"Keep pushing, Niwa-sama, keep pushing!" The Zen'in family servant is going overdrive, giving it their all to ensure the safe arrival of the newest member of the main family.
Meanwhile, all the male members of the family stand by, their faces tense with anticipation as they await the birth of the baby.
Thanks to modern technologies, they knew this time it's a baby boy, but what cursed techniques or cursed energy level he may possess remains unconfirmed.
After eight grueling hours of labor, the sweet sound of a baby's cry finally fills the air.
"Congratulations, Niwa-sama, the baby is healthy," the servants announce after finishing their checks and cleaning the newborn. With gentle hands, they pass the baby to his mother, Niwa Zen'in.
Laying on the bed is the head servant of the Zen'in clan, also known as the mother of Maki and Mai Zen'in.
Her track record is less than stellar, one might say. She previously gave birth to twin daughters, both of whom turned out to be disappointments, much like herself.
Maki Zen'in was born with so little cursed energy, not more than someone from a non jujutsu family would have.
Meanwhile, Mai Zen'in did possess some cursed energy, but it was so low that it might as well have been nonexistent. Just Like her mother
But this time, a sense of awe and astonishment filled the room.
As soon as the baby was tenderly placed into his mother's awaiting arms, a sudden surge of potent cursed energy erupted from him. It was a power unlike anything anyone present had ever witnessed.
Every sorcerer in the room felt the weight of this extraordinary display, their senses tingling with the intensity of the energy emanating from the infant.
With a soft "uuuu" sound, the baby nestled closer into his mother's embrace, as if seeking comfort in her presence amidst the overwhelming power he possessed.
The pressure thickens, engulfing the room like an unseen tidal wave, dragging everyone into its depths. Each breath becomes heavier, strained under the weight of the overwhelming power emanating from the baby.
The air crackles with the intensity of the baby's immense cursed energy, shrouding the room in an aura of raw, untamed power.
Even those who aren't versed in sorcery can feel the palpable shift in the atmosphere, as if the very fabric of reality itself has been altered by the newborn's presence.
And yet, amidst the awe-inspiring display of power, the source of this phenomenon sleeps soundly in his mother's arms.
A serene smile graces his face, basking in the warmth and comfort of her embrace, completely unaware of the extraordinary feat he's accomplished.
With each peaceful breath he takes, the room's tension eases slightly, as if the sheer innocence and purity of his slumber holds at bay the overwhelming force of his cursed energy.
In his blissful oblivion, he remains unaware of the impact he's had on those around him, his innocence a stark contrast to the magnitude of his power.
And so begins the journey of Asahi Zen'in.
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One year later
"Asahi-sama! please stop running!"
"Hahahahaha! Nina can't catch me!"
The halls of the Zen'in family estate were never this lively. A naked young boy darted through the corridors, his laughter echoing off the walls, while a determined servant named Nina chased after the one-year-old toddler, towel in hand, trying to catch him before he could escape again.
Previously, Just as the servant was about to dry him off after his bath, the boy suddenly broke free from her grasp, giggling mischievously as he darted away.
Despite her efforts to catch him, he slipped through her fingers, leaving her to chase after him with a towel in hand, while the lively laughter of the young Asahi echoed through the halls of the Zen'in family estate.
Despite being only one year old, the boy moved with surprising speed, outpacing even the swiftest adults. This left his caretaker in a perpetual state of chasing, a scenario that had become all too familiar since the boy first learned to walk.
"Mama!" The boy spotted his mother rounding the corner and dashed towards her, wrapping his tiny arms around her legs in a tight embrace.
Still naked by the way
His mother swiftly enveloped him in her arms, lifting him close to her chest to prevent any further attempts at escaping. Despite his squirming, she held him securely, feeling the dampness of his freshly bathed skin against her own.
"Niwa-sama," the servant finally caught up to him, finding the giggling boy nestled in the arms of his mother. Asahi squirmed with excitement, his energy seemingly boundless, like a child fueled by sugar and laughter.
"I'm sorry, Niwa-sama. He just keeps running away, and I don't know why," the servant apologized, bowing her head in contrition. The mother then shifted her attention to the playful child in her arms, playfully tickling him as she joined in the lighthearted moment.
"Is that true? Is my baby boy being naughty again?" The mother teased, continuing to tickle her son as he laughed and giggled in response. Eventually, she relented, stopping the tickling and showering him with affectionate kisses.
In another life, this scene would be impossible as the mother will never show this much happiness because of her enviroment. But looks like his birth change that outcome
"You shouldn't do that, you know? Nina-san is troubled now trying to catch you," the mother gently scolded, her tone filled with warmth and affection.
After their playful interaction, she finally entrusted the still-wet boy to his caretaker so she could dry him off.
The boy, realizing he was in the wrong, hugged his caretaker tightly as a sincere apology.
"Awwww," his caretaker couldn't resist the overwhelming cuteness of the gesture.
All her frustration melted away in an instant as she returned the hug, feeling nothing but love and affection for the sweet, remorseful boy in her arms.
"And who are you to scold my cousin?" Suddenly, a young boy around 13 years old walked towards them, his tone dripping with arrogance as he approached.
He strolled up from behind, his presence imposing and unwelcome, like an uninvited storm.
The caretaker and the mother quickly straightened their postures, assuming dignified positions befitting their station as a higher-ranking person approached.
They maintained a respectful demeanor, ready to address the newcomer with proper deference and decorum.
The boy sensed the sudden shift in behavior from the caretaker and the mother, and he glanced around, searching for the cause of their sadness or fear.
The boy's gaze settled on the approaching young man, and he realized that his presence seemed to have triggered their change in demeanor.
In his young mind, he immediately labeled the approaching young man as "bad," associating his presence with the sudden change in the atmosphere and the caretaker's and mother's uneasy demeanor.
"And why is he naked? Are you too incompetent to handle a small child properly?" The young man snarkily remarked to the caretaker, his tone dripping with condescension and superiority.
(You know what's weird? I edit this stuff in Chatgpt and now i am worried that it will see me as a sexist prick. I know it is not sentience and all but, when the Ai overlord begin it's reign i don't wanna be known as a sexist.
Edit: I send this text to chatgpt so it can fix any miss spelling and it gives me free therapy... I don't know why people still pay for therapy in this day and age)
"I am sorry, Naoya-sama, Asahi-sama just–"
"It won't happen again, Naoya-sama," the caretaker attempted to reason with the young man, but the mother knowing the dynamics of the family all too well, intervened before the situation could escalate further.
She swiftly cut off the caretaker, recognizing the potential consequences of her words, and proceeded to offer a conciliatory apology to Naoya-sama.
"Hmpf, it better be. Otherwise, we'll send you to the other place so you can do your 'job' properly," Naoya-sama replied coldly, causing the caretaker to flinch at the mention of the other place.
She knew all too well what it entailed, and the mere thought of being sent there was enough to unsettle her deeply.
The caretaker, hailing from the branch family, understood the stark reality of her situation. In a family where talent in sorcery could elevate one's status, her lack thereof meant that she had two options:
to serve as a humble servant within the main family or face the prospect of being sent to the other place, a fate she dreaded deeply.
Despite her dedication and hard work, the harsh truth of her circumstances weighed heavily on her heart.
What about living a normal life, you might ask? If that were an option, wouldn't everyone choose it? They are born into the sorcerer family, and as a means to safeguard the secret of sorcery, they must remain within their family.
The only person who can separate themselves from the jujutsu society is either someone insanely strong like Toji or someone who has a significant backer like Nanami, who swore to never reveal the secret of the jujutsu society to the normal world.
But for the lesser-known members of the Zen'in family? They have no choice but to serve as a means of survival.
"Anyway," the young man interjected, his voice firm and authoritative. He delivered the message from the head clan with a sense of gravity, stating,
"The boy's test will happen next week. Prepare him to do his best as to not disappoint the clan head." The mother's eyes widened in recognition, understanding the weight of the impending trial.
"But, Naoya-sama, he is only one year old," the mother replied, her concern evident in her voice as she worried about her son's well-being being put through such a test at such a young age.
"And yet he is stronger than all of you. Don't you think it's rather stupid for you to be worried for someone stronger than you?" the young man said, his words dripping with contempt as he delivered the rhetorical question, intended to insult the mother for her concern.
"And the test is important. We need to see if the boy has what it takes if he is going to be the next clan head," his words laced with contempt. After the birth of the supposed 'prodigy,' which was the boy, his status as the heir for the Zen'in clan had been revoked, and that honor now rested upon the toddler's head.
The notion of entrusting such an important role to a one-year-old boy, who knows nothing about the world, is mind-boggling for most people.
However, for those from the Jujutsu family, this makes perfect sense, as they value strength above all else.
And strength he have.
The boy in question currently pouts at the newly arrived young man, his tiny features twisted in irritation and anger, with his arms crossed and cheeks bloated.
Though young and unaware of the complexities around him, he senses the tension in the air and feels a surge of protectiveness towards his caretaker and mother.
And in response, the baby now exudes the same intense pressure he did on the day of his birth.
His cursed energy response to the negative emotions and it surges within him as the boy experiences a flood of anger and displeasure.
The atmosphere crackles with his burgeoning power, a testament to the potent emotions swirling within him, much to the astonishment of those witnessing the display.
Sensing the escalating pressure, the young man clicked his tongue in annoyance and swiftly made his exit, choosing to retreat before the situation could escalate further.
With a wary glance back at the powerful aura emanating from the enraged child, he disappeared from view, leaving behind a palpable sense of relief in his wake.
"Hmpf! Bad," the boy muttered, his displeasure evident as he watched the departure of the 'bad person.' Still pouting, he received comforting pats on his head from his caretaker and mother, who looked at the small child with gratitude and affection.
They smiled warmly at him, and in response, the boy let out a joyful laugh of his own, wrapping his arms around his mother in a tight hug once again.
[To be continued]
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Asahi Zen'in
Current known strength : Massive ammount of cursed energy
His cursed energy is even bigger than Sukuna. About 3 times bigger give or take, He is very sensitive to emotions and that makes his curse energy quite volatile and might explode in response to any negative emotion he felt
His Cursed technique is still unknown but maybe you can figure it out
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[Omake number 1, Bad no no]
In a room filled with toys, a small child could be seen happily playing with his toys.
Suddenly, he picked up one of the toys and attempted to eat it.
"Asahi-sama!" The lone caretaker in the room saw the boy's quick action to eat the toy and rushed to stop him from going any further.
"No no no, please Asahi-sama. Don't swallow it. I'll be in trouble if something were to happen to you. Please," the caretaker nervously approached the boy. She didn't dare to put a hand on him for fear of being disrespectful, so all she could do was plead for the boy to not eat the toy.
Feeling the caretaker's sudden tension and seeing the worry in her eyes, the boy sensed that something was amiss. With a furrowed brow, he glanced down at the toy in his mouth, connecting it to the caretaker's distress.
"Blegh," he said, promptly spitting out the toy. The caretaker's shoulders sagged in relief, a grateful sigh escaping her lips as she realized that the boy had heeded her plea.
The room filled with a sense of calm once more, the potential disaster averted.
"Asahi-sama, you can't eat your toys. They are bad and will make your tummy hurt," the caretaker gently explained, her tone soft as she spoke to the 6-month-old boy.
Despite his young age, he listened very carefully to her explanation.
although he didn't understand the words she was saying.
"They are bad. No no," the caretaker tried once again, using simple words and gestures to make the baby understand. This time, it seemed like she succeeded.
"No no?" The boy mimicked her, pulling out his own small finger and waving it around, just like she did.
A small smile spread across the caretaker's face, pleased with the progress they were making.
"Yes, bad no no," the caretaker said, smiling warmly at the adorable baby who mimicked her voice. She then pointed at the toy that was in his mouth while repeating the phrase "Bad no no."
"Bad no no," echoed the boy, waving his finger towards the toy as well, understanding the caretaker's message.