December 7th, 1989 - 3:07 AM, Tokyo
The snow had finally stopped falling, leaving Tokyo wrapped in a peaceful white blanket. It was the kind of quiet winter night that made you want to stay under warm covers and sleep until noon.
Unfortunately for every jujutsu sorcerer in the greater Tokyo area, sleep was about to become impossible.
At exactly 3:07 AM, in the private medical wing of the Gojo estate, a baby boy decided to make his grand entrance into the world. And boy, did he make an entrance.
The moment little Satoru Gojo took his first breath, the cursed energy that emanated from him was so tremendous and powerful it could be sensed across the nation. He had been born with the legendary Limitless technique, inherited only by those of the Gojo clan but only truly mastered by the ones that possess the equally rare and legendary Six Eyes.
Satoru Gojo—this newborn baby—was the first person in four centuries to have been born with both the Six Eyes and the Limitless technique.
Currently, this powerhouse had just been spanked by the family physician and was loudly wailing from the unbearable indignity.
Across the city of Tokyo, multiple sorcerers sensed the monstrous change in atmosphere, and how the balance of jujutsu sorcery had tilted at this child's birth.
"Oh, come on!" groaned Yamamoto-sensei, a Grade 1 sorcerer who'd been enjoying a perfectly good dream about winning the lottery. He sat up in bed, rubbing his temples as waves of cursed energy washed over him like a spiritual tsunami. What kind of monster was just born? This pressure... it's like standing next to a nuclear reactor. "I'm too old for this shit," he muttered, reaching for his phone to call the higher-ups of Jujutsu High.
The attending physician at the Gojo estate stood frozen, staring at the newborn with the expression of someone who'd just watched a puppy lift a car. His hands trembled as he held the medical instruments, each one vibrating slightly from the residual cursed energy. 'In thirty years of delivering sorcerer children, I've never... This cursed energy isn't just exceptional. This is world-changing.'
The midwives had looks of shock painted across their faces as numerous clansmen gathered into the packed room, wanting a chance at witnessing this once-in-four-centuries occurrence. The air itself seemed to shimmer with barely contained power.
The Gojo Clan head had finally arrived, his weathered face betraying nothing as he gazed at the crying baby with his own twin blue orbs—the legendary Six Eyes that had been passed down through generations. 'Four hundred years', he thought, his heart pounding despite his composed exterior. 'Four hundred years since the last one.'
The clan head then immediately spoke with an elderly stern voice, his tone carrying the weight of centuries of tradition. "It is unbecoming for a member of the Gojo Clan to carry on like this. Cease your tears at once, boy."
The elderly man's strict voice reached baby Satoru's ears, and his crying slowly came to a stop. He gently opened his eyes to finally get a chance to see his surroundings, and all of the clansmen gasped as the baby's own twin blue orbs—eyes that seemed to contain the very sky itself—gazed back at his grandfather's matching pair.
'Those eyes...' The clan head's composure nearly cracked. 'They're not just blue. They're the Six-Eyes! I can see the technique flowing through them like rivers of cursed energy.'
"Well," said a clan elder, proudly wiping tears from his eyes, "I guess we definitely know what cursed techniques he inherited."
A younger clansman stepped forward nervously. "Clan head, what does this mean? The cursed energy pressure is so strong."
The clan head's expression grew grave as he turned to address the room. "Listen well, for this concerns the very foundation of our world. When a sorcerer of unprecedented power is born, they do not merely add to the existing balance—they fundamentally alter it. This child's birth has tilted the balance between sorcerers and curses."
He gestured to the baby, whose mere presence seemed to make the air itself thrum with power. "You see, the relationship between sorcerers and cursed spirits exists in a delicate equilibrium. Strong sorcerers suppress the manifestation of powerful curses through their very existence. But when someone with this level of cursed energy is born, that suppression becomes so intense that it creates a vacuum."
"A vacuum?" asked another present elder.
"Yes. Nature abhors a vacuum. When Satoru's power suppresses the weaker curses, it creates space for something far more dangerous to emerge. The cursed spirits that do manage to manifest in response to his existence will be exponentially stronger—Special Grade curses that would have taken decades to form will now appear within years. This is the price of absolute power."
The room fell silent as the implications sank in.
"But," the clan head continued, his voice carrying a note of fierce pride, "this is why the Six Eyes and Limitless exist. This child will become the deterrent that keeps the strongest curses in check. He will be both the cause and the solution."
Seeing this, the Clan head's stoic mask finally gave way to an expression of pure joy. He picked up the baby from his crib and held him high, his voice booming with authority that made the very walls seem to listen. "This boy—Satoru Gojo—will be the next head of the Gojo family! He will bear the burden and glory of maintaining the balance!"
Satoru gurgled happily, completely oblivious to the weight of destiny that had just been placed upon his tiny shoulders. His bright blue eyes—those legendary Six Eyes—gazed around the room with curious innocence.
"Should we... should we call someone?" asked one of the younger clansmen, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Call everyone," the elder replied, then paused as the implications hit him. "Actually, no. They probably already know."
And indeed they did. Phone lines across the jujutsu world were already buzzing with reports of the unprecedented spiritual event. Some were panicked about the potential threat this child could pose, others were excited to see this boy live up to his full potential, and a few grumpy old sorcerers were just complaining about being woken up at 3 AM.
'So the balance has truly shifted', thought the clan head, still holding his grandson.
All in all, the world of Jujutsu Sorcery had just welcomed a boy who would forever change its course. The Honored One—Satoru Gojo.
Exactly One Year Later - December 7th, 1990, 3:43 AM - Zenin Compound, Kyoto
Four hundred kilometers away, the Zenin clan was experiencing their own extraordinary morning.
Unlike the Gojo estate's celebration from the previous year, the Zenin compound operated with military precision. They'd been preparing for this birth for months—reinforced barriers humming with power, Grade 1 medical staff on standby, and enough protective talismans to rival a major shrine. This wasn't just any birth. This was the birth of Zenin Naobito's second son.
"Everything's ready, Naobito-sama," reported the head physician, adjusting his glasses as he monitored the spiritual detection equipment. The screens flickered with readings that made his pulse quicken. "The cursed energy readings from the womb have been exceptional."
Zenin Naobito, first-born son to the current head of the clan, stood with his arms crossed, a sake bottle in his hand—though for once, it remained untouched. The woman in the clan he had an affair with and accidentally impregnated lay in the reinforced birthing chamber, surrounded by the finest jujutsu medical practitioners money could buy.
Standing beside him was his eldest son, two-year-old Naoshiki, who looked around the room with the sharp intelligence that ran in the Zenin bloodline. The boy's eyes held a seriousness that seemed far too mature for his age, but there was something else there too—a tension and darkness that had somehow slowly festered inside of him since he could voice his first words.
"Father," Naoshiki said in his small voice, tugging at his father's sleeve for attention, "why does everyone look so tense?"
Naobito glanced down at his firstborn with a brief, distracted nod. "Because today, your half-brother will be born. And if he's anything like what we've sensed, he'll be very special."
'My half-brother', Naoshiki thought, the words left a bitter taste even in his young mind. 'Another bitch's son. And Father looks more excited than I've ever seen him.'
Naoshiki then calmly looked at the struggling woman on the hospital bed in front of him, and tightened the grip on his fist until his knuckles whitened.
'The Gojo brat changed everything', Naobito thought, his jaw clenched. 'One year ago, that monster was born and shifted the entire balance of power. If my son doesn't measure up to that standard...'
The hope was clear—this child would possess cursed energy levels that could rival even the Gojo clan's newfound advantage. Even without the Ten Shadows or Projection Sorcery, the raw power of that magnitude would secure the clan's future for generations.
What they got exceeded every expectation they'd dared to have.
The moment baby Shigeo entered the world, the world itself seemed to pause. Shigeo let out a single, healthy cry, and the world responded.
The very air in the room became thick and heavy, as if gravity itself had intensified. Every person present felt the pressure pressing down on them like an invisible weight. The wooden beams of the ancient compound creaked and groaned under the spiritual pressure.
"Impossible," whispered the head physician, staring at the crying newborn child. His voice carried pure amazement. "This level of cursed energy... it's exactly matching what we felt from the Gojo child last year!"
Naoshiki's eyes widened as he felt the pressure wash over him. Despite his young age, he could sense it—the tremendous power radiating from his newborn half-brother. But more than that, he could see something he'd never witnessed before: his father's face lighting up with genuine pride and excitement.
'Father has never looked at me like that', Naoshiki jealously thought. 'Even when I first awakened my cursed energy, he just nodded. But now...'
"Father, is he strong?" Naoshiki said quietly, his voice carrying a note of something that might have been resentment.
Naobito stepped forward, his eyes wide with disbelief and growing excitement. The cursed energy emanating from his son was so intense it seemed to make the air shimmer like heat waves.
'This is it', Naobito thought, his heart racing. This is our answer to the Gojo and Kamo clan. This boy... he's tilting the balance - just like their monster did!'
"This is insane" breathed the physician, his voice filled with awe.
Zenin Ogi made his usual late arrival, bursting through the doors with his characteristic scowl. He took one look at the scene—the overwhelming spiritual pressure, the stunned expressions, his brother's amazed face—and his expression shifted from annoyance to shock.
"What... what is this pressure?" Ogi asked, his voice uncharacteristically subdued.
"Your nephew," Naobito replied, his voice carrying deep satisfaction. "He was born with cursed energy levels that rival the Gojo heir."
Ogi's eyes widened. He had felt the Gojo child's birth a year ago, like every other sorcerer in Japan. To think that his own clan had produced something comparable...
"But what if he doesn't inherit the Ten Shadows or Projection Sorcery," Ogi said, though his tone lacked its usual harshness.
"He might not," Naobito agreed, approaching his newborn son. "But we will not be sure until he is of the proper age."
He reached down and gently touched his son's tiny hand. The moment their skin made contact, the overwhelming pressure in the room settled slightly, as if the baby recognized his father's presence.
"His name," Naobito announced, his voice carrying the weight of authority and pride, "will be Shigeo. This was not my decision as it is tradition the lineage carry down the first part of their name as Nao, but I made an exception considering his mother chose that name for she will have to be exiled from the clan."
As if responding to his father's words, Shigeo's eyes opened and focused on Naobito's face.
Naoshiki stepped closer to his father, looking at his baby half-brother with a mixture of awe and something that was definitely jealousy. The way his father gazed at Shigeo with such open admiration and pride—it was an expression Naoshiki had never seen directed at him, not even once.
"I want to sincerely thank all of the physicians that have gathered here today, this extraordinary birth would not be possible without your help. However, because of the...special circumstances involved here, you will not be able to leave this place alive." Naobito loudly declared throughout the room as a devilish grin appeared on his face.
Suddenly, instantaneously appearing out of nowhere, a muscular middle-aged man with spiky black hair, a short goatee alongside a moustache and sideburns, as well as thick eyebrows. He has an X-shaped scar on his forehead with beady black eyes. His outfit consists in a gray kimono and is barefoot.
The man then held up a fist in the air behind him, preparing as if he were about to launch it like a misslie.
Various screams could be heard that day in the birthing room for Naobito's second son, and it would take numerous cleaning attempts in the future for all of the blood to be completely removed from it.
In the distance, across the spiritual networks that connected all jujutsu sorcerers, another ripple of unprecedented power spread through the nation. Two monsters had now been born within a year of each other, each possessing cursed energy levels that defied conventional understanding.
The Gojo clan had their prodigy. And now the Zenin clan had theirs. For which would be more powerful - and raise their respective clans to the top of all the major clans, that answer will remain unknown for now.
The balance of power between the great clans, like a tide has shifted once again, and the world was about to become a very interesting place.