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The question seemed to catch Yuki off guard for a moment, then a mysterious smile curved her lips.
"That's an interesting question, Ryosuke," she said in a soft, almost pensive voice. She paused, her gaze drifting into the distance for a moment before continuing. "I've thought about this for a long time. I even ended up developing my own theory."
Ryosuke tilted his head slightly, intrigued. He didn't recall the topic ever being brought up; he was simply curious. But knowing his aunt had an opinion on it piqued his interest. His eyes practically gleamed with anticipation.
Yuki gave a slight shrug before answering. "I think it's tied to the nature of the world itself. The world, at its core, isn't made to be good. In fact, I believe evil is more deeply rooted in human nature than good is."
Ryosuke frowned, not expecting such a blunt response.
"Look at newborns," Yuki went on after a brief silence. "When they come into the world, they know nothing of good or evil. Yet they instinctively learn behaviors like biting, hitting, or crying to get what they want, long before they learn to share or show kindness. Evil always seems to come more naturally. It's easier to be selfish than to be selfless. It's almost as if evil is an integral part of human nature—something instinctive and innate."
She let that idea hang in the air for a moment, watching Ryosuke's reaction. He furrowed his brows in thought. The theory seemed rather solid to him.
Seeing that he was considering her words, Yuki continued. "And what's natural, what's instinctive, is what generates energy. Energy is a manifestation of our very essence. So if our nature more easily leans toward negative emotions, it's no surprise that those emotions produce cursed energy. To generate positive energy, you'd have to… change that nature. And that's almost impossible to do on your own."
Ryosuke stayed silent, letting his aunt's words resonate within him.
The question of the origin of Jujutsu, of curses, and even of human nature itself swirled in his mind. He recalled his recent readings, those philosophical concepts that had intrigued him so much. Studying the foundations of existence was like trying to unravel the mysteries of an endless universe.
The manga he loved so much was no longer just a story, but a reflection of the invisible laws of a very real world.
Jujutsu sorcerers were rare. But why were they almost all concentrated in Japan? Was it the only place where this concept was so concentrated, or was there something special about that land? And curses—why didn't they appear elsewhere?
If Yuki's theory was correct, then Jujutsu might simply be an interpretation of that dark energy, shaped by centuries of Japanese tradition. In that case, did it mean other versions of Jujutsu could exist elsewhere, shaped by different cultures and civilizations?
Ryosuke couldn't help but smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He no longer saw Jujutsu as just a concept of power—he wanted to understand every rule, every mechanism, and maybe even trace it back to its source.
But before he could get completely lost in thought, Yuki's clapping snapped him back. She clearly hadn't finished her explanation.
"Don't overthink it, Ryosuke. This is just my personal theory. You might come up with one of your own once you gain more experience. Still, it's possible to produce positive energy, even if artificially."
Yuki's last statement didn't surprise Ryosuke. Noticing his lack of reaction, she was about to comment when she realized he had already understood.
"You don't seem surprised," she said. "Do you see where I'm going with this?"
Ryosuke sighed inwardly. He could no longer pretend to be clueless. Besides, it was better for him to let his aunt know his actual level—it would save time.
He looked up at her and replied, "Yes, Auntie, I get the logic. If cursed energy is like a negative number, then to get something positive… you could just multiply it by itself! Minus times minus equals plus, right?" He traced an invisible equation in the air with his hand.
Yuki froze for a moment, eyes wide. Then she burst out laughing. "You never stop surprising me, my little genius!" she said, shaking her head with a smile.
But Ryosuke didn't stop there.
"But… it's actually a bit more complicated than that," he went on. "It'd be easy to make the mistake of thinking you just have to add more cursed energy. But no—it's not about addition… it's really about multiplication. To amplify the effect, to change its nature, you can't just pile more on—you have to scale it up, like moving into a higher dimension!"
Yuki listened in silence, impressed by the depth of his reasoning.
Then, driven by a sudden burst of excitement, Ryosuke raised his right index finger. Before Yuki could realize his intent, he bent the finger with unwavering determination. A sharp crack echoed in the air, followed by a fleeting grimace of pain on his face.
Yuki froze, stunned.
"Ryosuke! What on earth are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?!" she shouted, half-panicked, half-appalled.
Ryosuke bit his lip to contain the pain, but a spark of exhilaration still shone in his eyes.
Even he couldn't fully grasp what he had just done. For him, it was simply something he had to try. The idea of failure didn't even cross his mind. And even if he failed, it was only a fracture—he was young. Besides, Yuki could use positive energy and might be able to apply it to others. And if all else failed, as a last resort, he could always use his Overhaul.
Ignoring his aunt's alarm, he closed his eyes and let his cursed energy flood into his finger, feeling every tremor along the fracture. Then, he applied the equation: he amplified that energy at the site of the injury, as if creating an exact duplicate of the energy already there.
The result was immediate.
He felt his finger straighten, fuse back together, as if nothing had happened. The pain vanished instantly, replaced by a soothing warmth.
Ryosuke opened his eyes and stared at his intact finger, almost in disbelief. A laugh—pure and liberating—escaped his throat. He'd done it… all by himself.
He looked up at Yuki to share his triumph, but his smile faded when he saw her expression.
Her face had lost its proud glow; now her brows were drawn, her gaze fixed on him with an unreadable glint.
After a long silence, she murmured in a voice heavy with gravity, almost tinged with melancholy: "This world is truly unfair…" She looked away, then added, almost to herself, "I think… I'm almost jealous."