Cursed Energy - A spiritual energy that leaks from humans as a result of their negative emotions
"When it builds up, it creates a kind of specter called a cursed spirit. Individuals who are able to control that energy and demonstrate what you call supernatural abilities are known as sorcerers."
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Kenjaku waited a second for their words to sink in. Understandably, as they were divulging one of the most important and well kept secrets this world had to offer: the existence of Jujutsu.
Jujutsu, also known as sorcery, has been an ancient martial art that has existed since the Nara period (710-794 CE), taught only among secretive societies. These sorcerers that were born with an affinity towards cursed energy typically spend their lives exorcizing the cursed spirits that threaten humanity, or live according to their whims with unstoppable strength.
Kenjaku aligned himself with the latter, currently committing the first intelligence breach in Jujutsu history.
The plan itself was audacious, but one could say Kenjaku was just the person for the task, being an ancient evil who haunted the Earth since the dawn of the millennium, causing restless calamity under innumerable personas.
Once upon a time they had simply been a sorcerer. Yet over the centuries that identity became lost to time as Kenjaku hopped from one body to another using their cursed technique.
The nature of such an existence eventually removed Kenjaku from any meaningful human labels. Gender, race, culture, and appearance became nothing more than costumes that could be worn and thrown away whenever it suited them.
What mattered was only the mind that endured beneath the mask, a mind that had witnessed more history than any human was meant to see.
Dynasties and empires rose and collapsed under the insurmountable pressure of time Millions were born, struggled through their lives, and disappeared into history.
Kenjaku had lived more lives than any human was meant to. There had been a time when they ruled from decorated halls as a royal. In another life they marched as a soldier to war, returning to the battlefield generations later wearing the armor of the opposing side.
For a time, Kenjaku even chose a modest life on a small farm, tending the fields, sharing meals with loved ones, and raising children as if age would claim them as any other person.
At first these events had carried deep personal weight. Then they blurred together. Eventually, the endless cycle of life and death no longer held meaning.
Kenjaku understood that human beings were never meant to live this long. A life without limits eventually exhausted every pleasure.
The only way to remain entertained was to create something entirely new, something so chaotic and unprecedented that even you could not predict the outcome.
Now in the present, this aberration wore the skin of Suguru Geto.
Clad in the black robes of a Buddhist priest layered with gold, his long hair was tied back and flowed behind him, leaving the stitching scars across his forehead fully exposed.
Geto's body had been the perfect vessel for Kenjaku's ambitions, offering the perfect cursed technique, connections, and strength they required.
After centuries of preparing, the stars had finally begun to align.
Luckily for such an occasion, Kenjaku had chosen an appropriate stage.
The United States' Oval Office