their homes or cram schools.
Teachers left for their own homes, save for a few who remained in the staff room on the first floor, finishing pending work.
By now, the school was mostly empty. Only a handful of students stayed behind for various reasons.
Outside, the sun cast its warm light over the world, painting the sky in hues of yellow and orange.
Inside, the gleaming marble floors reflected the sunlight streaming in through the pristine windows, bathing the school in a soft, golden glow.
This school appeared normal. It suited the discovered and visible side of the world—safe, orderly, and mundane.
But if one could peer into the hidden side of the world, they would see something out of place. Something bone-chilling. Something eerie.
At the far end of a deserted corridor on the third floor, a shadow loomed over a wall.
If anyone had been there, they wouldn't have been able to identify who or what the flickering, towering shadow belonged to.
The dark silhouette swayed like an ominous black flame against the wall, unnatural and unsettling.
Opposite the end of the corridor, a student stood silently. His uniform was neat and proper, his shirt tucked in and his posture impeccable. His dark brown skin glowed faintly in the fading sunlight.
And most striking of all were his eyes—bright, fiery, and unwavering, like miniature suns.
Though only twelve years old, the boy stood with an aura of unshakable confidence.
He began walking toward the end of the corridor, his steps steady and deliberate.
With each step, his pace quickened.
Soon, he was running, his movements sharp and purposeful, as though charging toward an unseen enemy.
Halfway down the corridor, the flickering shadow on the wall crept downward, slipping onto the floor.
In an instant, it vanished. Or so it seemed.
The shadow didn't disappear. It moved—racing toward the boy at a speed so fast it became imperceptible.
The boy's eyes widened as he glanced down, noticing the shadow at his feet.
The black mass rose abruptly, lifting itself into the air between the white ceiling and the polished floor.
What had once been an amorphous shadow began to take shape. A monstrous, deformed figure materialized—a cursed spirit.
Sharp purple and black fur sprouted from its grotesque body. Countless eyes, weeping and unblinking, formed on its oversized, irregularly shaped face.
Two muscular arms grew out of its mass, their clawed fingertips gleaming like knives in the dim light. From the edges of its maw, two long, sharp canines curved downward, menacing and unnatural.
It loomed over the boy, radiating malice and hunger.
The boy's expression, briefly shocked, quickly shifted to calm and calculating.
His eyes followed the cursed spirit's form from the floor to its towering head, analyzing it without a hint of fear.
The cursed spirit snarled, raising its right arm high, its claws catching the light as it prepared to strike.
Why would it attack this harmless-looking child?
The truth is, every being on Earth has survival instincts—a primal warning system embedded in their very existence.
When a creature encounters danger, those instincts awaken, urging it to flee or fight to preserve its life.
Humans have these instincts. Cursed spirits do, too.
And this cursed spirit was no exception.
As it sensed the boy's presence, something within the spirit recoiled. An indescribable fear slithered through its core, coiling tightly around its very existence. Its still-developing mind spiraled into a frenzy, overwhelmed by caution and terror.
Why did the cursed spirit feel such fear?
Its survival instincts had been rattled—no, completely shattered.
But why to such extremes?
The answer was simple.
As the cursed spirit moved through the school—the place of its birth—it encountered an overwhelming presence. An aura so potent and suffocating that its very being trembled.
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The boy had sensed the cursed spirit long before it noticed him. He waited for the school to clear, ensuring the remaining students and teachers were out of harm's way, before heading to the third floor where the spirit resided.
At first, he concealed his presence, suppressing his cursed energy to remain undetected.
But as he faced the spirit, he stopped hiding.
In an instant, the boy's body was cloaked in cursed energy, a dangerous and seemingly infinite force radiating from him like a living storm.
The remaining students, teachers, and workers—though unable to perceive curses—felt a bone-deep chill reverberate through their spines.
The cursed spirit froze. For the first time since its illogical birth, it felt mortal danger.
Since its creation, the spirit had been growing stronger, feeding on the swirling negative emotions of the students, teachers, and workers in the school.
It believed itself invincible.
A foolish misconception had taken root in its mind: that it was stronger than any other being in existence.
When its survival instincts activated, they should have urged it to flee.
But its warped sense of strength twisted that natural response into something far deadlier.
It reached the warped conclusion that it could eliminate the source of its fear—the boy—using its supposed unparalleled power.
This would be its greatest mistake.
For in the next instant, it would vanish from the hidden side of the world.
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Izaya entered the class.
His class teacher sat at her desk, a picture of poised confidence. Her striking crimson-colored hair flowed down her back, catching the light and adding to her undeniable charm.
Her sharp features and piercing eyes gave her an aura of authority, while the faintest trace of a sly smile danced on her lips.
She was in her late twenties, a woman of intelligence and mystery.
Despite her reserved demeanor during lessons, Izaya had caught glimpses of her outside the classroom that made her seem unexpectedly human—perhaps even fascinating.
During class, she had a habit of effortlessly answering Izaya's often unrelated questions, ones that had little to do with the topic at hand.
It was as though her knowledge extended infinitely, and she responded to him without hesitation, like a machine programmed to know everything.
To Izaya, who had once seen her secretly smoking on the terrace, she seemed like a mix of a scholarly, refined teacher and a casual, rebellious spirit. The image of her adjusting her glasses with one hand and holding a cigarette with the other lingered in his mind. It amused him how different she was in private compared to her polished public persona.
But of course, she wasn't smoking now—doing so would have her expelled. And Izaya, being as considerate as he was, kept her little secret to himself.
"Good morning, ma'am," he greeted her as he entered the classroom.
She glanced up from the book she was reading, her glasses sliding slightly down her nose, revealing her striking eyes.
A curious smile spread across her lips as she leaned back in her chair.
"Oh, so you're back from your trip, Izaya," she said in a casual, melodic tone that seemed almost too relaxed for a teacher.
"Yes, ma'am," Izaya replied simply, his tone neutral.
"So, how was it? Fun?"
"Yeah, it was..."
A brief silence followed before Izaya asked, "Anything else, ma'am?"
"Huh? No..." she replied absentmindedly, her attention already drifting back to the black-covered book in her hands.
Apparently, whatever she had wanted from Izaya was no longer her priority. Something else had captured her interest entirely.
Izaya blinked at her for a moment, bemused.
She's really weird, he thought before moving on to his seat.
Izaya went to his assigned seat, which had changed yet again.
The seating arrangement in the classroom followed a peculiar rule: students had to shift to the previous seat every day. The room had four neat rows of desks and chairs, all meticulously arranged.
After settling in, Izaya exchanged greetings with his friends and chatted briefly. Soon, the first bell rang, and the school day officially began at 8:00 a.m.
Time passed differently for everyone. For those who paid little attention to the lessons, the day dragged on endlessly, leaving them bored. But for the ambitious ones, eager to absorb knowledge, the hours seemed to fly by.
Finally, at 2:30 p.m., school ended for the day.
As Izaya was putting the books and copies, which were actually useless to him as he possessed this knowledge already, back in his bag, he completely focused his senses… and sensed a cursed spirit roaming in the school.
Izaya was on a break of one week from the school as he went on a trip to Matsue[AN: Matsue is a city in Japan] with his parents to celebrate his father's promotion.
And when he returned, he was shocked to see a cursed spirit, which omitted a very strong aura to casually roam 'inside' the walls of his school.
Izaya didn't hear any cases of people disappearing or anything like that and breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, the cursed spirit hadn't done anything.
He decided to exorcise the spirit when the school would get clear, mostly.
Most of the students, workers and teachers left the school.
And only some remained.
He went to the floor where the curse was currently present and unconcealed his cursed energy. He thought of this action as an effective method of intimidating his enemy.
The unfortunate curse's instincts rattled.
Izaya's strong cursed energy resulted in a physical pressure which instilled fear in the cursed spirit.
It panicked, came out of its hiding and rushed at Izaya in a nearly instantaneous speed.
It took its true and hideous form which occupied space when it reached near Izaya who was himself running towards it.
It raised its huge, sharp and frightening right claw high in the air and brought it down on Izaya as if granting him death.
The air rippled between the closing claw and him.
He watched it slowly coming down at him with an unnatural lack of fear and panic in his cursed energy infused eyes.
He might as well be looking at a day to day occurrence.
Cursed energy flowed through Izaya's feet and infused itself with a big piece of floor on which the curse was.
He activated an extension of his technique and consequently, the piece of floor was manipulated to turn into sharp, absurdly long stakes that nearly reached the ceiling.
The loud sound of tiles and rocks rubbing with each other.
The concerned part of the school building shook.
The result was the grotesque and cruel impaling of the now-frozen cursed spirit.
Purple blood flew from the impaled areas of the curse.
Reinforced stakes could be seen sticking out in different directions from its body.
It let out a gurgling and distorted sound.
Its end came as its body started disappearing into the air.
And finally, it vanished from the hidden side of the world.
Izaya had the desire to 'play' with the cursed spirit and ultimately crush it.
But he didn't wish to damage the school property in his playful battle and decided to take the fastest route, which resulted in him instantly killing the curse.
He understood it as his responsibility to kill the curses that threatened human life.
He had never encountered a cursed spirit which could fight with him on equal ground, his technique was just that powerful.
There was the first cursed spirit that overwhelmed him but in the end, he killed it too.
Despite living in Tokyo where the amount of curses are more than in the countryside, he had never encountered a fellow sorcerer.
So he hasn't any knowledge about the Jujutsu system more than he knew from the anime.
As for his strength, he had grown strong, at just the mere age of 12.
He has honed his cursed energy control and fought curses over the years.
Usually, he would sense the curse looming around him, go to that place and kill it.
The places he went were generally abandoned buildings or deserted factories from where all the machines had been taken out.
He has applied his cursed technique in many ways and using it was interesting as hell.
He could use his power to change his body parts into the parts of any animal. He can even change himself to an animal as a whole! He could manipulate any matter, be it metal or stone and convert them into anything he wanted, like stakes which he had just made.
He could manipulate body matter of another person too, he can alter their body's shape and size, and is capable of killing them in an instant or leaving them to suffer.
Though he hadn't fought a human… not yet anyway.
He has reached the level where he can easily crush through walls, jump high upto buildings and travel short distances in the blink of an eye.
It feels so damn good when he senses incredible strength coursing through his veins. He feels like he can do anything..
However, that is just an illusion, that's why he doesn't let it get over his head.
'Man, this is the worst part..', he thought, somewhat sulking.
Remember the stakes that he had made from the floor? He was manipulating them back to the floor to make the floor normal.
It wasn't that of a tedious task for him, he was just using his technique to do the task, easily.
However, just the action of actually reverting back what he had just done seemed to bore him, thus making him sulk.
As he did that, he started hearing the sound of footsteps resonating in the corridor.
It seemed that the teachers and maybe workers were coming up to check what the hell had just happened to make the floor shake and send vibrations through their feets. They also heard that loud and illogical sound.
Izaya thought that it would be troublesome if they saw him alone on the floor and decided to escape.
He quickly manipulated the floor back to normal, rushed to the nearby class, opened a window and jumped.
As he was upside in the air, he casually slapped the window shut with his right hand and fell from the third floor.
As he was falling through the air with a completely relaxed and flat look on his face, his bag swinging from his shoulder and hands in his pockets indicating a chill posture, he thought of a completely different and unrelated thing that brought a sheepish smile on his face:
'Pudding'.
To put simply, he just loved the delicious pudding made by his mother. His mother promised to him that she will make it today.
'Heh..'
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