"Argh!"
"Stop her, or we'll be killed- Urgh!"
"Ahhhhhh! Stay away from me!!!"
Screams filled with pure terror and despair echoed throughout the entirety of the Zenin Clan estate, scaring birds away and causing any animal close by to shiver.
Akira sat outside the estate, sitting on a boulder he picked up from somewhere. His hands were resting on his knees as he listened to the carnage, all while watching what was happening with X-ray.
Sitting next to Akira, an amused Kenjaku listened to the sounds of slaughter, all while observing Akira from the side, one eye always focused on him, searching and observing his behaviour.
"I didn't think it was true, since you don't seem to have any Eye Mutations, but it seems it's true. You can see through the walls or have an ability similar to X-ray, don't you?"
Kenjaku leaned closer to Akira, her voice light and airy as she probed further with curiosity. A strong desire to understand the monster born from a mutation in front of her began to swell in her chest.
This was the most intriguing human she had ever seen. She had lived for over a thousand years, nearing two thousand. since the era when humans first came to master the cursed energy of their own wills became somewhat common.
There have always been individuals who awakened cursed energy and learned to control it long before she was born. A prime example is Jesus Christ of Nazareth, who possessed a level of genius that is beyond what the term can describe.
More like a god, such that the world itself had been thrown out of balance from his mere existence, causing cursed spirits to proliferate at a massive speed, which people mistook as demons due to their supernatural reasons.
Throughout history, in every part of the world, death and famine were common occurrences, especially thousands of years ago when the world was very different from today.
Corruption in that ancient era was blatant and widespread, leaving civilians powerless to resist. This bred negative emotions like roaches breeding.
The negative emotions worldwide during those eras were tens, if not hundreds, of times the amount as they are in the modern era.
People with powerful cursed techniques were born era after era, becoming known as gods in every part of the world, their influence spreading. Tsukuyomi, Zeus, Odin and the like.
They were mythical humans born with strength that no one had the pleasure of seeing, only to die of old age and be written about, becoming immortal legends in human history.
They could all destroy villages, nations and rule the world if they had liked. But the most outstanding of them all was a being that every human in the world knows, even two thousand years after his death.
Jesus was a monster in terms of power and talent, even more than Satoru Gojo. He had been born with an almost unlimited amount of Cursed Energy, making him practically tireless and without the need to eat or drink for months.
His physical power was uncontested by neither cursed spirits nor sorcerers from any era of the human world. His cursed technique distorted reality, allowing him to do as he pleased.
Reversed Cursed Technique came as an instinct to him due to his body containing so much cursed energy. It allowed him to even bring someone back from the dead, days after they had died.
Heal cripples, eyesight, whatever you can think of.
That is a genuine monster uncontested by the eras and sorcerers, the one truly deserving of the name "The Honoured One."
But one thing all those monsters had in common was that they all had either monstrous amounts of cursed energy or monstrously powerful cursed techniques that made them into gods.
But another monster is sitting currently right in front of him, born into the modern era with a body capable of evolving after every challenging fight. Able to copy any technique at a glance, and a talent that makes Satoru look pale.
All without cursed energy or a cursed technique, just an unknown mutation occurring in his genes.
'I want to see him with cursed energy and his own cursed technique... I want to see what heights his potential could take him to. I want to know if Akira Shokotsu, sitting across from me, has the potential to be known as a "God"...'
'Ahh~, how utterly and shamelessly greedy of me~,'
Kenjaku's eyes closed, her lips turning into a thin line as her pink and luscious lips trembled. Slowly, her eyes turned into deep crescents, while her lips turned up, revealing her pair of white teeth.
Her expression revealed pure ecstasy mixed with desire, and she trembled as she watched Akira form the side, taking his expression and every inch of his design into her retina.
Feeling her focused gaze, Akira turned towards Kenjaku with raised eyebrows, undisturbed by how strange her expression was and how easy her emotions are to decipher in his eyes.
He could feel the desire and the greed on her face as she looked at him, along with the ecstasy and clear expectations for him. The expectation part confused Akira since she didn't know what she wanted from him.
'What a freaking weirdo... Is this how she usually acts around everyone? Does she have a family to go home to or something?' Akira leaned back a bit from Kenjaku in disgust. He saw her brain trembling, a massive grin on its front.
Akira is a master at reading emotions, especially with his talent and X-ray vision. It's also aided by how well his eyes work, allowing him to capture every facial movement easily.
He could see the emotions of everyone with a mere glance, no matter how well they hid them.
Akira usually pretends to be confused and uncertain about people's emotions when people hide their emotions, not wanting to seem too inhuman.
Not because he cares for others' opinions regarding him, but because he wants to make Yuka and Maki comfortable around him.
He acted like this around Nobara as well. And the reason is simple. He loves them after all and wants them to feel and be at their most comfortable.
He imagined no one would feel comfortable around him if they knew that he could tell their emotions and thoughts in the moment simply by looking at their faces and eyes.
If not for those two, he would be straight to the point and not give a fuck about anyone or anything besides himself.
Boom!
"Hmm?"
Snapping out of his focus on observing Kenjaku's weird but somehow endearing gaze filled with obsession, desire and greed at the same time, Akira looked towards a massive explosion.
"Looks like Maki finished..." Akira muttered with a smile.
[10 minutes before this...]
Entering the training barracks of the Kukuru Unit, Maki slid the Japanese door aside slowly before stepping inside, catching the attention of the 40 or 50 Kukuru Unit members.
"Huh?" Everyone opened their mouths, only for surprise to come out.
Then, the Zenin Massacre began.
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As you can see from this chapter, I'm aiming to use historical figures to develop the final villain for this fanfic.
The final villain is not going to be Sukuna, because even though he is my pookie, my teddy bear, my popsicle, my Donut, and my favourite JJK character, he is overused and expected to be the main villain.
This chapter was kind of an information dump about Kenjaku's past as well. As you guys can see, I am trying to turn those mythological legends into more of a supernatural stuff, which is because Cursed Energy exists.
I've been thinking for the past week, and guess what? Kenjaku is going to be one of the female leads just because, and the one to guide Akira towards the main villain of this fanfic.
I made Kenjaku almost two thousand years old, because we don't really know her canon age, and yes, you read correctly. I am making Kenjaku a female, born a female, but translated into a man's body due to her technique.
Leave a Power Stone!