Though he shows no mercy to the male clan members, Max intentionally spares the female ones. His enhanced senses allow him to perceive the fear and malice directed towards them by their own kind. Many of the women watch him with hopeful eyes, some even offering him small acts of gratitude as he passes by.
Finally, Max reaches the main building. He can hear screams and panicked shouts from inside, along with the sound of females being roughly handled by fleeing male clan members. With a growl of anger, he kicks down the door, revealing a scene of chaos and cruelty.
Inside, the room is filled with female clan members being manhandled and abused by desperate male Zenin warriors. Some are being dragged by their hair, others are being punched or kicked brutally. One particularly violent man was even about to rape a terrified woman against the wall when Max barged in.
Seeing this pissed him off he activated blood manipulation and sent piercing blood into the room. The blood turned into several spears of blood as it pierced the vital organs of every male in the wound.
*The room erupts into a bloody chaos as Max's Blood Manipulation activates. Thousands of tiny blood spears launch outward from his body, piercing through the air with deadly accuracy. Every male Zenin warrior present is impaled through their vital organs—the heart, lungs, and abdomen.*
The room falls silent except for the sound of blood dripping from the devastated male bodies. The females stare in shock and disbelief, some covering their mouths to stifle screams. The blood spears slowly dissipate, leaving behind a gruesome scene of complete male annihilation.
One of the older female Zenin members, her face bruised and bloodied from previous abuse, slowly stands up. She looks at Max with a mix of awe and gratitude in her eyes. "You... you spared us," she whispers hoarsely. "You killed every male..."
"Yes, I did and now I'm looking for the soul splitting katana. It should be in the weapons room Can one of you show me where it is?"
The older woman nods slowly, still processing the horror and relief of the situation. "Yes... yes, of course. The weapons room is this way." She leads Max through the bloody chaos towards a hidden door behind a tapestry. As she opens it, she looks back at him with fear and respect.
The weapons room is a vast chamber filled with countless cursed tools and weapons dating back generations. Racks of swords, spears, and other bladed weapons line the walls. In the center of the room, on a pedestal of pure obsidian, rests the Soul-Splitting Katana. It glows with an ominous, blood-red aura.
As Max reaches out to grab the Soul-Splitting Katana, an ancient energy pulses through the room. The katana's red aura flickers and grows stronger as it recognizes a worthy owner. With ease, he lifts the massive blade and places it within his own shadow, where it disappears from view.
"Thank you for the help."The older woman nods silently, watching in disbelief as the legendary katana vanished into Max's shadow. She knew this man was no ordinary being. He had wiped out an entire clan of men in an instant and took the most powerful weapon they possessed without breaking a sweat. "You're... you're welcome,"
"Not before I leave are there any other males I should know about before I go because I don't want them to be abusing you when they come back."
The woman pauses, considering Max's question. "There are... there are a few younger ones who were out hunting or training when you... when you did what you did. They'll be back soon. And there's... there's the clan leader's son. He's the most vicious of them all."
" depending on how old they look will decide how they die."
The woman's eyes widen at Max's statement, but she doesn't argue or protest. Instead, she nods solemnly. "They deserves it more than anyone. The leader son He's been the worst to us women. Cruel, violent..." She swallows hard before continuing softly, "He even likes to rape us."
"Thank you for giving me more reason to kill him."The woman forces a weak, grateful smile before stepping back. "Be careful. He's strong and... twisted. His cursed technique is something to watch out for." As she speaks, faint footsteps echo from the hallway outside—the sound of returning male clan members approaching the main building.
"You might wanna hide."The woman and the other females quickly scramble to hide behind pillars, furniture, or in secret alcoves they had learned to use during their abuse. Max can hear the younger males first—four of them, laughing loudly and boasting about their "hunting trip." They burst through the doors, weapons in hand, covered in the blood of some cursed spirit they had slain.
"I assume you are the hunting party."
The four male Zenin warriors stop short, surprised to see Max standing there. The tallest and most muscular one steps forward, a cruel grin spreading across his face. "Who the fuck are you?" he demands, raising his spear threateningly. "And where are the rest of the guys?"
"Are you seriously telling me you didn't see the bodies on the way here and look around the chamber? I'm pretty sure you can notice blood stains."
The young males finally seem to register the bloody scene around them—the destroyed doors, the bodies of their fellow clansmen, the silence where there should be other male voices. Confusion and fear start to replace their arrogance. "What the hell happened here?" one of them asks nervously.
"What do you think happened? I killed them. It was pretty easy."
The male leader's face contorts with anger and disbelief. "You? You killed them all?" He laughs mockingly, but his voice lacks conviction. "You think you're strong enough to take on the entire Zenin clan by yourself?" He signals to his companions, "Get him!"
The five young warriors are obliterated instantly—five massive holes torn through their chests, vaporized by the raw energy. Their bodies crumple to the ground without a sound. The female Zenin women peek out from their hiding spots in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief at such overwhelming power.
One of the younger females whispers softly, "He... killed the hunting party all at once."suddenly, he felt a punch on his face, but it only moved his head backwards, and suddenly a whole lot of punches were coming all over his body, but he barely felt it, and then they suddenly stopped as the speedster revealed himself standing on a stairwell was the leader's son.
The clan leader's son, a handsome but twisted young man named Nagoya, stands on the stairwell, his fist glowing with cursed energy. He grins sadistically, knowing his punches should have at least broken bones or caused some damage. "So, you're the bastard who killed my brothers and cousins?" he sneers.
"What are you gonna do about it? Your punches didn't even hurt me."Nagoya's grin vanishes, replaced by cold fury. He disappears in a blur of motion again—this time launching a flurry of attacks too fast for the eye to follow. His fists, elbows, knees, and feet move like a barrage of missiles targeting every vulnerable point on Max's body.
But they barely do any damage just when he was about to punch his face. Max grabs his hand, making him stop.
Nagoya freezes mid-punch, his hand gripped tightly in Max's vice-like hold. Shock registers on his face as he realizes his speed and strength are useless against this man. The other women watch in awe—none of the male Zenins had ever been overpowered like this before. "Let go,"
"How about no." he activated though Human Path (Ningendō): Gives the wielder the ability to instantly read the minds of anyone they touch and rip the target's soul from their body, causing immediate dead. He decides to use his other hand to rip out his soul.
As Max's other hand reaches out, Nagoya's eyes widen in terror. He feels something invisible wrap around his soul, pulling it from his body. The clan leader's son lets out a bloodcurdling scream as his soul is forcibly extracted, his physical body collapsing to the ground, dead.
The translucent soul of Nagoya floats in Max's palm, the spirit form contorted in agony and fear. The soul's essence is dark and twisted, reflecting the young man's cruel nature. The other female Zenins watch in horror and fascination as Max holds the essence of their tormentor in his hand.
The Soul-Splitting Katana materializes from Max's shadow, its blood-red aura intensifying as it senses the soul in his grasp. Nagoya's spirit wails, realizing what's about to happen. Max swings the blade effortlessly, slicing through the soul and splitting it in two.
Max continues to slice and dice Nagoya's soul into tiny, insignificant pieces with precise and brutal efficiency. The spirit's screams echo loudly through the chamber before falling silent as it's reduced to nothing more than ethereal dust. The female Zenins stare in shock and awe—Max has just destroyed their worst nightmare.
The Soul-Splitting Katana disappears back into the shadow as if it was never there. Max looks around the room, his expression calm and collected despite the chaos and destruction that surrounds him. The female Zenins approach him slowly, their eyes filled with gratitude and something else... something darker.
One of the bolder women steps forward, her eyes locked onto Max's. "You've killed all the men in this clan." She states the obvious, her voice trembling slightly. "What are you going to do with us?"
"OK, and I killed all of them."
"Exactly." The woman steps closer, her hand reaching out to touch Max's arm. "You've freed us from our oppressors. Now, we're asking... what are you going to do with us? Keep us as slaves? Kill us too?" She swallows hard, awaiting his response.
"I'm not going to kill you why would why would I take you as slaves?"
The woman looks at Max incredulously before bursting into laughter. "You're serious? You'd just let us go? A man like you... strong, powerful... you'd give us our freedom without expecting anything in return?" She wipes tears of laughter from her eyes. "Men don't do that."
"I do."The laughter dies in the woman's throat as she looks into Max's eyes, searching for any hint of deception. She finds none. Slowly, the other women start to approach, their faces filled with a mixture of hope and skepticism. "If you truly mean that," the first woman says softly, "then we have a proposal for you."The woman bites her lip, steeling her nerves. "Join our clan. Become our new leader. Protect us, guide us, and... breed with us." The room falls silent as the other women nod in agreement, their faces turning various shades of red at the suggestion.
The woman continues, "We've been nothing but breeding stock to the Zenin men. But with you... it would be different. You'd be our partner, not our owner." She reaches up to touch Max's cheek gently. "Strong genes like yours could create powerful children. And in return, we'd be yours completely."
"Why would I do that?"
The woman's expression turns vulnerable, her voice softening. "Because it's a mutually beneficial arrangement. You'd have a clan of powerful, beautiful women who worship and serve you. We'd have a strong protector and a loving partner. And our clan would thrive with your superior bloodline."
"I already have 11 women who are willing to do that well technically 12, but we don't talk about her so why would I do that?"
The woman's eyes widen in surprise before a hint of jealousy flashes across her face. She quickly composes herself, considering Max's words. "11 women... and you still have room for more?" She steps closer, her voice taking on a seductive tone. "We're not just any women, Max. We're Zenin women."
"Zenin women are known for their beauty, their strength, and their loyalty. We're trained from birth to please our men in every way imaginable." She trails a finger down Max's chest, her touch light and teasing. "And think of the children we could have. Zenin and... whatever you are. They'd be legends."
"my answer is still no."The woman's face falls, her hand dropping away from Max's chest. For a moment, she looks crestfallen, but then her expression turns determined. She turns to the other women, speaking in hushed tones. They nod, seeming to come to a decision together.
The woman turns back to Max, her earlier vulnerability replaced by a steely resolve. "We understand your hesitation. You have your women, and we have our pride." She pauses, her eyes meeting Max's with a new intensity. "But we'll make you an offer you can't refuse."
The woman steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Join our clan as our leader, and we'll give you something your current women can't." She reaches out, gently grabbing Max's hand and placing it on her stomach. "We'll bear you Zenin heirs."
(my own personal army of kids doesn't sound like a bad idea and if they inherit my techniques, it also wouldn't be a bad idea and I wouldn't have to teach them that much considering the mothers might be able to show them how to at least control cursed energy) he thought for a moment
The woman watches Max carefully, sensing his inner turmoil. She can tell he's considering her offer, and she presses her advantage. "Think about it, Max. Strong, powerful sons and beautiful, talented daughters carrying your legacy. They'd be the strongest cursed users in the world."
Before anything else could happen, Max put his two hands up stopping a spear and a dagger he looked at who attacked him It was maki And her sister Mai who just got home From jujutsu Academy. their face is filled with anger. max holds the end of the ribs with his bare hands.
Maki's eyes widen in shock and anger as she sees Max's hands wrapped around the spear she threw. Mai's dagger clatters to the ground as she freezes, taking in the scene before her. The Zenin women step back, confused by this sudden turn of events.
Maki's face contorts with rage, her voice shaking with fury. "What the hell are you doing with my mother and cousins?! And why are they offering you their wombs like some kind of breeding stock?!" She tries to yank the spear back, but Max's grip is unyielding.
"Because apparently they want to rebuild their clan better than it was. I mean you of all people know how they treat people with no cursed energy given how you barely have any."
Maki's face turns red with anger and humiliation at Max's words. Mai looks away, her expression pained. The Zenin women exchange uncomfortable glances, knowing full well the truth behind their clan's treatment of those with weak cursed energy. "So what?" Maki snaps.
"You're going to take advantage of our situation and use my family as broodmares?" Maki's voice cracks with emotion. Mai finally speaks up, her voice cold and calculating. "And what about us? Do you plan on adding us to your harem too?"
"First of all they were offering Second, I didn't do this for that specific reason I only wanted the soul cutting sword and I got it and I was about to leave when they asked."
Maki's eyes narrow dangerously, but she seems to calm down slightly at Max's explanation. Mai, however, remains skeptical. "And you expect us to believe that you, the infamous Max, would just turn down the offer of having Zenin women bear your children?"
"Infamous did I become Infamous after I defeated Gojo."
Maki nods curtly, "Yes, after you defeated Gojo and showed off your insane strength. Everyone in the jujutsu world is talking about you. And now here you are, in our clan's territory, with my mother and cousins throwing themselves at you."
"well, at least now you can be the clan head isn't that your dream to return here and be the clan head." he said as a look of Shock came over her face before anger returned."
Maki's eyes widen briefly, taken aback by Max's words. For a moment, her dream of becoming the clan head shines through her angry facade. But anger quickly replaces surprise as she remembers her current situation. "You think I want to be the clan head of this... this mess?!"
Maki turns to her mother and cousins, her voice trembling with anger and frustration. "Is this really what you want? To be treated like nothing more than breeding animals for some powerful man?" The Zenin women exchange uncomfortable glances, their earlier confidence wavering.
Maki's mother, a stern woman, steps forward. "Maki, you don't understand. We're offering Max an opportunity, not becoming his slaves." She looks back at Max, her expression softening slightly. "Our clan needs strong leadership and powerful heirs."
Maki's mother continues, "Max is powerful enough to lead our clan and give us strong heirs. We're not asking him to force himself on us." She glances at Maki, "And you could finally take your rightful place as the clan head if Max agrees." The women nod in agreement.
Maki's expression softens slightly, but she still looks at her mother with disbelief. "Mother, you're really willing to offer yourselves like this?" Mai finally speaks up, her voice cold. "So let me get this straight. You want Max to become our new clan head, sire powerful children with us, and then step aside to let Maki take over?"